My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

In the dark night, a drizzle began to fall.

In a cave, a bonfire was burning, outlining two shadows.

This is Bai Ling and Scarecrow!

A young girl sat by the campfire, her white gown accentuating her curvaceous figure. She rested her chin on one hand, her eyes gazing out of the cave, a trace of melancholy plastered across her delicate face.

The scarecrow spread out his hands, and a wooden stick stretched out from somewhere on his body and was deeply inserted into the ground not far away. He held a sickle in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand.

A strange face looked indescribably eerie against the backdrop of the bonfire.

Bai Ling poked the campfire with a small wooden stick, collected her thoughts, and looked at the scarecrow.

As if she had thought of something, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "You're quite an interesting guy. You follow me wherever I go, like a pillar stuck in the ground."

However, the Scarecrow turned a deaf ear to her words.

After talking to herself for a while, the girl's mood became obviously depressed again.

When she saw the scarecrow, she thought of Zhong Qing.

"I don't know how the gentleman is doing?"

Bai Ling murmured, and when she thought of that figure, ripples began to form in her heart.

When she was most helpless and desperate, the other party saved her from danger like a banished immortal.

Even though she had already made it clear that she could be killed at any time and pointed out how powerful the enemy was, he still took her in without a care.

This action was undoubtedly like a ray of light that went straight into her heart.

The time she spent at Shogun Peak was definitely the most peaceful and warmest time she had ever experienced.

"Rumble..."

A loud thunderclap interrupted Bai Ling's memories.

Along with the thunder, there was also a terrifying flash of lightning.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, one can vaguely make out that this is a vast mountain range!

The undulating mountains are like an angry dragon spreading its body, vigorous and endless.

At the highest point of the mountain, you can vaguely see a boundary marker!

That is the northern boundary!

Across this mountain is the Northern Territory.

"I'm about to enter the Northern Territory. It will be extremely dangerous to follow me. Why don't you go back on your own?"

Bai Ling has said this to Scarecrow many times.

But every time, the scarecrow had no reaction.

Bai Ling shook her head: "I really can't do anything with you!"

"That's fine!"

"You've been able to follow me all this way, so you must have quite a few tricks and abilities."

"From now on, you will be responsible for helping me keep watch and collect some simple intelligence information!"

Bai Ling slowly recounted her origins to the Scarecrow: "Everyone says that the Northern Demon Cave in the Northern Territory is the demonic headquarters and the source of all evil."

"Who would have known that in ancient times, gods and demons were one and the same!"

"The real devil is also worshipped by the world!"

"There are eight meridians in the North Demon Cave!"

"And I am a descendant of the White Demon."

"Just because of his ancestral bloodline, he was chosen as the next leader of the Northern Demon Cave."

"Actually, I don't want to be the leader at all, but the wind blows even though the tree wants to be still."

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Originally, she also had a happy and warm family and a joyful past.

She has a father and brothers who love her, an uncle who treats her very well, and sisters who are as close as siblings.

However, everything changed after she was chosen as the future leader of the Northern Demon Cave.

Power makes people crazy, and jealousy makes people jealous.

The eight meridians are not a monolithic entity.

But each one is respected.

Some people did not want her to take the position of leader and even wanted to deprive her of her bloodline, so they launched a series of thundering measures against her.

All means of framing her were used, and her parents and relatives suffered misfortune for protecting her.

Her best friends, with whom she used to talk about everything, stabbed her in the back, letting her know how sinister people are.

If the ancestor of the White Demon lineage had not appeared at the critical moment and saved her from the tiger's mouth, she would probably have become a dead soul long ago.

Having said that, the ancestor was surrounded by enemies while trying to save her and died of exhaustion.

The once glorious White Demon lineage was brutally purged and fell into decline.