Previously, Su Zhuyi had another important reason for not wanting to go to Gujian Sect.

New disciples couldn’t leave the mountain for a hundred years. By then, many things would have changed—too many variables. But now, since learning that Qin Jianglan no longer existed in this world, she understood this world was no longer the original world, so she didn’t care much about the so-called variables.

Little Skull appeared, and Luo Ying didn’t die.

If Luo Ying didn’t die, Qinghe probably wouldn’t go around exterminating entire families. If he didn’t exterminate families, many people would survive.

Too much had changed now—as if a hole had been torn in the sky itself. She could no longer reverse anything. Since that was the case, so be it.

Her current strength was too poor. Having a place to cultivate peacefully was good. As long as there were enough spirit stones and pills, Su Zhuyi felt she could cultivate to Golden Core or even Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years. When she descended the mountain then, never mind a mere Suyue Sect—even if she encountered the Four Great Sects or Yunxiao Sect, she wouldn’t fear them.

With strength, everything would be manageable.

Thinking this, Su Zhuyi wasn’t so resistant to going to Gujian Sect anymore.

However, she still resisted the dog.

Qinghe had already lowered his red fan. Su Zhuyi walked over, standing beside the fan surface, calling him senior brother.

Qinghe nodded slightly without speaking.

Little Skull knew they were about to ride a magical treasure and eagerly ran over. He’d walked a long way just now, with his toe bones stepping on lots of mud and small stones. Suddenly he really wanted to wear shoes. Looking at his own feet, Little Skull’s eye sockets moved.

Su Zhuyi stretched out her hand to block him, making a gesture forbidding approach.

Little Skull understood and stood in place holding the puppy, even stepping back two paces.

“Drop the dog and come with me,” Su Zhuyi said. “Or hold the dog and scram.”

Qinghe glanced at her without saying anything unnecessary. Many times, many things couldn’t have the best of both worlds. She hated dogs and had explained why. Little Skull insisted on bringing a dog right under her nose—naturally she’d be unhappy.

Master quite liked Little Skull.

But in truth, Qinghe didn’t. Compared to that simple, kind-hearted skeleton, he found his black-hearted junior sister more pleasing to the eye. However, since master liked Little Skull and it had saved master’s life, he’d definitely be gentler with it.

Well, he’d try…

After Su Zhuyi spoke, she saw Little Skull standing there in a daze. Then he stepped back several paces and, holding the dog, rolled away.

The skeleton rolled on the ground, tumbling down several stone steps. He couldn’t hold onto the dog and released it. That yellow dog was quite clever—it actually curled into a ball and rolled along gurgling for several circles. Finally, both rolled to the Floating Life Mirrors, stopping only when they hit the mirrors.

It had actually rolled while holding the little dog.

After rolling in a circle, it rolled back, making all its bones clatter loudly. The little dog was also dizzy from tumbling and ran two steps toward Su Zhuyi. Upon feeling Su Zhuyi’s gaze, it whimpered and directly urinated.

Little Skull used spiritual energy to clean up the dog urine on the ground. Its bones were all dirty from rolling, and the butterfly bow tied around its ribs had come undone, with the green ribbon fluttering in the wind. It looked up and asked Su Zhuyi, “Big sister, I finished rolling. Can I come with you now?” It hadn’t rested or entered the gourd. Its little finger bone still hadn’t grown out, so it held up its four-fingered hand in front of Su Zhuyi, with the little gourd hanging from its index finger.

She’d told it to scram, and it really had rolled away.

Su Zhuyi suddenly found herself speechless.

Clearly we follow different paths and can’t work together, yet you insist on squeezing onto my path!

Then I’ll take you down this dark road to the end—don’t regret it later! That ribbon had come loose and fluttered in the wind, tender green like swaying bamboo leaves. Su Zhuyi’s gaze fell on it as she pressed her lips tightly together without speaking.

Just then, Qinghe spoke quietly, “Luoxue Peak is very large.”

With year-round snow, even divine consciousness was limited. If you didn’t want to see that dog, it could never appear before your eyes for a lifetime.

Su Zhuyi understood Qinghe’s meaning.

