Chapter 9 The Little Fool Isn't a Little Fool, He's Been Called a God...

A land forgotten by the gods is an ominous place.

It harbored resentment and bitterness, filled with malice, determined to break free of its shackles and prove that the gods' abandonment was nothing more than this. It could restore the order of heaven and earth through its own power, and it was the true master of all living beings, and thus had the right to abandon them.

Shifang City is merely a microcosm of one-tenth of the ominous land, and Yunmeng Marsh is even more of a microcosm of one-tenth of Shifang City.

That barren land stretched out in undulating waves, with steep and desolate ridges, and the mountain peaks looked like sharp swords piercing straight into the sky.

Shi Wenzhe is just an inconspicuous little white flower on this land.

"Little White, are you alright?" A shy voice rang out. Shi Wenzhe saw a long vine swaying its small leaves in front of her. When the vine saw that she did not react, it touched the stamen of the little white flower.

"Ouch!" Shi Wenzhe covered the flower stamen and backed away repeatedly. The itching from the flower stamen made her tremble all over. She stammered, shaking her petals, "Don't...don't touch the stamen." Her voice was shy and fragile, giving people goosebumps.

"Little White?" The vines were so frightened that they dared not move.

Shi Wenzhe lifted the flower and looked at it closely, discovering that the thorns on the vine were sharp and pointed. If she were to accidentally touch them, her delicate little body would not be able to withstand even the slightest bit of damage.

Shi Wen trembled and walked away, asking, "Who are you?"

"I am a thorny vine."

A large, round flower stretched out: "I'm a sunflower."

A trembling little green seedling raised its hand: "I am a pea sprout."

A rough voice replied, "I am the Bewitching Flower."

An aged voice slowly replied: "I am the thicket of thorns."

"I am……"

Shi Wenzhe was attacked by a cacophony of voices, and his ears were constantly ringing.

She stared at the shyly reaching vines for a long time, then her attention was drawn to the bean sprouts that stealthily reached out. Along the way, she also soothed a red flower that was peeking out, and steadied a blade of grass that almost tripped...

"I'm so tired..." Shi Wen lay back on the ground and started to give up.

“I am Shi Wenzhe,” she replied casually, seemingly unconcerned.

"Silly boy, you have a name now?"

"You silly boy, you're not silly anymore? You've become smarter."

"That silly boy's name is so nice, can you give me one too? I don't want to be called Ugly Flower."

"Silly girl, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Shi Wen turned back and said, "I'm not very happy."

"Why?" a bare tree asked.

"Because I have to meet my KPIs again, which reminds me of those days when I worked late into the night." She smacked her lips and sighed.

She was disgusted with herself for constantly sighing these past two days; it was bad, she thought, she was wasting all her good luck by sighing it away.

A warm feeling spread from the roots to the whole flower, and Shi Wenzhe seemed like a robot that was fully charged with electricity, wanting to pick up a hoe and dig two miles of land.

She raised her head, puffed out her chest with pride, and surveyed her surroundings with an air of authority, like a king inspecting his subjects.

The little white flower is majestic and awe-inspiring.

At that moment, Zhe looked up to the sky and roared: "Hahahaha, I, Hu Hansan, am back again!"

A complaining male voice rang out: "Qingxin Tree, you shouldn't have channeled spiritual energy into her. Look, she's gone mad again now."

The clear voice replied, "She looks very tired. She won't grow up like this. She needs to eat more."

"But it wasn't easy for you to accumulate spiritual energy. You've wanted to bear fruit for a long time. Are you just going to give up so easily?"

"I haven't given up. If it doesn't bear fruit this year, it will be the same next year."

The male voice sounded angry and helpless: "You're lying. Your roots have been eroded and rotted by the malevolent energy. You're clearly dying."

“It’s alright.” The tree swayed its branches, but since it was bare and leafless, only the sound of its branches cutting through the air could be heard. It answered slowly, “I’m old.” Its tone was very casual.

Hearing the word "folded" trigger her attention, she turned around with a start, looking at the bare, thick-necked tree. She couldn't stand hearing others complain or be sad, and hearing it now, her sense of justice surged. She strode confidently to the tree, head held high, and declared crisply, "Don't worry, I can save you. You can bear fruit again next year!" Then she burst into unrestrained laughter: "You're welcome! After all, I'm a model citizen, hahahahahahahahaha..."

Qingxin Tree: "..."

The Qingxin Tree, a tree that has weathered many storms, has aged considerably once again.

Just when it thought the little white flower was joking, the other party stretched out a thin leaf and placed it on the surface of the bark. The thin leaf emitted a warm, soft light, and the Qingxin tree could feel the heat flowing through its whole body. Under the scorching sun, it stretched its body, sprouted green shoots, and the leaves were blown away by the wind. A tree full of flowers bloomed brightly.

A refreshing fragrance wafts towards you.

The flowers and grass under the trees chattered noisily, and the whole meadow echoed with rustling sounds of surprise.

It is often heard that the fine leaves are carefully gathered, their merits and fame hidden, generously accepting the gaze and curious scrutiny of flowers, plants, and trees.

"How did you become so amazing, silly... Little White?"

"Hmph. You underestimate me, don't you? I am now the Niohuru Crossing Spirit Flower, not some ordinary, nameless little white flower. I can purify the malevolent energy within you." Shi Wenzhe proudly said, shaking her delicate leaves, "How about that, impressive, right?"

