Xiao Li returned to the space, her entire soul still receiving the baptism of faith and merit.
There are so many calls, there are simply too many to take!
After a long while, Xiaoli calmed down, feeling as if she had touched the mystery of time and space.
She tried moving her finger, and in the blink of an eye, her soul was in a tall forest.
Smelling the familiar scent, Little Wood and Youyou ran out of the space.
"This is our hometown."
The little wood ran to the deep pit it had left behind and even transformed its body into its original form, burying it deep in the soil.
Youyou hopped up and down on it, having a great time.
Xiao Li smiled slightly, "Are you homesick? Then do you want to stay?"
The little piece of wood immediately jumped out of the soil and transformed into a child, shaking its head vigorously.
"Don't stay behind, I want to follow my master."
Youyou happily circled around Xiaoli.
"I want to stay with my master."
Xiao Li took her pets to visit the Yanhuang tribe. There, people still worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, living a peaceful and happy life.
...
With a wave of her hand, Xiao Li changed the scene and brought everyone to a dark place, the Soul Realm.
Youyou found the Netherworld Pure Fire, which was its little brother. The two flames danced in the air, and Youyou was overjoyed.
...
As the mist dissipated, Xiao Li saw a verdant green barrier. The towering Tree of Life in the Elf Forest seemed to sense this, its trunk leaning outwards with effort.
Xiao Li released her divine sense and made intimate contact with the Tree of Life for a while before turning and leaving.
...
Xiao Li arrived at a peach orchard, where the fragrance was intoxicating. Xiao Li looked at the tall peach tree in the middle, which was covered with blossoms, and its huge branches spread across the entire orchard.
The little wooden thing reached out and stroked it. Yao Mei felt something and opened her eyes, but all she saw was mist and no one.
...
Xiao Li waved her sleeve, which seemed to carry a peach blossom fragrance. She shook her hand and found herself standing in front of Yun Yuniang.
"Xiaoli, your clothes look really strange."
Yun Yuniang looked at her daughter with a look of surprise.
Xiao Li looked down and saw that she was wearing a silver protective suit.
"But your outfit is so cool!" She secretly made a peace sign behind her back. She learned this "cool" from her daughter, and now she could finally put it to good use.
Xiao Li smiled, but tears streamed down her face.
"Mom, I miss you."
Yun Yuniang hugged Xiaoli and patted her back.
"If you miss your mother, come back and visit. Our two houses are next door, just a short walk away."
With a thought, Xiaoli's protective suit transformed into a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
Yun Yuniang watched with a smile, and Xiao Li also looked at her with a smile.
There was a noise at the door. Xiao Li waved her hand, and time suddenly froze. Xiao Li disappeared instantly, and time went back to a quarter of an hour earlier.
Yun Yuniang looked at the doorway, calculating when her daughter would arrive. She felt as if her daughter had just returned, but then again, she didn't.
Xiao Li smiled faintly, waved goodbye, and with one step she stepped out, another world opened up before her.
...
This time, Xiaoli stood at the intersection. A boy was running towards the road when a truck kept honking its horn.
Xiao Li saw herself running towards the boy, pushing him away, and then being hit by the truck.
The boy stood alone at the crossroads, staring blankly at Xiaoli lying in a pool of blood on the ground.
The boy's parents arrived quickly, and the police arrived soon after.
Be on guard, take photos...
The boy stared blankly at Xiaoli, never leaving.
After learning that Xiaoli was an orphan, the boy's parents arranged her funeral, and Xiaoli was buried in a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains.
After that, every year during the Qingming Festival, the boy would come to Xiaoli's grave and offer her a bouquet of flowers.
Later, he had a wife and children, and Xiaoli smiled with relief, having no more worries in her heart.
...
Xiao Li walked toward her only cause and effect. She appeared in front of a sacred mountain. She took a step forward and saw the stone tablet in front of the mountain gate.
Qingyang Sect!
If Xiao Li remembers correctly, this world should be a world of cultivation, but the Qingyang Sect is full of immortal energy.
She took another step and arrived at the plaza on the mountaintop, which was laid out like a cultivation world.
It includes a main hall, an alchemy hall, an artifact hall, a beast hall, and so on.
There were also many jade slips piled up in the transmission room; this place was practically a holy land for cultivating immortality.
No wonder I failed; the Qingyang Sect aren't genuine demon hunters at all, they're cultivators.
Xiao Li stretched out her palm and gently beckoned, and her lost divine body flew out from a house.
Who is it?
The guards noticed something amiss and chased after them.
Uncle Yuandao was right after all; this body will bring trouble, and this woman is clearly not someone to be trifled with.
He took out his communicator and quickly sent a message. In no time, a group of people ran out.
