Yu Luo's gaze seemed to pierce through the carriage, beyond the noisy world, and look towards the distant future.

In her field of vision, scenes unfolded like a scroll painting.

She saw that after Cui Lingyi returned to the capital, this intelligent and resilient young woman had not forgotten the sisters who had left Chunfeng Tower with her.

The girl settled them in one by one.

Chunxue and Sister Mei's Qin Studio quietly opened in a corner of the bustling capital city.

At first, it only attracted some curious passersby.

But soon, the clear and melodious sound of the zither spread throughout the streets and alleys.

"Have you heard? The newly opened Wenyin Pavilion in the south of the city has a female musician whose skill is comparable to that of the palace musicians!"

"More than that! I've heard that the musicians there only play the zither, and they're incredibly refined!"

Gradually, those who came to listen to the music were no longer ordinary people.

The noble ladies in the capital also began to secretly send their maids to inquire.

Later on, being able to listen to a song at Wenyin Pavilion became a fashionable symbol among the noble ladies of the capital.

Owning a private music room at Wenyin Pavilion is a reflection of one's status and taste.

Cui Lingyi, on the other hand, embarked on a completely different path.

She took the imperial examinations all the way through the provincial, metropolitan, and palace examinations...

Finally, they made great strides and won six consecutive prizes!

When the words "female champion" spread throughout Daliang, the entire capital city was in an uproar.

Cui Ling finally got her revenge.

She walked down the street, basking in the admiring and envious gazes of countless people, living her whole life in the limelight.

The Wang family members then adopted a fawning attitude, taking pride in having produced a female scholar in the imperial examinations.

However, Cui Lingyi was not blinded by this overwhelming wealth.

The first thing she did after becoming an official was to wield her sword and strike down the local bullies who were entrenched in various places.

Reforming officialdom, opening granaries to distribute grain, and constructing water conservancy projects...

She transformed every word she wrote in her policy essay into concrete actions that benefited the people.

The scene shifts and finally settles on Cui Lingyi, dressed in a scarlet official robe, standing in the court, speaking eloquently.

That figure gradually overlapped with the girl in Yu Luo's memory who endured hardship and struggled to survive in the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Yu Luo withdrew her gaze and looked behind her.

The still somewhat bewildered soul belonging to Cui Lingyi was staring blankly at her.

Yu Luo's gaze gradually softened.

As if summoned by some force, Cui Lingyi's dazed gaze instantly cleared.

She saw the soul radiating a soft golden light before her, and the next second, without any hesitation, she knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Her forehead struck the void heavily.

"Lingyi, thank you, God, for saving my life!"

"I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. May I ask your title, deity?"

Her voice carried a devotion that came from the depths of her soul.

Yu Luo remained silent.

She just looked at her gently.

A moment later, her golden soul began to become transparent, turning into specks of golden light that slowly dissipated.

Just before the soul completely disappeared, Cui Lingyi raised her head.

In a daze, it seemed that in the silhouette of the deity, I saw the ethereal, majestic, and boundless green mountain.

…

The next second, Yu Luo's consciousness plummeted.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on a cold, damp patch of mud.

She moved her claws.

Wait, claws?

Yu Luo looked down and saw a pair of fluffy, pink little paw pads.

She turned into a cat?

It was still a small orange cat whose fur was covered in mud and blood, making it almost impossible to tell its original color.

A wave of weakness washed over me, as if I were about to die at any moment.

She struggled to lift her head and looked around.

Many animals were lying haphazardly in the surrounding woods.

A little fox with a broken leg is whimpering in pain.

A lark with a broken wing fluttered futilely.

There was also an injured little rabbit, huddled under the tree roots, shivering.

Like her, they were all on the verge of death, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

Not far ahead of them was a huge, deep pool.

The pool of water was as black as ink, bubbling and gurgling, with ominous black vapor constantly emanating from it, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

Yu Luo looked somewhat bewildered.

Where is this?

what happened?

Just then, a flood of complex memories rushed into her mind like a tidal wave.

It turns out that the mountain she is currently on is called Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Most of the animals in the mountains are little demons.

They never came down from the mountain to harm people; they simply lived a peaceful life in this forest.

Until two weeks ago.

A wealthy businessman surnamed Qian discovered this place by chance.

He was drawn to the smooth, beautiful fur of these little demons, believing it to be a rare treasure that could fetch an astronomical price.

Thus, the hunting began.

The wealthy merchant hired a large number of hunters and some shady sorcerers to set up a trap in the mountains.

These little demons, who have never seen the wickedness of human nature, are no match for them.

In just over ten days, the Beast Mountain was stained with blood.

Now, all the surviving lesser demons have been forced into this desperate situation.

The deep pool ahead, constantly emitting black smoke, was the insidious formation set up by the sorcerer at the merchant's request—the Demon Transformation Pool.

Once you fall in, all your spirituality will be stripped away, turning you into a pool of blood, leaving only your most perfect fur.

Looking ahead at the deep pool that resembled the entrance to hell.

Looking back at the human butchers behind them, wielding knives and closing in step by step, all the little demons felt only endless sorrow.