"Really? There has never been a Spirit-Crossing Flower in the Demon Realm, nor any creature that can purify malevolent energy. You're not trying to scam me out of the flower, are you?"

"You look down on me?" Shi Wenzhe was unhappy.

"No, you just don't understand. You've been mentally impaired for a long time and aren't sensitive to the outside world. So you don't know anything about the Demon Realm. This is a land abandoned by the gods. The Demon Realm is only inhabited by demons, monsters, and ghosts. The cultivation world rejects them and tries to exterminate them. Moreover, this place is shrouded in malevolent energy all year round. Many lives have been wronged here, and resentment and violence are rampant. Demons and monsters are deeply troubled here and die a terrible death."

"Xiao Shi." The voice paused for a moment, as if realizing she had been a bit harsh, and then softened her tone, continuing, "Do you know what it means when you say you can purify malevolent energy?"

She heard the commotion coming from the other side of the screen and thought, "She doesn't know."

"This means that you will become someone who changes the fate of the Zhaoyao Continent."

"Moreover, the outcome of a change in fate is unknown. It may become a weapon that overthrows the world, harming and killing people; or it may become a panacea that saves the world and delivers all living beings."

"Be careful what you say when you are young."

Shi Wenzhe was in a daze all day. She was so frightened by those words that she felt like her soul had left home. She was completely out of her mind and could only remember the final words of that old and gentle voice.

The voice wasn't harsh or threatening; it sounded like a lecture to one's own mischievous child after boasting. It was quite calm, but precisely because it was so calm, it gave off a sense of impending storm. Shi Wenzhe was so frightened that he shut his mouth tightly and vowed never to boast or reveal his background again.

However, she still kept the system's task in mind and worked hard all afternoon. Shi Wenzhe carried a hoe and looked at the vast wasteland in the setting sun, looking extremely anxious.

Today's workload: "Turning soil over an area of ​​15 square meters, digging 20 pits, watering 22 acres, digging up a number of earthworms, and purifying unknown amounts of negative energy."

She felt a little full and wondered if the system was telling the truth; it really could eat a lot of negative energy.

Wouldn't that make me a dumping ground for trash?

"Pah, pah, pah!" Shi Wenzhe wondered, "What's wrong with him? Why does he have to eat such malevolent energy? Aren't the delicacies of the human world better?"

She thought that the fried dough sticks last night were indeed delicious, but the kitchen looked like it had been ransacked by bandits, and there was really nothing else to be found. Otherwise, she would definitely make something to eat tonight.

She's a real glutton.

I often heard people carrying hoes, walking home as the sun set.

The sunset on the horizon was dazzling and beautiful, gently hanging low over the world.

Shi Wenzhe looked at the wide-open palace gates, so worried that his hair was almost growing grass.

"Hahaha, this is really strange. Why isn't she some kind of female protagonist who is arrogant, domineering, stunning, and has an extraordinary background? Why did she transmigrate into a nobody who is unclear, unknown, and has no origin or destination?"

"So where does she sleep?" That's a question worth considering.

Qiyun Palace is the Demon Lord's territory. Wouldn't it be impolite to wander around there at will?

She scratched her chin, feeling extremely troubled. Shi Wen turned back and looked at the endless grassland, thinking, "Why don't we use the sky as our blanket and the earth as our mat, and she can turn into a little white flower and sleep in the ground?"

With such a big bed, she can roll around however she wants; it's a brilliant... well, what a brilliant idea!

She's still a human being at heart; she doesn't want to sleep in the ground—that's no different from being dead.

As human beings, we should at least have some ambition, okay? You've already transmigrated into a fantasy world, and you don't even have the small desire for a bed? If word gets back to the transmigration world, people will laugh themselves to death.

"Sigh." Shi Wenzhe pretended to be troubled: "This is really... there's no way around it, Right Protector, I'm going to bother you again." In reality, she ran very fast, as if she was afraid that if she was a second slower, someone would chase her away.

"Guardian, Right Guardian!" Shi Wenzhe shouted until his voice was hoarse, but no one in the hall responded.

She wouldn't give up until she saw the Yellow River; if she couldn't call out to anyone, she would go find them herself.

Shi Wenzhe wandered through the winding corridors, passing countless courtyards and doors. She was only focused on seeing the beauty and didn't pay attention to the way. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing in a desolate and deserted place.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, the courtyard was dilapidated and broken, and the last shadow of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon. Birdsong rose softly, and the cool wind was like a knife, mercilessly scraping against Shi Wenzhe's face. Shi Wenzhe hugged his arms and trembled, his footsteps were hurried and disordered, and he crunched on the withered branches and fallen leaves.

"Ah—!" A panicked scream pierced the night sky.

Shi Wenzhe originally wanted to go back the way she came, but the path seemed to have a mind of its own, changing constantly, and no matter which way she went, she could not get out of the courtyard.

After she returned to her starting point, she heard rustling sounds coming from the courtyard, as if something was crawling out of the ground. The sounds came from near and far, sometimes angry shouts, sometimes loud laughter, sometimes screams, sometimes sighs, which gave Shi Wen goosebumps. She looked around and found a dilapidated mud house on the right side of the courtyard. The house was not big and was built very casually. It was square and looked like a long-abandoned ancestral hall. Most of the walls had collapsed.

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