Chapter 132 Happiness and Peace Not everyone can live a happy and peaceful life...

In the end, however, she was worried that she would cause trouble for the old woman, so she did not agree. Only occasionally, when it rained or snowed and her dilapidated house could not keep out the rain and snow, would she secretly go to the old woman's house to stay for a while. At the same time, she would also help the old woman with all the chores in her house.

She can do a lot of housework, such as sweeping, mopping, planting vegetables, cooking, washing dishes, and so on.

She knew everything that a person had to learn to survive, and she did it very hard, which made the old woman very fond of her.

When the old woman didn't care about the markings on her face and even took the initiative to wipe her face and comb her hair, she felt the warmth of home again, as if her mother had come back to life.

Unfortunately, these warm days did not last long.

Not long after her ninth birthday, the old woman who had always taken care of her passed away peacefully.

She had just found a home again, but after only four or five months, she was homeless once more.

She resumed her former life, begging diligently, trying her best to please, and pleading with all her might.

Even so, they still went hungry sometimes and ate sometimes.

Sometimes, when luck is against you, it's common to go a day or two without eating even half a grain of rice.

She didn't know how long this kind of life would last, but fortunately, she had already gotten used to it. After all, not everyone in this world can live a happy and peaceful life, and not everyone can have both parents and live a life free from disasters and troubles.

Her life after that was just back to normal; she continued to be scolded, beaten, and starved.

But later, when she turned ten, although half of her face was covered by a birthmark, the other half of her face that was exposed was already stunningly beautiful.

Such looks, when they fall on a helpless and homeless orphan girl, will inevitably attract the attention of some old bachelors in the village who have not yet found a wife.

She could also sense the evil intent in those people's eyes, so she always tried to avoid them.

It wasn't until one day, after she had been beaten and was about to leave, that the person who had just beaten her suddenly pushed her to the ground and tore at her already tattered clothes, at which point she began to struggle and resist violently.

Unfortunately, despite possessing half of the demon bloodline, she had never cultivated and was no different from an ordinary person. The only difference was that she was more resilient than ordinary people, which is why she had been beaten by the villagers for so many years without being killed.

Just as she was about to be beaten to death by the man who was pressing down on her in her resistance, clutching his wound in a fit of rage, someone suddenly appeared and stopped her, saving her life.

As the story unfolds, a glimmer of light suddenly appears before our eyes, which were previously shrouded in darkness.

As the light grew brighter, it divided the darkness into two halves.

Finally, the two halves of darkness were completely dispelled by the ever-growing light in the middle, like an eye that had suddenly opened.

At this moment, Li Chenjin finally saw his surroundings clearly.

The first thing that caught her eye was a face carved from stone, and that face was very familiar to her; it was the face of the demon statue she had seen in Xicheng Town and Qilu Pavilion.

Li Chenjin: "..."

She hadn't even figured out what this incomplete story meant before she was startled by the stone face that was almost right in front of her. So where was she?

Could it be that I accidentally entered some kind of illusion?

If she had known this would happen, she should have taken advantage of the fact that Shen Zhengyuan was always following her to learn a few tricks for dealing with illusions and illusion arrays...

Just as she was thinking about how to wake up, the stone sculpture in front of her gradually regained its color and became more and more like a living person, as if a human skin had been put on the stone statue.

It has to be said that the statue really resembled her, no wonder Han Shannan was so out of control at first. Even she herself, looking at the stone statue covered with "human skin", had the illusion of looking in a mirror.

As the stone statue became more and more lifelike, the surroundings also became brighter.

Before long, she found herself standing next to a slightly dilapidated mud wall.

At that moment, a child of about eight or nine years old, clutching his tattered clothes, looked timidly at the woman in front of him who looked very much like Li Chenjin and pleaded, "This... sister... sister... could... could you give me something to eat?"

The person in front of her took out a tael of silver from his pocket, placed it in her hand, and then asked softly, "Would you like to come with me?"

Su Shuqing was stunned, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt, as if she had seen something she couldn't understand and found hard to believe.

After a moment, she finally spoke and asked, "...Are you...taking me away?"

“Yes.” The woman looked at her and smiled gently. “Don’t be afraid. I am a cultivator from the cultivation world. Do you know the Flying Goose Sect? Although it is an insignificant little sect in the sword cultivation world, at least it can give you a place to stay. Now, I am the only disciple in the sect. If you are willing to come with me, you will be the only disciple in the sect, and I will be the sect leader.”

"My name is Xiang Huan. I will stay here for one day to cleanse the remaining demonic energy. I will leave tomorrow at 1-3 PM. If you wish to come with me, please come find me at 1-3 PM tomorrow. I live at..."

"I do!" Su Shuqing said immediately before she could finish speaking.

But after she finished speaking, she realized that she had interrupted Xiang Huan. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. As if she was afraid of being beaten, she stammered an apology to her. When Xiang Huan approached, she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face.

