My ancestors were spiritual plant growers, so it's not surprising that I hunt demons every day,

When it was time for dinner, a plate of stir-fried snow frog with sour hawthorn berries was indeed placed on the table where Cui Ying was sitting.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Cui Yan had just happily stretched out his hand when Wang Rong, who was passing by, pinched his ear and asked, "Did you learn the Golden Light Technique I taught you yesterday?"

"what?"

Cui Yan, while protecting his ears and groaning, was about to suggest that he could practice after he finished eating, when his mother abruptly snatched away his bowl and chopsticks without a word.

"If that's the case, then you don't need to eat dinner either."

"Mother~"

After Cui Yan reluctantly left, Wang Rong moved the plate closer to Cui Ying, muttering:

"I've really spoiled him! He's so old, yet he's still fighting with his older sister for food. He has no manners and no respect for his elders!"

The little incident between the mother and son naturally caused the rogue cultivators to burst into laughter, leaving Cui Yan with no will to live, practicing his spells in front of the dilapidated wall.

After dinner, it quickly got dark, and the earth seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ink, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Finally, just as Cui Ying was about to sneak into the mountains at night, Taxue and Little Golden Scorpion realized they had to go home.

"Why are you back so late? Did you encounter some danger?"

Cui Ying stroked the little golden scorpion, her eyes filled with worry.

The little golden scorpion shook its head, seemingly recounting the events of the day.

"Third Sister, what is Little Golden Scorpion saying?"

Unfortunately, Cui Yue, who was standing nearby, couldn't hear what the little golden scorpion was saying to Cui Ying. She was so anxious that she scratched her head and kept circling around Cui Ying.

"Little Golden Scorpion is saying that it encountered a very powerful centipede today, and it and Ta Xue used all their strength to defeat it. They returned late today because it swallowed the centipede demon's venom sac and refined it on the spot, which delayed them."

Cui Ying found it amusing and gently explained it to the curious Cui Yue.

"Wow~ Little Golden Scorpion is amazing~ Snowwalker is amazing too~"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yue's eyes lit up. After praising the two beasts generously for a few moments, she didn't forget to get back to the point and continued to ask:

"Does that mean the little golden scorpion has advanced again?"

"No, that's not true. The little golden scorpion said that its cultivation has only improved a lot. After inheriting the centipede demon's poison mist ability, it can directly poison a large monster of the same level to death."

"Wow~ Little Golden Scorpion is amazing! What about Ta Xue? I've seen Ta Xue running into the Phoenix Mountain Range every day lately. What new skills has Ta Xue acquired?"

"Hmm~ Little Golden Scorpion said that Treading Snow doesn't allow me to say it."

Is this some kind of secret?

Cui Yue's little head was filled with great confusion. She glanced at Ta Xue, who was lying quietly at Cui Ying's feet, and then took the opportunity to pat the little iron-eating beast that was snuggling into Cui Ying's arms. Suddenly, she stood up and ran into the main room:

"No matter what, you are all good spirit beasts who protect my third sister~ I'll go and mix some Hundred Flower Honey for you to drink!"

"Coo coo," "Woof woof," "Hiss hiss"

After the three of them finished their bowls of wildflower honey, they all made sounds of enjoyment and then went to sleep in the places they found most comfortable.

"You guys~"

The little golden scorpion sleeping next to her pillow was fine. But that little iron-eating beast was truly shameless; its body looked clumsy, but its skill at climbing onto the bed was more adept than anyone else's.

Cui Ying tried to pull her off the bed several times, but the little iron-eating beast still rushed back anxiously.

He then clung to her waist even more tightly, making a pitiful "woo-woo" sound.

Thinking about what happened to that large iron-eating beast, I wondered if the little thing might have mistaken me for its mother.

She wasn't cut out for the ruthless path after all, and couldn't help but soften her heart, patting its round head and sighing, "This is the last time."

After letting her mind wander, Cui Ying lost all interest in cultivation that night and prepared to rest early.

But she had only been asleep for a short while when suddenly a shout came from afar: "Help! Help!"

