Every morning, the raccoon would ask without fail, "Host, are you awake today?"

No.

Mo Hongyun and Uncle Karl were both awake, but Shang Yanting was still asleep.

Because Shang Yanting was in a coma, a conflict almost broke out between the martial arts and demonic cultivation factions after Mo Hongyun and Karl woke up. Jia Xitong stayed in the house every day to take care of Shang Yanting and did not participate in the conflict between the two families. In the end, neither the martial arts nor the demonic cultivation factions knew how it was resolved, but in any case, a fight did not break out.

But everyone had to leave.

If the main force is leaving, they will definitely have to leave too.

Since Shang Yanting collapsed, everyone who had surrounded him had left, leaving only Niu Chuanchuan and Li Tuo busy taking care of him. On the day of departure, Bai Yu Zhenjun, whom they hadn't seen for several days, suddenly appeared, "Xi Tong."

The raccoon, who was wiping Shang Yanting's face with a handkerchief, turned around and looked over. "Senior Bai Yu!"

Hearing this address, he smiled slightly, "At this point, only you would call me that."

"Senior Bai Yu, I'm leaving tomorrow. Are you here to see us off?"

Logically, it should have been the younger generation who went to say goodbye. However, she had been staying by Shang Yanting's side these past few days and hadn't even left the house.

"right."

Bai Yu Zhenjun looked at her. In the candlelight, his face flickered in and out of focus, as if he had a lot to say, but he began, "The Bai Yu Zhenjun of the past is gone, I am now called Li Ji. Half-awake and half-drunk, I ask the Li people, lost at every step amidst bamboo thorns and vines."

"Li Ji, that's a really nice name too."

Jia Xitong didn't know the meaning of the second half of the poem, but she felt that the name sounded nice. "Actually, I've long thought that you could change your name, senior. The past is dark and cannot be retrieved, but the future is bright and promising. The environment can only be changed, not a person. You will definitely be a powerful and noble person in the future."

When he met Bai Yu Zhenjun, the little raccoon even managed to say a few arrogant words.

But given her limited education, the previous sentence, which was a great quote from Big Fat Orange, suddenly came to mind: "Your Majesty, your good days are yet to come."

Good heavens, he's so deeply influenced by Zhen Xue (a famous Chinese scholar), he can't possibly pretend to be cultured.

"The past is dark and cannot be retrieved, but the road ahead is bright and promising."

It was just a line from a TV show, but it comforted Bai Yu Zhenjun, who is now Li Ji.

He looked at the magical beast before him and, as if possessed, uttered the question he would never have asked: "Would you like to stay?"

"ah?"

Jia Xitong was taken aback by his question; she definitely wanted to go back.

Looking at her reaction, Li Ji knew her answer without needing to say anything more. Or rather, he already knew her answer, but he had impulsively asked such an inappropriate question just now.

"I just wanted to spend time with my friend today, but I don't know when we'll be able to meet again."

He spoke slowly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

When you suddenly arrive in a place where you know no one and everyone has left, you feel lost, fearful, and uneasy. Jia Xitong has experienced this feeling too.

"If you're worried about someone, just use a communication talisman."

She gently comforted him, "Whether it's Demon Prince Li Ji or Senior Bai Yu, they are both the same person in my heart! Besides, we have flying artifacts, so we can secretly fly to see you in the future. Or, if you work hard and promote demonic cultivation, and establish peaceful relations with martial cultivation, we can come to see you openly."

To single-handedly reverse the centuries-old antagonism between demonic cultivators and martial cultivators—that sounds incredibly cool!

Li Ji was amused by this remark.

"Also, senior, may I take some magic crystals with me?"

The little raccoon rubbed her hands together, then asked shyly. She'd finally come all this way, and she wanted to take some souvenirs home. Actually, she thought the most unique and magical thing was the teleportation array. But as much as she liked it, she knew they wouldn't give it to her for free.

After much thought, I realized that the magic crystals that demonic cultivators rely on for cultivation are also a special product, and the senior, with his large family and business, certainly doesn't lack them.

"good."

The other party readily agreed, and soon a large bag of high-quality magic crystals was in Jia Xitong's hands.

We can't be stingy.

Jia Xitong also took out a bag of high-grade spirit stones and stuffed it into Li Ji's hand, "Senior, there's no soil from my hometown, so please take these spirit stones as a souvenir."

The friendly relationship between martial arts and demonic cultivators began with her, a little raccoon.

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Set sail and embark on your journey!

The Heavenly Palace has been destroyed, and all martial cultivators have withdrawn from the demonic cultivators' territory today.

Jia Xitong was still sitting on the Shuiyun Boat, with Shang Yanting, Niu Chuanchuan, Li Tuo, and Uncle Karl, who were also unconscious, on board.

Every time Uncle Karl helped Shang Yanting regulate his spiritual energy, Jia Xitong would secretly feed him a Primordial Taiyi Pill. Before heading to the demonic cultivation territory, Shang Yanting had refined many of these pills. He had only eaten a few before, but now Jia Xitong had fed him until only a few remained.

Upon returning to Xianlong Peak, the Primordial Taiyi Pills were nearly exhausted.

On the other side

Even if Shang Yanting were an idiot, he would have noticed something was wrong if he kept looking at the phantom.

He had always thought it was because of that conman that he had these dreams, but now the protagonist had become a fat, ugly monster. His dreams always featured people he had no connection to, people he had never even met.

He had verified these people in real life.

Karl, the guardian of Dingtian Academy, possesses the strength of a Martial Saint, comparable to Mo Hongyun;

Huo Rui, a scion of a small family who specialized in reselling magical artifacts and spiritual plants, has died suddenly from an illness;

Hu Changxiu, a former formation teacher at Dingtian Academy, was dismissed due to his stutter and his whereabouts are currently unknown.

There were also twenty useless cultivators with extremely low cultivation levels, disciples from a certain peak of the Holy Capital Academy. He had gone to see them once; that peak only had 13 disciples left, the highest of whom was only at the Martial Master realm—a bunch of good-for-nothings who just wanted to eat and wait to die.

Shang Yanting wondered more than once if it really was a dream.

In order to verify his absurd conjecture, he set his sights on a cultivator who, so far, had no known existence—Niu Chuanchuan.

He is the only person so far who has appeared but whom he has not been able to find.

"When will the dean finally wake up?"

Besides Jia Xitong, Niu Chuanchuan was probably the most anxious person. "This is a kind of grass that I brought back from my hometown. It can be used to soak the dean's body."

Prison grass?

In the original story, Shang Yanting opened his eyes and waved his hand slightly, and servants filed in. "Go and find out where this 'prison grass' is."

"yes."

After receiving the order, the subordinate in the black robe disappeared like a ghost.

As for himself, he slowly got up and headed to Dingtian Academy.

Since Karl's presence is everywhere, there are some things we need to figure out. For example... what is the relationship between this person and that long-disappeared conman?