She became a god

He conspired with ghosts and monsters to harm his fellow demons, and on the verge of death, he negotiated with the ghosts and monsters, thus infiltrating Long Yi's inner circle.

Hu Ling believed that she had taken every step in the most advantageous way, but she was just lacking a bit of luck.

If God had made her a little less intelligent, she might have died shortly after receiving the wedding invitation.

Heaven gave her intelligence, so why can't she make use of it?

She wasn't the one who killed the demon.

She simply couldn't stop those demons from their demise.

She just hadn't expected that Long Yi wasn't so stupid; Ye Qingzhou was even smarter than she had imagined.

But a loss is a loss!

It's alright, we can settle the score later once she escapes from here.

But... why hasn't Ye Qingzhou said anything?

Just as Hu Ling was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Ye Qingzhou suddenly spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Long Yi, please stop her wounds first. I have a few questions I'd like to ask her."

Long Yi hesitated for a moment, but thinking that he needed more information to survive, he still applied the medicine to Hu Ling.

Once the bleeding stopped, Hu Ling said warily, "I will answer all your questions truthfully, but you must promise not to attack me again, and you must also stop Long Yi from attacking me. Do you dare to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao with me?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly, "Alright."

Seeing that the Heavenly Dao had issued a contract, Hu Ling finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"My first question is, what exactly happened to you last night? The more details the better."

Hu Ling recalled, "At three-quarters past midnight, the night wind blew, the lamp went out, and the cultivator turned into a mortal, powerless to even kill a chicken. Laughter echoed in the room. Hu Yin and I tried to use the moonlight to see the monster in the room, but when we opened the window, we saw a skin."

"The skin suddenly opened wide, and I saw the corpses of my people inside. I instinctively ran away, but we forgot that there was a monster in the room."

The monster stopped laughing and said, "Useless things don't deserve to live."

The monster kept chasing us, so we kept circling around inside the house, afraid that if we went outside we would become its food.

But... gradually, we couldn't run anymore.

The space inside is too small; if we stay inside, we'll become monster snacks sooner or later.

Although it's dangerous outside, and there's skin around, at least there's plenty of space and multiple places to escape.

But... when Tiger Sound and I went outside, we found... that Skin was gone.

Everything is normal in the outside world.

How is this possible?

It's just a tactic to lower our guard.

But we only have one choice: to escape.

They fled until dawn and finally reached the foot of Xiaozhufeng Mountain.

There were no laughing monsters, no gaping maws.

There were no other tribesmen, only Huyin and I.

But I was wrong!

Huyin died at the third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 AM) when the lamp went out.

After that, it was never Tiger's Roar that kept me company, but the monster.

The monster has always been around me.

But for some reason, it didn't kill me.

Instead, they said they wanted to make a deal with me.

It said that if I could kill one of the envoys before the next dawn, I could resurrect my people and send them away.

I didn't really believe it, but this was my only chance.

In the face of the monster, I lost all my abilities as a demon cultivator, becoming weaker than a blade of grass.

I have no room for negotiation.

Ye Qingzhou spoke again, "Why seek out the Dragon Clan instead of me?"

"First, you're too smart; there are too many variables involved in working with you."

"Secondly, the monster told me that the number of demon cultivators I kill must match the number of my fallen kin, and the higher their cultivation level, the better. Dragon cultivators are generally more powerful and more numerous than pandas."