The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

She had no idea that any other pastry shop in Changcheng Prefecture could compare to her family's, as her family had made their fortune solely through this.

But since this person said so, there's no need for me to refute them. These two are my saviors.

"Thank you for your trouble." Bai Qian blinked her eyes with slight anticipation upon hearing this.

"Mmm." Pei Huan nodded, thinking to herself that the pastries in Changcheng Prefecture were better. If all else failed, she could ask around outside; there were always some available there.

She knew that the pastries made by the Fan family were indeed unique in Changcheng Mansion, but there were some things that she could not admit defeat on.

“There should still be some food ready in the kitchen. If you need it, I can take you there,” Fan Ling asked immediately.

The demons in the main hall have all been dealt with by this person, so the danger facing their family is naturally gone.

Although, it is estimated that there are not many people left in the family now. Those who remained were killed by demons, and the rest ran away.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qian thought about it very seriously.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head.

"We'll talk about it when we get back." After eating this plate of pastries, I wasn't full, but at least I wasn't too hungry.

Let's talk about it after we've resolved the current issues.

Fan Ling followed Bai Qian out of the hall, then looked back at the tragic scene that had unfolded there, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Fan Yong is gone, including those who went with the demons.

But those who were killed can never come back.

"Do you know what happened at our Changcheng Mansion?" Fan Ling was still in shock, her mind filled with what had happened in the main hall.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qian simply shook her head slightly, without attempting to explain, as she didn't know how to explain what was going on here.

"That's all for today," he replied casually.

Pei Huan and he walked out of the mansion.

Fan Ling followed behind. Go home? She really had no interest in it, since she would see the masterpieces of those demons as soon as she got back.

Feeling completely lost, he followed the two men out of the mansion.

Pei Huan held the umbrella for Bai Qian as before, feeling somewhat relieved.

After all, Bai Qian didn't pull her towards the wall like she had just done.

"Should we still go look for that kind of formation next?"

“There’s one place left.” Bai Qian nodded, watching the rainwater slide down the surface of the oil-paper umbrella beside her.

The moisture in the air grew thicker, mixed with an eerie atmosphere; the dampness was quite unsettling.

Because the two formations were destroyed, the demonic energy in the city has decreased significantly.

According to Lingxi, there were four formations in Changcheng Prefecture at this time. He had just destroyed two of them, and Lingxi had gone to one of them, so only the last one was left.

"Then... this last place?" Pei Huan looked up at the sky, where dark, thick clouds drifted across the horizon, with long, sharp flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across them.

"Where?" Bai Qian stretched out her finger and pointed ahead.

Pei Huan saw the place Bai Qian was pointing to; it was outside the city, or more precisely, on the other side of the city wall.

It's not far; it seems that Master Qian intends to walk there slowly.

A thunderous roar, like the sound of drums, rang in my ears, and a cold light instantly illuminated the entire street, the water curtain reflecting the lightning.

The three of them walked on lightning. Fan Ling walked cautiously, as she had followed along to ask some questions.

But seeing that Bai Qian didn't answer, he wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

The lightning in the sky seemed relentless, stretching across the heavens as if the sun were illuminating the city.

It's like walking in the midnight sun.

As I slowly walked onto the street, the lightning became increasingly dazzling.

The sounds of thunder and ground shaking mingled as the three approached the city wall. They saw several men dressed in plain clothes running towards them from the other side of the street. Even when they saw Bai Qian and the other two walking towards them, they only ran over in a panic.

Pei Huan looked at the group of people passing by, a hint of doubt on his face.

"What are they doing...?"

Bai Qian didn't answer. She stretched out her fair fingers and placed them outside the umbrella, letting them touch the cool rainwater.

Without Bai Qian needing to answer, Pei Huan already knew why.

The ground tremors became increasingly terrifying, shaking up water droplets that had fallen onto the ground.

At the end of the street ahead, a nearly three-meter-tall bull charged straight towards them, its momentum like thunder, running across the brightly lit street where it was almost impossible to see clearly.

Bai Qian continued walking towards the wild bull without stopping.

Lightning illuminated her profile as she looked at the raging bull charging towards her, ready to smash everything in its path, and reached out her hand.

Her slender hands remained unchanged, simply blocking the raging bull.

The bull stopped; its thunderous momentum abruptly ceased.

It stood frozen in place, then collapsed with a crash.

Fan Ling opened her mouth in surprise upon seeing this, while Pei Huan seemed unfazed, having grown accustomed to it.

The three stepped over the body of the wild bull.

"Something seems off," Pei Huan, who was standing nearby, realized.

But actually, she didn't need to say anything.

As the raging bull fell, one demon after another slowly emerged from the other side of the street.

