She became a god

The mountains and fields were covered with clumps of bamboo, and with thousands of bamboos growing together, it was hard to be sure what the flying bamboo was.

Hu Ling and Long Yi quietly fell a step behind Ye Qingzhou, but Ye Qingzhou was not annoyed.

There's hardly any genuine affection in this world; most of it is just the power struggles and infighting among those who are driven by self-interest.

About an hour later, the demons finally saw the true face of the Flying Bamboo.

Judging from its appearance alone, the Flying Bamboo is probably no different from other bamboos, but the scent lingering around it is so strong and familiar.

It is obvious that this is its masterpiece.

Ye Qingzhou took out a green bamboo knife and cut away the soil around the bamboo, revealing a section of white bone as white as jade.

Hu Ling felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes filled with unbearable pity. The white bones on the ground were none other than those of her tiger clan cultivators.

"No, it killed so many demons, could it have only nurtured one Flying Bamboo?"

Before the other demons could answer, Long Yi continued, "Fellow Daoist Ye, why are you digging in the soil instead of picking the Flying Bamboo?"

"It seems Fellow Daoist Ye has once again concealed something from us that we don't know." Hu Ling's use of the word "once again" was a veiled criticism of Ye Qingzhou, who could clearly avoid many things with his divination skills but deliberately concealed them.

Ye Qingzhou didn't indulge them. "My two sisters are mistaken. You didn't ask me before, so how can you say I'm hiding anything? I shouldn't have been a little smarter than you, making it difficult for you to understand my words and actions, causing you to be indecisive and at a loss."

Long Yi frowned; this was an insult, calling them useless teammates.

Ye Qingzhou finished his meal and was in a good mood, happily picking flying bamboo.

"This bamboo is mine; you two may do as you please."

Hu Ling knew perfectly well that this was not the time or place to turn hostile, so he searched for similar bamboo, took out his usual spear, and overturned the surrounding land. If he found bones, he would gather the bamboo. If not, he would move on to the next place.

Long Yi tried to do the same, but she seemed to have bad luck and couldn't find the Flying Bamboo.

In his indignation, Long Yi heard a familiar scream.

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a scene that terrified her.

Tick-tock tick-tock…

Bright red blood meandered down the bamboo joints, with an intact skin at the top and a clump of muddy red flesh at the bottom.

The ground was shaking, and countless white bones were struggling and surging, as if they were about to fly into the sky at any moment.

But eventually they still slowly fell into the underground abyss.

The ground closed up rapidly, as if these strange phenomena had never occurred.

Hu Ling glanced at it again, still uneasy. The bamboo forest was lush and verdant, with occasional gentle breezes that brought a sense of peace and tranquility. There was no sign of any strange occurrences.

Long Yi thought that he must be under too much pressure to be hallucinating.

With a snap.

Something is tapping me on the shoulder.

Long Yi looked at the cold sweat on his palms, gritted his teeth, and turned around. "It's you?"

"Fellow Daoist Hu Ling, do you know how frightening it is to demons?"

Hu Ling revealed a strange smile, "You can see me?"

Long Yi rolled his eyes at her, "Isn't that obvious..."

No, that's not right.

So cold π_π

My shoulder was so cold when Hu Ling put her arm around it π_π

However, Hu Ling was not an ice spirit root cultivator, and I had never heard of her having such a powerful ice spirit root magic weapon.

Long Yi raised his eyes trembling, but was so frightened by the sight of Hu Ling that he fainted.

"Fellow Daoist, the night is deep and the dew is heavy, why not join me for a drink and some merriment?"

When Long Yi awoke again, he received an answer he had expected.

Tiger Ling has fallen.

But unexpectedly, Hu Ling did not die in the bamboo forest, but at the embassy three days earlier.