She became a god

Youzhou, returning to the city, a torrential downpour.

Within a year of returning to the city, it usually only rains twice, and when it does rain, it's always a downpour.

Every year, hundreds of cultivators die in torrential rains in the city.

The torrential rain on the way back to the city was extremely corrosive; even a Nascent Soul cultivator would feel a burning sensation when the raindrops touched their skin.

Therefore, the return to the city in the rain is also known as Death's viewing box.

If a nun exposes herself to the rain, death is the only fate awaiting her.

Tianxianglou is the best inn in the city.

The shopkeeper watched the clock pendulum point to midnight and was about to turn off the lights.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

"Open the door!"

A chill ran up from his tailbone, and the shopkeeper, Qi Xuhua, felt as if he had encountered a ghost.

But shouldn't ghosts all be in the underworld?

The knocking grew more urgent. "Open the door!"

The rain was still falling, and the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder.

I must be overworking myself and hallucinating!

If a cultivator were to enter the shop to take shelter from the rain, they must have been injured; how could they possibly sound so loud?

Qi Xuhua's reluctance to open the door angered the cultivator outside.

With a loud shout, the door was smashed open!

There were eight cultivators outside the door, six women and two men, who were wearing special raincoats to keep out the rain.

As the manager of Tianxianglou, Qi Xuhua is a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and is considered a mid-level fighter in the cultivation world.

But her intuition told her that any one of these eight cultivators was stronger than her.

Wow! It looks like Tianxianglou is going to be lively these next few days!

"Innkeeper, we need lodging."

Qi Xuhua smiled slightly, "How long would you gentlemen like to stay? How many people would you like to share a room? Would you prefer a standard room or a suite?"

A wild-looking man spoke up, "Stay until the rain stops, single room only."

Although it was he who made the request, Qi Xuhua noticed that he glanced at the old woman among the six women before speaking.

It seems that the old woman's words carry weight.

Qi Xuhua secretly observed the six cultivators and instructed several waiters to prepare hot water, serve food, and guide them.

She quietly repaired the gate, and just as Qi Xuhua was closing it, a boy slipped inside.

The young man was dressed in a light green silk robe with a necklace around his neck. He was extremely handsome, yet still had a touch of childishness. It was clear at a glance that he was a spoiled young master from a wealthy family.

The old woman, who had been led to the third floor by the waiter, suddenly turned around and glanced at the boy.

Qi Xuhua thought to himself that these two groups of cultivators must know each other.

Sure enough, the old woman spoke up, "Ye Qingzhou, it's been a long time."

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Qi Xuhua could even vaguely sense that many powerful figures inside the building were looking over.

Ye Qingzhou's name is quite well-known in the cultivation world these days.

He was given several turns to enter the Yuya Secret Realm, became a disciple of the Underworld Lord, and was also favored by the Demon Lord. At the beginning of this year, he became the youngest number one diviner in history.

Such a talented young man would be sought after by countless cultivators, and it remains a mystery why she would suddenly visit Huicheng.

Qi Xuhua respectfully welcomed Ye Qingzhou inside and arranged a luxurious private room for her.

Ye Qingzhou took a deep look at the old woman. After decades of separation, the Jade Envoy had progressed from the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm to the middle stage, and she chose this time to return to the city. He wondered if her goals were the same as his.

Unexpectedly, Xiyu walked exceptionally slowly, as if she were waiting for her on purpose.

As they brushed past each other, Xiyu said, "You haven't forgotten me, have you?"

Ye Qingzhou naturally remembered, but he didn't understand why the other party insisted on revealing their identity through him.

While the Four Holy Envoys of the Wind and Rain Pavilion are renowned, they have countless enemies. Revealing their identities now would certainly do more harm than good.

Ye Qingzhou couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he smiled and said, "I don't remember very clearly, old man."

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's usual conciliatory approach, Xiyu smiled.

He was initially worried that Ye Qingzhou, having just become the world's number one fortune teller, would be too proud and might easily turn against him.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, it was clear that this little girl was still slippery. As long as he didn't look for her, she wouldn't disturb his good time for no reason. This was truly reassuring good news.

Xiyu naturally had important business to attend to on this trip, and she needed to determine her friend or foe before taking any action.

Once in the room, Xiyu asked the woman who had been supporting her, "Xiaoman, have you contacted Bailu?"

Xiaoman said with difficulty, "I managed to get in touch with her, but something happened to her..."

"explain."

"Reporting to the Holy Envoy, Bai Lu has been crippled and now has no spiritual power whatsoever, no different from an ordinary person."

Xiyu was shocked. "How could this be?"

Xiaoman smiled bitterly, "Bailu only ended up like this because of the grand plan for the Wind and Rain Pavilion."

Fifty years ago, in order to infiltrate the city, Fengyulou sent Bailu, the most skilled assassin among the Twenty-Four Solar Terms assassins, who was adept at disguise and psychological manipulation.

Bai Lu was undoubtedly an exceptionally skilled spy. She cultivated the Dao of Harmony and used love as bait to uncover countless secrets.

But she herself was ultimately trapped by love, and became bogged down in her own web of problems.

Inside the luxurious private room, Ye Qingzhou and the innkeeper dined together.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Sister Qi. This is my own homemade Sanhuang honey. Please don't find it unpalatable."

Qi Xuhua took a sip of the fruit wine; it was sweet, refreshing, and full of vitality—a truly exceptional wine.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou smiling again, Qi Xuhua couldn't help but relax.

The most important thing for them in doing business is to know how to invest. Since a prodigy like Ye Qingzhou actually had the opportunity to praise her, Qi Xuhua naturally wouldn't let it go.

One person was eager to make friends, and the other was keen to connect them; the meal was a pleasure for both host and guests.

After a few rounds of drinks, Ye Qingzhou's face also showed a hint of drunkenness. "Sister Qi, I'm new here and don't know the taboos about returning to the city. Please don't hide anything from me."

Qi Xuhua laughed and said, "We Huicheng people are generous and hospitable, and we don't have any taboos, but we don't like to entertain guests on rainy days."

You know, torrential rain can claim the lives of cultivators. If the fellow cultivators you're hosting have malicious intentions, you could easily lose your life.

Ye Qingzhou glanced at the heavy rain outside the window. If any fellow cultivators were injured and driven out by those who had usurped their positions, they would likely perish very soon.

So she nodded and casually said, "Is there anything interesting or exciting happening in the city lately? I love watching the excitement."

Qi Xuhua chuckled upon hearing this; Ye Qingzhou really was just like the rumors suggested, still enjoying the gossip.

Qi Xuhua cleared his throat and said, "You've come at the right time. Indeed, a major event happened a month ago."

"Oh? Sister Qi, tell me quickly."

"The whole scheme of 'switching the prince for a cat' has been exposed."

This good show is taking place right here in the city lord's mansion.

Ye Qingzhou remembered that the city lord who returned to the city was surnamed Xie, and was the only daughter of the previous city lord. He heard that she had never been married, so how could the incident of the "switcheroo" happen?

Seemingly noticing Ye Qingzhou's confusion, Qi Xuhua explained, "This matter has little to do with City Lord Xie, but rather with her seventh cousin."