After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

"who are you?"

The door opened, and Yun Zhao looked at the two men who opened it, remaining silent.

So it turns out it wasn't Gu Dinghan and Meng Wenchang after all.

"What?" The village chief looked at Yun Zhao and asked in surprise, "Miss, aren't they the people you're looking for?"

Yun Zhao shook his head. "No."

The two men also said they didn't know Yun Zhao and the other two. Seeing this, the village chief led the three of them to another place.

On the other side, Gu Dinghan opened the door full of hope, only to find the person he least wanted to see standing outside.

"Miss Cao, please leave. I will not agree to this."

“Not only me, but my brother won’t agree either. If you want to keep us locked up, then go ahead.”

“But let me warn you,” Gu Dinghan warned, “we are all direct disciples of the four major sects. Don’t blame us for being ruthless when the sects come after your family!”

With tears in her eyes, Cao Xiangxuan said sadly, "Brother Gu, do you really dislike me that much? We can try to get to know each other. I believe you will like me..."

Gu Dinghan didn't let her continue speaking and slammed the door shut.

Cao Xiangxuan stomped her foot angrily and ordered the old man beside her, "Keep an eye on them for me, and absolutely do not let them escape!"

She refused to believe that if they were locked up for a while, they would still be able to refuse her forcefully!

She did this because she knew they were direct disciples of the Spirit Talisman Sect and the Myriad Beasts Sect. She, Cao Xiangxuan, wouldn't even bother marrying an ordinary cultivator!

Taoyuan Village.

"Then the three of you can stay here tonight," the village chief said, pointing to a small courtyard. "It's getting late, so please get some rest."

Yun Zhao took out some spirit stones as a night's lodging fee, and the village chief accepted them without hesitation. It seemed that their village had been used by many people for lodging.

Upon entering the courtyard, one sees two thatched-roof houses.

Qi Yan was about to speak when Bai Lingxiao spoke first, "Zhao Zhao, I'll share a room with you, and Qi Yan can have another room by himself."

Yun Zhao nodded, "Okay, Senior Sister Bai, I see that's the kitchen over there. Let's get something to eat before we go to rest."

The two of them made a decision, one after the other, and Qi Yan only needed to follow it.

So, Qi Yan took a few eggs with a blank expression and went to the kitchen to make a pot of egg drop soup.

"Too much vinegar," Bai Lingxiao whispered in Yun Zhao's ear, "It's a bit sour."

Yun Zhao glanced at Bai Lingxiao, who was trying not to laugh, and then at Qi Yan, whose face was full of unhappiness.

Okay, it is a bit sour.

After the two girls finished their meal, they went back to their room. Qi Yan stood outside, sighing and lamenting under the moon for a long time, unable to come up with a way to win back his wife.

Forget it, once he finds those two, he'll take Zhaozhao back to Qingyun Peak. Xiaotong won't be there, so it'll just be the two of them then.

In this world, some people become instant friends, while others remain strangers even after a lifetime of separation. Yun Zhao and Bai Lingxiao are probably the first type; even though they have been apart for a long time, they do not feel estranged when they meet again.

Yun Zhao picked out the parts he could talk about and recounted his experiences over the past few days. When Bai Lingxiao learned that Song Qinghua was an evil cultivator or even a demonic cultivator, he clicked his tongue in amazement.

"If outsiders find out about this, the Song family will probably be attacked by everyone."

"What's strange is that the heads of several families in Demon-Slaying City all know that Song Qinghua is an evil cultivator, so why didn't they pursue the matter? Could it be that the Song family offered too much, and they simply couldn't refuse?"

Yun Zhao couldn't understand, "If they had brought down the Song family, they could have gained far more benefits. Why would they give up a mountain of gold for such a small gain?"

“Perhaps their ideas are different from yours,” Bai Lingxiao analyzed. “After all, the Song family is the number one family in Demon Subduing City. Even if other families unite to try to overthrow them, it will take countless manpower, material resources, and financial resources.”

"It's better to reap the benefits than to inflict heavy losses on the enemy."

That's one possibility.

When the topic turned to Song Qinghua being a demonic cultivator, Yun Zhao brought up her earlier question.

Bai Lingxiao listened and said helplessly, "Zhaozhao, which miscellaneous book did you read that from? Becoming a demon only makes you a demonic cultivator. Only by communicating with the demon race will you lose your soul."

"Song Qinghua should just have fallen into demonic possession, and he has no connection with the demon race."

"Then where did those demons I saw come from? Could it be that there's a passage between the demons and the cultivation world?"

Bai Lingxiao said with difficulty, "I don't know either, but I've heard that there isn't any. Of course, it's also possible that there is, but we don't know."

"By the way, Zhao Zhao, should we tell the sect about this? The demon race has always been brutal and warlike. If a lot of people come without our knowledge, the cultivation world will probably be plunged into a bloodbath!"

She had already broken the facade of harmony with Hu Guichen and was no longer a member of any sect.

Yun Zhao thought for a moment, "If I say that I saw a demonic cultivator at the Song family, Song Zhiyuan will definitely think that I am framing his family. But I can't hide this. How about I say that I saw him during my training?"

“Okay, once we find Xiaohan and Wenchang, we’ll agree on our script.”

The next morning, Qi Yan got up early and kneaded dough and chopped filling in the kitchen to make steamed buns for Yun Zhao.

He had just started steaming when there was a knock on the door.

When the door opened, a chubby-cheeked little boy appeared. The boy wasn't shy at all and said in a clear voice, "Brother, do you need some dry food? I have some at home, you can buy some to eat on the way."

Qi Yan squatted down, trying to appear as gentle as possible. "No need, we have food. You should go home."

To everyone's surprise, the child's expression changed instantly. He nimbly retreated and slammed the door shut behind him.

Qi Yan: "???"

He didn't take the child seriously. He went back to check the steamer and, seeing that it was almost ready, went to wake Yun Zhao and Bai Lingxiao up.

Yun Zhao ate his meal with steaming hot buns, millet porridge, and pickled vegetables prepared by the boy. He was very satisfied.

"Mmm, so fresh! Ah Yan, your cooking is getting better and better!"

Qi Yan raised his chin arrogantly.

Sure enough, before dawn he went out and hunted a monster that was perfect for making minced meat, and it was fresh as a beet!

Yun Zhao ate five fist-sized buns in one go. If Qi Yan hadn't been worried that she would feel uncomfortable from overeating, she could have eaten two more.

Bai Lingxiao leisurely sipped his millet porridge, watching the two of them outwit each other over a steamed bun with a smile in his eyes.

Such days are precious, and she may not see them again in the near future.

Look at it more now, and remember it forever.

After breakfast, they planned to leave, but as soon as they stepped out of the yard, they saw a group of people standing at the gate, seemingly waiting for them.

Yun Zhao was a little confused, "What's going on here?"

Upon seeing them emerge, the villagers, clutching their baskets, surrounded them with shining eyes.

"Girls, this is some dry food that our family made ourselves. Take some with you and eat it on the road."

"Young master, these are the insoles I made. Take them with you and wear them on the road."

"This is a specialty of our village. Please take it with you as a souvenir..."