Looking at the weak, pitiful, helpless little bird.
Jiang Yuechu felt a rare pang of guilt.
"Ahem..."
She cleared her throat. "Now that we've rescued her, it's time to get down to business."
Niu Ben was taken aback. "Your Highness, what business?"
Jiang Yuechu looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Formless Mountain was, after all, one of the Twenty-Five Lineages. It's stood in the Eastern Territory for so many years. Surely it's got some wealth tucked away?"
She pointed down at the enormous basin of ruins beneath them.
"That old geezer ran off in a hurry, and I smashed Formless Mountain to bits with one punch. There have to be plenty of good things buried beneath these ruins."
This trip had cost her a mountain of Dao Cultivation.
As it happened, the Great Tang was still poor... If she didn't dig three feet down and scrape every last bit from the ruins of a lineage like this, she'd never forgive herself for squandering over two million years of Dao Cultivation.
"Go. Turn these ruins upside down for me."
Jiang Yuechu gave the order. "If it has even a trace of spiritual energy, dig it out for me—even if it's just a broken brick."
At once, Niu Ben carefully set Bald Sister down on the ground.
He revealed his true form.
His enormous demonic body charged through the ruins, his thick hooves flinging dirt into the air.
Hu Cuihua wasn't about to be outdone, afraid the calamity of a girl might casually kill him if he proved useless.
He hurriedly transformed into a striped tiger and sniffed around the rubble with his rump in the air.
Jiang Yuechu found a clean boulder and sat down.
The hem of her dark robes fluttered gently in the breeze.
Resting her