They appeared out of nowhere, those pairs of oily green beast eyes staring in their direction.

Bai Qian counted them on her ten fingers, but she probably couldn't count their number.

This street is the only way out of the city, and also the only way to reach that city wall.

They stayed where they were, without saying a word.

He remained silent, yet looked at Bai Qian with a sense of impending doom.

The look in those beastly eyes was more one of fear than malice.

At this point, even if these demons were extremely secretive about their existence, they should have already learned of Bai Qian's existence.

In addition, there was the death of that wild bull.

No demons dared to come forward.

The lightning still illuminated the area as if it were the middle of the night.

The rain continued to fall, but the sound of the rain stopped.

In the world of rain, it seems there is only the sound of the white shoes of the girl in the white dress stepping into the water.

The wind blew in with raindrops, but the white dress remained dry, drifting gracefully by.

There is no doubt that even if the oil-paper umbrella were removed, her pure white attire would remain completely untouched.

The demons built a wall and blocked the middle of the street.

The soft sound of shoes stepping on water echoed through the quiet street.

Bai Qian stared at the group of demons opposite her.

But their minds weren't on them.

The cultivation of [Sword Qi Surge] is extremely difficult. Anyone who cultivates it needs to expend a great deal of effort. Even if one expends effort, it is all in vain if there is no spiritual light. But for you, time is not an issue, and spiritual light is merely a byproduct of a long period of time.

The footsteps that echoed through the street paused, and the group of demons stared at them as if facing a formidable enemy.

Bai Qian raised her hand slightly.

Ten years, a hundred years, two hundred years... you don't know how much time has passed, but as time accumulates, the pass that stood before you, as solid as a mountain, finally began to loosen.

The lightning in the sky suddenly stopped, and under the inky clouds, the world, which had been like the midnight sun, went dark.

Shadows darted about, and in the darkness, the only light emanating from the cold, sinister eyes of the demons was that of theirs.

It was like a den of demons.

[The sword energy keeps accumulating. There's nothing for you to refer to; you can only try, keep trying one wrong path after another. Although you haven't found the right path, your sword grows ever sharper and sharper.]

The footsteps that had stopped started again from the darkness, and the splashing sound of their feet in the water was particularly clear amidst the rain.

Raindrops fell in a continuous line from the sky, hitting the umbrella with a dull thud, and a thin veil of water fell from the umbrella surface.

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky.

The black curtain was suddenly pulled open, and daylight was ushered in.

Bright, dazzling light illuminated the girl's delicate, serene profile.

Water vapor is condensing.

She raised her fair chin, but did not look at the demons that appeared in the daylight.

Instead, they looked behind them, towards the city wall.

Looking beyond the city walls.

The last array I sensed suddenly shattered, but it didn't seem to have been destroyed by someone.

It's like it automatically shattered when its time came.

The formation shattered.

It was like a cage suddenly shattering, or like crystal cracking open, with liquid gushing out.

Water vapor bursts.

The river outside the city seemed to be boiling, bubbling and then leaping up.

If the water curtain mentioned earlier was merely a descriptive term, then at this moment, behind the city wall...

A curtain of water, reaching to the horizon, rose from the ground.

It was more like a tsunami than a water curtain.

A tsunami that, in its mere fall, was enough to submerge the entire Changcheng Prefecture.

Just looking at it evokes a sense of despair, a suffocating roar of waves.

Lightning illuminated half the world, but the shadow of the howling waves still shrouded most of the city.

Bai Qian gazed at the giant wave that seemed poised to shatter Changcheng Mansion.

You don't know how much time has passed, or even what methods you used. You only know that you practice and nurture your sword every day, repeating this process for countless years.

Your [Sword Qi Surge] has reached its peak.

A handful of slender fingers.

A crystal-clear water sword is held in my hand.

His dark eyes reflected the giant wave that resembled the sky.

With a light, graceful wave.

From that point on, the sky and the water were separated.

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I've been stuck on this chapter for a long time, and I'm only posting it now. I'm so sorry (bowing).

Volume 1: Chapter 204, At the Peak of Power

The colossal wave that blotted out the sky was sliced ​​open in one fell swoop, and the water splashed down in a continuous stream.

That enormous wave, so massive that just one glance could make you feel suffocated and hopeless, was so easily sliced ​​apart.

The water and sky merged into one line, with giant waves stretching from one end to the horizon, fully unfurled.

The torrential rain dispersed, falling in a flurry from the sky, like an island in the air crashing to the earth.

The lightning illuminated the crystal-clear raindrops, which refracted a magnificent light, like the aurora borealis or like waves surging in the sky.

Anyone who witnesses this scene will find it indescribable.