She was over a thousand years old and had killed dogs for so many years. This time, she’d retreat just this tiny step. Seeing Little Skull’s eye sockets filled with light and the black mud on its body, Su Zhuyi took the Wuding Gourd and tucked it into her sleeve. Staring at Little Skull expressionlessly, she said, “I don’t want to smell even a bit of dog odor.”

Little Skull immediately wrapped the dog up tightly. He’d originally planned to hide the dog in the little gourd, but while he could enter it himself, the little dog couldn’t. After several attempts that left the little dog thrown to the ground, he realized the gourd was too small for the dog.

After both Su Zhuyi and Little Skull boarded the flying magical treasure, Qinghe drove the fan surface back toward Gujian Sect. His fan was very fast—in a blink, they’d left Suyue Sect and Sufang City behind, crossing mountains and rivers, riding the clear wind, carrying Su Zhuyi toward a completely different path from her previous life.

Heh, if Qin Jianglan were still here, he’d never imagine she’d go to Gujian Sect and take Luo Ying as master.

At the very end, she’d still said she wanted to be a great demon, killing anyone who blocked her. Who knew that human plans couldn’t compare to heaven’s—she’d returned to her weakest state and, after going in circles, still ended up at Gujian Sect.

She actually didn’t like using swords. But fortunately, she knew many cultivation methods—both righteous and demonic paths—so she didn’t necessarily have to practice swordplay. Truly wasting a hundred years nurturing sword heart would be foolish. Now lying on the fan, she was already considering which cultivation method to practice first.

Su Zhuyi had spent six hundred years on the Wangtian Tree, constantly teasing Qin Jianglan. Therefore, whenever she sat down and wasn’t cultivating, she’d be boneless and lazy, leaning languidly. Even though she was young now, once relaxed, she still had that soft, limp appearance—lying sideways on the fan with one hand supporting her head while pointing her toes.

“No proper sitting posture.”

Hearing Qinghe’s scolding, Su Zhuyi came to her senses. Being scolded didn’t bother her at all. She crossed her legs and looked at Qinghe. “Senior brother, are Luoxue Peak’s cultivation resources really abundant?”

“Mm.”

“About how long before master wakes up?” Su Zhuyi asked again. She glanced at Luo Ying—until the Longquan Sword was destroyed, her injuries would heal extremely slowly, and her severed arm wouldn’t grow back. This Longquan Sword was bound to Qinghe too—truly heartbreaking.

“When I completely suppress the Longquan Sword.”

“Before master fell unconscious, did she tell you to take care of me?” Su Zhuyi narrowed her eyes and asked.

Qinghe was somewhat impatient. “Yes.”

“Then let me make a list first. Give me a hundred pounds of Heavenly Rope Grass, Crimson Water Chestnuts, Spirit Void Flowers, Enlightenment Seeds…” She rattled off a string of material names. After listening, Qinghe was silent for a moment before saying, “Straw substitutes?”

“You want to craft high-level straw substitutes?” He paused. “Unnecessary.”

“Necessary.” Su Zhuyi nodded emphatically. “I’m afraid of death.”

“If someone bullies me, you’ll stand up for me, right?”

“Yes!”

“If heavenly lightning strikes down, help me block it.” Su Zhuyi’s shameless pestering skills activated again.

“Others cannot interfere with tribulation lightning, or the heavenly tribulation doubles.” Black sword shadows were almost emerging from behind Qinghe.

“Other people’s tribulation lightning.” Su Zhuyi clarified. Having caused such huge trouble, she couldn’t help worrying unnecessarily.

“Won’t fall on your head.” Qinghe said coldly.

Su Zhuyi didn’t believe it. She felt heaven was blind and would definitely strike crooked. But seeing Qinghe had lost patience, she didn’t ask more. Then she heard Little Skull beside her say, “Big sister, I’ll block it for you.”

He stood in front of Su Zhuyi, his hand shielding her forehead from the light. “Big sister, if heavenly lightning strikes down, I’ll block it for you.”

How much light could a little hand bone without any flesh block?

Scattered sunlight filtered through the translucent finger bones into her eyes. Su Zhuyi looked at Little Skull before her and smiled sweetly.