After a while, she realized that she had not been hit, and then she carefully lowered her hand.

As soon as she lowered her hand, she saw Xiang Huan looking at her with a smile and saying, "Since you are willing to come with me, you are now a disciple of my sect. From now on, no one will hit you anymore."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Li Chen felt a blur before her eyes. When she could see things clearly again, she realized that the story, which had no beginning or end, had moved to a new scene.

This was a somewhat dilapidated sect, barely enough to shelter them from the wind and rain, but it only housed two people, Xiang Huan and Su Shuqing.

Xiang Huan, using some unknown method, taught Su Shuqing to control her spiritual power, gradually fading the birthmark on her face until it disappeared completely.

After the birthmark disappeared, Su Shuqing no longer needed to cover her face, and she looked much more confident.

For some reason, looking at that face, Li Chen felt as if he had seen something familiar.

However, before she could immediately recall what she found familiar, the scene shifted again, and when it stopped, Su Shuqing was already eighteen years old.

She seemed to be doing quite well in this dilapidated sect. Not only was she well-proportioned and beautiful, but her eyes were also bright and clear, showing no trace of the fear and inferiority that remained from the frequent beatings and scoldings she had endured.

Moreover, she was very skillful and liked to weave all kinds of flower garlands. After putting one on Xianghuan, she would put one on herself, and at the same time, she would change into a light and flowing dance costume.

Her white dress with pink trim, when she twirled, paired with her flowing pink sleeves, resembled a blooming summer lotus.

She didn't seem to like practicing swordsmanship; she only enjoyed studying various handicrafts and dance.

Xiang Huan didn't force her to learn swordsmanship; he just let her do whatever she liked. After all, she had only learned swordsmanship to fill her stomach in the first place.

Learning swordsmanship can fill her stomach, and learning dance will surely fill her stomach in the future too. Since both are for making a living, she sees no difference between learning swordsmanship and learning dance.

As Su Shuqing grew up, her face became even more beautiful against the backdrop of the delicate pink flower wreath. Especially when she smiled, her indescribable beauty was amplified, and every move she made seemed to be able to captivate the soul.

So this person later left the world of sword cultivators and joined the Ascending God Sect?

Did the Ascension Cult appear so early?

Is the reason she's been able to live until now because of her half-demon bloodline?

Li Chen pondered those questions while gazing at the ever-changing scene before him.

Although Su Shuqing was not skilled with a sword, Xiang Huan would take her with him every time he went down the mountain for training, perhaps because he was worried about leaving her alone in the sect.

Although Su Shuqing couldn't offer much help, she would wipe Xiang Huan's sweat, bandage her wounds, and mend her clothes when Xiang Huan had free time. She would hold an umbrella for her when it rained and add clothes for her when it snowed. They were more like family members who depended on each other than master and disciple.

After observing carefully for a while, Li Chen realized that their sect was in ruins and had little money, so they grew their own vegetables and made their own clothes.

Because Su Shuqing was skillful and enjoyed doing various handicrafts, she took on the task of sewing clothes.

To be honest, this kind of story, which is so uneventful and as serene as a babbling brook, is rather boring. Even though the two main characters in the story are living a very enjoyable and fulfilling life, Li Chenjin is starting to feel sleepy while reading it.

Fortunately, this uneventful story was soon disrupted by an unexpected event.

Although Su Shuqing doesn't know how to use a sword, she still possesses some cultivation, making it easy for her to treat minor injuries and pains.

However, on one occasion, Xiang Huan was seriously injured. In her haste, Su Shuqing forgot Xiang Huan's previous instruction not to exhaust her spiritual power. She transferred almost every bit of spiritual power she could find into Xiang Huan's body, even though it would damage her meridians and cause her dantian to ache.

Although Xiang Huan's life was saved, Su Shuqing's spiritual energy was exhausted, causing the birthmark on her face, which had been hidden for a long time, to reappear. It happened to be seen by the fellow cultivators around her, and someone immediately pointed at her and exclaimed, "A demon! She's a demon!"

"It's a demon! How can there be demons?!"

"We've been scammed! We've been scammed!!"

"That Demon Lord broke her promise and failed to recall all the demons! There must be other demons besides her. Quickly inform the sect leader!!"

Li Chen never expected that Su Shuqing's identity would be exposed so suddenly, especially because she was saving someone.

The scene then shifts again, showing Xiang Huan being taken to the main altar of the sword cultivators at the time, where he is interrogated by the altar's leader.

When she arrived at the destination, she frankly admitted that she had known Su Shuqing's identity from the beginning, and that she had indeed taken in a half-demon for many years.

Author's Note: I'm starting to feel the pain. I really shouldn't have expanded the plot so much. My mental state is becoming unstable...

Little Li, Little Li, please tell me, what kind of ending do you want...?