Time flew like an arrow, the sun and moon sped like a shuttle, and twelve years of summer heat and winter cold passed in a flash.
In a market district established in a frontier mountain town in the western Flat Hill Demon Kingdom, Han Li stepped onto the bustling street, surrounded by several lesser demons.
Han Li was now twenty-four, dressed in a white gown with a longsword at her waist. She exuded the air of an icy beauty, cold yet stunning, and her cultivation had already reached Foundation Establishment Peak, a height ordinary people could scarcely attain. She was no less accomplished than the geniuses nurtured by the greatest aristocratic households.
In recent years, the Long Song Poetry Sword Formula had spread far and wide, with people from every quarter quietly practicing it. Young heroes and heroines admired its carefree elegance and flocked to follow it, until, almost unnoticed, it had become all the rage.
Han Li stood out among those who had received its true teachings. Those fond of stirring up talk called her the Poetry Sword Fairy, and she had actually earned herself a modest reputation.
This frontier market district was where she tempered herself through experience. Having hit a cultivation bottleneck in recent years, she had asked Li Chen to assign her elsewhere. Li Chen, too, felt that venturing out into the world would benefit her growth, so he had agreed.
A group of people seemed to be arguing up ahead. Before she could say anything, a lesser demon with a leopard's head and a human body began shouting, a fox borrowing a tiger's might, "What's all this noise? What happened?"
The crowd spoke up one after another. "The Poetry Sword Fairy... the Poetry Sword Fairy is here."
"Fairy Han, come judge this for us. These