Cui Ying's heart skipped a beat. She quickly sat up in bed, closed her eyes and sensed for a while. Only after finding nothing unusual in the house did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After she finished dressing and walked out of the room, her father Cui Zhengming, mother Wang Rong, her eldest brother and sister-in-law, and even her second sister Cui Lin were already waiting for her in the main room.

"What's going on outside in the middle of the night?"

Seeing Wang Rong's worried expression and restless demeanor, Cui Zhengming suggested to Cui Ying, "Let's go out and take a look."

Actually, even if Cui Zhengming hadn't said it, Cui Ying also wanted to go out and see the world.

After all, the shout imbued with magical power has never stopped since it began.

When the father and daughter stepped out of the courtyard, they found that the village not far away was as bright as day, with cultivators running around everywhere.

"Come on, let's go take a look too."

Cui Ying and her father exchanged a glance, then followed the group of cultivators in the direction of the sound, and soon arrived at the courtyard of a rogue cultivator located on the east side of the village.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, what's the matter that you called us here in the middle of the night?"

The middle-aged man, known as Fellow Daoist Cheng, was also at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He was standing outside the courtyard with his trembling wife and children in his arms, looking inside with a wary expression.

Upon hearing the question from behind, he quickly pointed to the dark courtyard and said nervously, "My house is haunted!"

"Haunted!?"

The arriving rogue cultivators' expressions changed, and they all involuntarily took two steps back.

Although they were all cultivators, they were not afraid of mountain spirits and monsters.

But for Cheng Zhiheng, who is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, to ask the village for help, he must be a ghost at the late stage of Qi Refining. We must be careful.

"Quickly, fellow Daoists who brought magical artifacts, come to the front. Those in the back, hurry up and inform the village chief."

Immediately from the crowd, a thin, barefoot middle-aged man ran out and shouted to the surrounding rogue cultivators.

This person, with a cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining, is also the leader of the third patrol team elected by the cultivators of Shuangling Village: Chang Feng.

Cui Ying looked back and saw that her father was also giving her a meaningful look, so she subtly slowed down and fell behind the crowd.

Just then, she heard her mother's intermittent voice: "Third girl, what happened outside? When are you coming back?"

“It’s a ghost that got into Cheng Sanxiu’s house in the village. My dad and I will check it out and come back soon.”

After explaining to her mother with slightly parted lips, Cui Ying stood beside her father, then, as if remembering something, continued to transmit her thoughts telepathically:

"I keep the magic array in the house running at all times. As long as you don't go out, it can hold off any ghosts for a while. If anything unusual happens, remember to send me a message immediately."

After saying this, Cui Ying stood beside her father and looked around.

It was discovered that within the time it took to say those two sentences, several cultivators with high cultivation levels and carrying magical artifacts had already stepped forward, and several powerful auras were also approaching from a distance.

"Come on, fellow Daoist with the magical artifact, come inside with me and take a look."

Chang Feng carried a golden sword, more than three feet long, and seeing that many helpers had arrived, he took the lead and, under the cover of a spiritual energy shield, slowly walked towards Cheng Sanxiu's house.

The Cheng family courtyard was pitch black, but fortunately, cultivators could see at night and soon spotted the ruined defensive array, the collapsed walls and houses, and several mortal servants lying motionless on the ground.

It was obvious that the Cheng family had just been in a battle.

"Everyone, stay alert! Don't let that ghost bewitch you and hurt your own people!"

One of the rogue cultivators in blue robes seemed to remember something, and after giving a deep reminder, he followed Chang Feng and stepped into the Cheng family courtyard.

Cui Ying recognized this person because he was one of the few Qi Refining Level 6 experts in their village—Ke Zhongkai.

Just as Cui Ying and her father were about to follow the rogue cultivators inside to see what was going on, a woman's scream suddenly came from a courtyard a hundred feet away:

"Sister-in-law~"

With that piercing scream, a powerful ghostly aura erupted, instantly enveloping the courtyard. Cui Ying heard the woman's voice cry out in grief and indignation, "Evil ghost, return my husband's life!"

Then a blinding burst of spiritual light erupted, followed by an overwhelming surge of ghostly energy, and the sound abruptly ceased.