The leader was Yuan Dao, and he was accompanied by the group of people who had attacked Xiao Li before.
Yuan Dao gasped. The woman had indeed arrived. He felt both regret and resentment.
"Greetings, young lady. If you have come to reclaim your body, we would not dare to stop you. Please, young lady, consider that we have not damaged our bodies and let us compromise."
Xiao Li didn't speak, but slowly released her aura, the powerful pressure making everyone breathless.
The weaker disciples were already lying on the ground, but Yuan Dao still insisted on being strong. Suddenly, a sharp crack was heard from his back, and his spine broke.
Yuan Dao was sweating profusely, his face turning a deep purplish-red. Xiao Li snorted coldly, and Yuan Dao collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
The aura emanating from the people next to them was several times stronger than that of those around them, and they too were forced to lie on the ground.
Xiao Jiu brought out a whole bunch of things from its spatial storage; it had almost been blown up back then.
If it weren't for his master's desperate protection, he would have been blown up by that old geezer Yuan Dao.
It was furious. It took out a large cauldron and covered everyone inside, but it left an opening in the top so that it could throw things in.
Youyou and Xiaomutou also stood by to cheer it on. At that time, they were both in seclusion and not around. Later, after hearing Xiao Jiu talk about the danger at that time, they both hated Yuan Dao to the bone.
"Go, Xiao Jiu! Beat them until they're running for their lives!"
Xiao Jiu threw everything in her hand into it—stinky fart talismans, itching powder, chili water, centipedes, octopuses, poisonous snakes, spiders, scorpions…
There are also various attack talismans made by Xiao Li, such as lightning talismans, water arrow talismans, swamp talismans, thorn vine talismans... you name it, they have it.
Youyou, Xiaomutou, and Huanling also helped throw things, and the four little ones had a great time.
Yuan Dao and the others all wore bitter faces, hoping that the higher-ups would have their fun and let them go.
However, this talisman was too torturous. Yuan Dao tore a scorpion off his head, but was unexpectedly stung by the scorpion's tail. Although it was not fatal, the pain was real.
They dared not resist and could only endure it.
Xiao Jiu then took out a thick stack of talismans, and Yuan Dao's expression changed. Those were Exploding Flame Talismans, far more than the ones he had taken out before.
"My lord, please, please spare us..."
"It's all our fault for being blind. We shouldn't have believed the rumors and offended you."
"Please, sir, spare my life!"
"Sir, I have elderly parents and young children to support."
Several people began to beg for mercy, and they also blamed the ancestor for causing them trouble even after his death.
Yuan Dao was also suffering. After the ancestor passed away, the Qingyang Sect began to decline, and several major forces around them were eyeing them.
He has never had a good night's sleep, fearing that the moment he opens his eyes, he will be besieged by the enemy. Is his entire family really going to be wiped out now?
Xiao Jiu was playing around with the cards one by one, and the people below were blown up, covered in dust and dirt, their clothes were torn, and their skin was bleeding profusely.
With only a few cards left, Xiao Jiu threw them in as well. Instantly, most of the six people died, leaving only Yuan Dao and Yuan Qing, who was dressed in blue. But they were barely hanging on and were about to die.
Yuan Qing stared intently at Xiao Li, his mouth moving, but Xiao Li understood what he meant.
He was saying, "Where's the dagger? Let me die by its hand!"
Xiao Li glanced at Huan Ling, who immediately transformed into the shape of a dagger and hovered in front of him.
Yuan Qing's eyes widened, filled with boundless joy. This dagger was indeed a weapon with a spirit; he could die without regret.
He reached out to touch it, but the phantom spirit, being petty, refused and flew into the air.
It only unleashed a single sword aura, and Yuan Qing died. Yuan Dao watched helplessly as all the high-ranking members of the Qingyang Sect perished, and the blood vessels in his eyes suddenly increased, making him look extremely terrifying.
But he still retained a sliver of reason; he knelt on the ground, trying his best to beg sincerely.
"My lord, please spare the remaining innocent people of Qingyang Sect! I will commit suicide to atone for my sins, please."
He kowtowed heavily, and with his last bit of strength, picked up the broken sword from the ground and forcefully plunged it into his heart.
With this, all of Qingyang Sect's enemies were brought to justice.
Xiao Li originally intended to destroy the Qingyang Sect outright, but now she's starting to hesitate.
Those junior disciples were indeed innocent; their cultivation levels were low, and some had not even entered the gate yet.
Xiao Li sighed and prepared to leave.
Youyou froze. It flew towards the training room and circled it once. The entire room burst into flames and was reduced to ashes in just a few breaths.
Xiao Li looked at the sky, frowned, and flew into the sky with several pet spirits.
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