Bai Chongjiang formed hand seals, chanted a spell, and then pointed at the cat corpse.

A bright orange flame ignited, instantly engulfing the cat's corpse, leaving only a pile of ashes in the short time.

She sighed, "May you be reincarnated soon."

A cat-like meow seemed to come from the shadows in the room, then the room brightened and the odor disappeared.

Ah Jiang found the ethereal, otherworldly demeanor in every gesture quite enjoyable.

Since the battle at Qingqiu, her cultivation has become very smooth.

Before transmigrating, the original owner was physically weak and prone to illness and misfortune. In terms of cultivation, he could only guide qi into his body.

After transmigrating, his body gained an additional soul, bringing vitality to his spirit. With A-Jiang's active physical training and Linglong's help, he gained access to more standardized and effective medicines. In addition, he broke through his cultivation level when he encountered danger in Qingqiu, and is now a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

"However, with my spiritual root aptitude, even if I were to immediately reach the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, I would still be unable to establish my foundation without a suitable cultivation method and opportunity."

On the path of spiritual practice, speed and spiritual attainment are certainly important, but vision and opportunity are equally crucial.

She, a practitioner well-versed in the conventions of novels, understood this deeply. Opportunities are like stars, elusive yet always able to illuminate the path forward in a fleeting moment.

In the countless novels she had read, the protagonists were always surrounded by extraordinary adventures and serendipitous encounters. Therefore, she firmly believed that her own such opportunities would also come her way.

"Speaking of which, I once obtained a black bead in Deer Horn Workshop." She gently stroked her forehead, as if her soul had formed a connection with the black stone after it hit her.

"I never knew what it was for, but perhaps it's the opportunity I've been waiting for."

The bead, like a dim star in the night sky, lay quietly in her hand. She felt its mystery and depth, her heart filled with anticipation and curiosity. But perhaps she just needed to wait for an opportunity?

"There are so many people in Deer Horn Workshop, how come I was the one who got hit? It means I have the protagonist's halo."

Having gone through so much, Ajahn Chah's state of mind is very clear.

She didn't wait for the maid and started tidying up the room herself.

Despite her small stature, she was not afraid of hard or strenuous work. After nearly a year of cultivation, her strength was far greater than before. Carrying water from the well and sweeping the courtyard were nothing more than easy tasks for her.

After about an hour of hard work, she finally cleaned the room until it was sparkling clean. However, the so-called little maidservant did not show up, let alone anyone come to help her bathe and change clothes to meet the elders in the family.

Bai Chongjiang then cleaned the water vat by the wall, filled it with water, and then took out a small bag he was carrying. He shook the bag with the opening facing down, and a small fish that shimmered with golden light fell into the water vat.

"Magikarp, you've had a hard time these past few days. I'll dig you a big pond once I'm done with this!"

The little fish happily circled in the tank, then flipped over and leaped out of the water, creating a splash.

Bai Chongjiang sat in the courtyard, thinking about his two friends whom he had just parted ways with.

While at the academy, she didn't really have any concept of their backgrounds. Firstly, she had never been in contact with any high-ranking officials or nobles in her previous life. Secondly, she believed that the cultivation world should be based on strength, and she didn't care about these worldly identities.

However, what she saw and heard after entering Tianyu City made her question these two ideas.

Linglong is of royal blood, and the caravan took her directly into the palace.

Ji Yi's fiefdom was quite far away, requiring him to continue northwest. He was the youngest son of Princess Mingcheng, a woman of different surnames, and his mother's origins were mysterious; she was also said to be a noblewoman with her own fiefdom.

Both of them have powerful backers who can provide them with the best resources.

As for herself, Bai Chongjiang looked at the dilapidated courtyard.

He's not bad himself, and his reputation can impress many people, but his most valuable asset is his noble bloodline.

However, selling blood is not common here, and I can't exchange it for money.

As dusk approached, the two young maids finally arrived, looking somewhat impatient. They began to change Bai Chongjiang's clothes, preparing to take her to Yingfeng Hall.