Chien Chung-yu was looking down at the birch forest illusion.

Suddenly feeling a chill down her spine, she turned around abruptly and bumped into the hideous painted-skin ghost.

Before she could dodge.

The painted-skin demon was pierced by a sword.

After seeing the peach wood sword clearly.

Jian Zhongyu exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher?"

Yan Jiu's face was expressionless, but the Painted Skin Ghost could feel her staring at him.

Not long after.

Yan Jiu retrieved the peach wood sword.

The painted-skin demon seized the opportunity to escape.

Life has not yet withered; what she needs to do is not to pursue things that will not lead to anything, but to grasp the hope of living.

Jian Zhongyu stopped not far from Yan Jiu, feeling that something was wrong with Yan Jiu's condition.

Yan Jiu let the Painted Skin Ghost go.

Jian Zhongyu was puzzled but did not ask any questions.

Yan Jiu always has a reason for doing everything, and she trusts her teacher's decision-making and judgment.

Yan Jiu stared coldly at the figure of the Painted Skin Ghost.

Faced with the certainty of death, clinging to the hope that one can still grasp at the dawn will only lead to more suffering the longer one struggles.

This kind of suffering is called despair.

Yan Jiu wanted to give the painted-skin ghost hope. She slowly withdrew her gaze and gave Jian Zhongyu a talisman.

He gestured for the person to leave the birch forest first.

Yan Jiu drew his sword and chased after him.

She has a ticket to watch a caged cub struggle helplessly.

She didn't want to miss out.

At this moment, the Painted Skin Demon was injured twice by Yan Jiu and was unable to escape far.

They desperately searched for the key element of the birch forest illusion, hoping to receive the protection of the birch forest's power.

The power of the formation surged forth like a spring.

The painted-skin demon couldn't contain his joy: "Hahaha, even the heavens are on my side! You're finished!"

Even if she goes to hell.

They also wanted to drag Yan Jiu along.

After possessing Professor Pei's body, the Painted Skin Demon learned about the birch forest and knew that a great demon was hiding there.

Their Painted Skin Clan should have dominated a region; even if they weren't the Ghost Emperor, they should have been Ghost Kings.

Because of Huang Quan, she could only eke out a living and cooperate with Ba Fu Mie. She did not want to be enemies with Yan Jiu. It would not be a wise choice to make a new enemy before avenging the old one.

But she had no other choice.

She knew, of course, that she couldn't completely trust Baphomet.

However, the contract the other party gave her made it easy for her to change her skin, as her clan never owed anyone anything.

If Yan Jiu is the reincarnation of Huang Quan.

Even if there's only a sliver of a possibility.

Even if her soul is scattered, even if she uses up all her soul power, she will break the long-sealed illusion and reveal what is hidden deep in the birch forest. She will use someone else to do her dirty work.

The Painted Skin Demon had unknowingly heard that a demonic power, capable of overturning rivers and seas, was suppressed beneath the birch forest.

Thinking of this.

She frantically channeled nine hundred years of her cultivation into the array's core, watching the magical power take flight like tiny elves flapping their wings, and seeing the illusionary spells break through the entrance wave after wave.

A crack appeared in the flat earth.

The underground caves were exposed.

The bottomless cave opens its gaping maw, silently waiting for prey willing to jump in.

The Painted Skin Demon, supporting his weakened body, said excitedly, "You were lucky to defeat me while I was weak, but you have absolutely no chance of escaping unscathed from the hands of a great demon!"

She burst into laughter.

It was as if a great revenge had been taken.

But when the formation was broken...

The great demon she had anticipated did not appear, nor did the life-or-death battle she had expected occur.

The painted-skin demon looked at the grotto in disbelief.

She clearly saw a white light emanating demonic energy. Why didn't the owner of the white light, who had been suppressed for so many years, come out?

Yan Jiu smiled innocently: "Thank you for helping me break the formation. It must have been hard for you to be so exhausted."

The Painted Skin Demon shook his head: "No, no!"

She couldn't believe she had worked for someone else's benefit; how could this be different from what she had imagined?

What exactly went wrong?!

Yan Jiu kindly offered an explanation: "How pitiful. Has no one told you that everyone in the White Gate is socially awkward?"

She glanced at the cave.

After confirming that the owner of the white light was some kind of demon, she rushed towards the painted-skin ghost with a very annoying smile.

The painted-skin demon's face stiffened.

She had just considered many possibilities.

I never considered that it might be due to race.

Are all people with white doors socially awkward?

Yan Jiu swiftly delivered the finishing blow, making an outstanding contribution to the Painted Skin Ghost's early ascension to paradise.

Even after the Painted Skin Demon vanished completely in despair, it had not recovered from the immense blow.

After the painted skin ghost's soul was scattered.

Golden light of merit seemed to hang all over Yan Jiu as if it were free, making her look like a little golden statue.

Yan Jiu spoke frankly: "It's not all my credit; I'll share some with the others."

Before he finished speaking, several golden rays detached from Yan Jiu's body and headed straight for the outside of the birch forest.

Satisfied, Yan Jiu jumped down from the cave and found a white hedgehog curled up in a corner.

The White Gate, a mysterious race.

Hedgehogs have poor eyesight, are naturally slow-witted, and are not easily enlightened.

They are accustomed to quiet contemplation and will hibernate underground, a state known as "hibernation."

During their cultivation at the White Gate, one must "pass through trials."

They need to be run over by passing cars once, and after being run over by cars three times, they can attain enlightenment. After attaining enlightenment, they can obtain medicine remotely and are natural doctors.

Yan Jiu poked the hedgehog with the hilt of her sword and said, "Hello, my name is Yan Jiu."

The white hedgehog immediately moved away after being poked.

Yan Jiu changed her angle and continued to poke.

After repeating this countless times.

Knowing that not answering would mean being constantly harassed, the white hedgehog mumbled something in a soft, guttural voice.

Yan Jiu pretended not to hear clearly: "What did you say your name was?"

The white hedgehog thought its voice was too soft, so it said again, "Bai Baibai, my name is Bai Baibai."

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