On the winding mountain path, two figures, one tall and one small, walked slowly along.
The little Tibetan fox and her Little Mongrel Dog had long since run off somewhere to romp about.
As they walked, Hu Tutu introduced the place to the boy. "Little Mountain Peak spans nearly a thousand li, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Although it isn't some grotto-heaven blessed land, it already counts as an excellent place for secluded cultivation in this world."
"Does that mean our mountain has nothing, and not only are the conditions harsh, but it's somewhere even birds won't shit?" the boy asked, tilting his head as he mercilessly exposed Hu Tutu.
"This is a low-martial world to begin with. What can I do about it?!" Hu Tutu said with perfect confidence.
According to Hu Tutu's plan, she would first let the boy gain an understanding of the entire Cultivation World here. Only after he had the ability to protect himself would she take him to the Myriad Immortal Domains.
"Then why don't we go somewhere with abundant spiritual energy? Master, don't tell me you can't get there?" the boy asked in confusion.
"How could that be? Where in the Myriad Immortal Domains can't I go? Even if I wanted to visit the Nine Great Sacred Lands, their sect masters would have to welcome me personally!" Hu Tutu immediately retorted.
As the former Ten Thousand Demon Nation Ruler and the junior sister of three Sages, there truly was nowhere in the Myriad Immortal Domains she dared not go.
Although she was now merely a Spirit Division Realm cultivator, her status was still there for all to see.
From the Thirty-Three Heavens above to the Yamas of the Nine Courts below.
No matter how big a mess she made, someone would always