Liuli and Shichan settled down in Queqiao Town. They would return to the town mayor's house at night, while Shichan would work with several young men in the town to build a wooden house on an open space on the edge of town during the day. Liuli would avoid the hard work and instead go to the Holy Monk Temple to secretly channel spiritual energy into the Bodhi fruit buried underground, so that it could take root and sprout.
On a vacant lot at the very edge of Queqiao Town, after more than ten days of hard work, a wooden building was already half completed. At this time, more than a dozen young people and Shi Chan were still working enthusiastically.
Some people cut down trees on the mountain and carried them down, while others peeled off the bark and sawed the trees into flat planks, which were then stacked aside. Shi Chan was responsible for carrying these planks over to the people building the wooden house.
The dozen or so people, including Shi Chan, chatted while they worked. Several of the young people had never been outside before and were asking Shi Chan questions about things outside. Shi Chan answered them with a smile.
They all call Shi Chan "Bailing". At first, Shi Chan was a little uncomfortable and would pause for a while before responding when others called him. But now he responds very naturally.
As they talked, the conversation somehow drifted to the calamity posed by the demons outside. Shi Chan's ever-smiling face lost its smile, and a hint of worry unconsciously crept onto his expression.
A young man who was peeling bark off a large tree casually said, "I heard that the demons and righteous disciples outside have been fighting fiercely these days. It is said that the demon lord... what's his name again? I forgot... he used his clan's flag to summon hundreds of ancient demon gods and wiped out several righteous sects!"
"What?!" Shi Chan's brow twitched, and in a moment of distraction, all the wooden planks in his arms fell to the ground. He was shocked and asked, "Weren't there eighty-one? How come there are several hundred? Is this a rumor?"
"Hehe, what are you afraid of, Bailing?" the young man who had spoken earlier mocked. "We are so far from the Central Plains, the demons can't easily defeat us."
Looking lost in thought, Shi Chan squatted down and picked up the wooden planks one by one from the ground. He frowned and asked, "Brother Li Shen, is what you just said true? Are there really several hundred demon spirits?"
“Oh, right, it’s the spirit of the demon god.” Li Shen, who was speaking, suddenly realized, and then asked with some doubt, “Bailing, how do you know it’s the spirit of the demon god? I heard it from Xiao Lei. He came back to visit his family a few days ago.”
"Has Xiao Lei come back yet?" another young man chimed in, his face full of envy. "I haven't even gone to see him. Is he able to fly like those cultivators?"
A young man who was building a wooden house said with a smile, "I went to see it, I went to see it! Xiao Lei can fly now, and his hands can even glow! That's amazing! I wish I had gone out with him. We could have both joined the Qingyang Sect together, wouldn't that have been awesome?"
"Tch!" Li Shen scoffed. "Jiang Zi, you think you can get out? Will your parents let you out?"
Jiang Zi stopped talking, but shook his head and sighed heavily.
Shi Chan frowned, stepped forward and handed the wooden board in his arms to Jiang Zi, then turned to Li Shen and continued to ask, "Brother Li Shen, when I was in the Central Plains, I heard that there were only eighty-one demon spirits on the Chi You Banner, but now there are several hundred. Is this really not a rumor?"
Li Shen shook his head and said, "No, it's definitely not a rumor. I heard it from Xiao Lei himself. Apparently, disciples like him who have just entered a cultivation sect are strictly ordered to cultivate in seclusion and are not allowed to go out. That's why he hurriedly came back to tell his parents."
Hundreds of demonic spirits! Shi Chan's heart trembled.
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