Chapter 13: Day 13

“Haa!”

Somewhere in the majestic mountain range that traversed the continent.

In the darkness that was formed by the gathering of the night that had descended on the continent, a girl popped out and rolled on the ground.

“Where is this…?”

After rolling on the ground for a long time and breathing heavily, the girl finally pulled herself together and stood up.

However, no matter how much she looked around, the girl didn’t know where she was.

No, it was natural that she didn’t know where she was.

From the moment she opened her eyes, the girl had been in a hell full of tombstones, corpses, and worms that ate the corpses for three years.
She called it solitude.

When she barely escaped from solitude, she was kidnapped by some damn wild beast.

She was saved by Uncle Baek and was able to enter the White Snake Gate.

But even that, she wasted four years trying to find her talent and somehow accumulate magical power.

In the first place, the only information the girl had about this world was the basic knowledge she had accumulated while reading ‘xianxia genre web novels’ and the books she had briefly read in the White Snake Gate’s library.

At least.

“I know it’s the central part of the continent.”

Through the darkness as a passage, from the White Snake Gate.

No, more precisely, while escaping from the death in the form of a snake disguised as a human.

Through the scenery she saw in that darkness, the girl only knew that she had fallen somewhere in the majestic mountain range that traversed the center of the continent.

Grumble.

She had pulled herself together.

She had calmed her mind.

Perhaps it was because she had regained some composure.

Or perhaps it was because the tension had been released as she escaped from the extreme situation of being targeted by death.

Her stomach growled loudly.

Come to think of it, after finding her ‘talent’ and accumulating ‘magical power’, she hadn’t eaten anything until now.

The body of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator was strong enough to not have any problems even if it didn’t eat anything for a while, but even so, hunger was hunger.

Especially since the girl was extremely afraid of ‘hunger’ due to her terrible life in solitude.

She had to hunt and eat a beast.

It was the moment when the girl, who had made that decision, was about to raise her magical power.

“Huh…?”

A sound of bewilderment escaped from the girl’s mouth.

The magical power.

The magical power that had filled her danjeon until now was not felt.

The mighty and vast magical power that had even allowed her to kill a Golden Core stage cultivator.
No, not magical power, but Demonic Qi, not even a speck of it could be felt.

All that could be felt was a danjeon as dry as a parched desert.

Just why?

Where did that mighty and vast Demonic Qi disappear to?

“F*ck.”

The sudden disappearance of the Demonic Qi.

The girl, who had been agonizing over that sudden phenomenon, finally muttered a low curse.

She knew it.

She knew why not even a speck of Demonic Qi could be felt.

The deal with the whisper.

That was the problem.

Although she was able to escape from death through the deal, the girl lost all of that mighty and vast Demonic Qi as a price.

It wasn’t simply consumed.

It was literally ‘lost’.

The only fortunate thing was that her realm hadn’t fallen.

There were no problems with her body.

In other words, she could accumulate Demonic Qi again from now on, but how much time would it take to regain that mighty and vast Demonic Qi that she had felt in the White Snake Gate?

No, more than that.

“They didn’t say they would take the Demonic Qi too.”

The girl gritted her teeth roughly and muttered.

At the same time, fear came over her.

What was the reason why the girl accepted the deal and willingly left the heaven called the White Snake Gate, even though she was escaping from death?

It was not just to save her life.

In addition to that, she had calculated that if she had the Demonic Qi accumulated in her danjeon.
If she used that Demonic Qi as a basis and used the numerous cultivation methods accumulated in her head, she could survive to some extent even in the hell outside of the heaven called the White Snake Gate.

But the Demonic Qi that she thought she could survive with had disappeared.

If she were to meet the disciples of other sects in this state.

No, it didn’t even have to go that far.

Even a wandering cultivator was an infinitely dangerous opponent for the current girl.

The girl’s actions gradually became urgent.

Right now, she didn’t have time to be distracted by hunger.

Souls.

She needed human souls.

Even if it wasn’t the soul of a cultivator, she needed the soul of an ordinary person.

She had to devour souls and use them as nourishment to accumulate Demonic Qi once again.

She knew how to accumulate Demonic Qi.

The White Snake Gate’s library.

The Demonic Art obtained from that sealed basement, the Ninefold Nether Body Explosion Art.

With that, she could accumulate Demonic Qi once again.

The moment she thought of that, the girl unknowingly licked her lips as if it were a pity.

Come to think of it.

‘Uncle Baek’s soul was still there.’

What was it that was so resentful?

Uncle Baek’s soul was clearly lingering around that corpse.

Although he was staring at her with hollow eye sockets, shedding tears of blood, as if it were resentful, resentful, and resentful.

That was definitely Uncle Baek’s soul.

Although he was jealous and envious of her talent, and even tried to kill her, so she had no choice but to kill him.

But.
But still!

If she had taken Uncle Baek’s soul, it would have been a great help in a situation like this.

‘Come to think of it, it’s really a pity.
No, I mean.’

The girl corrected her way of speaking as she muttered to herself.

Had it been seven years since she had lived as a girl?

Or was it because madness had once permeated her bone marrow?

Sometimes her way of speaking went back and forth.

It wasn’t a big problem, so she didn’t pay much attention to it, but maybe she should take some time to adjust her way of speaking.

No, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to just live with her changed way of speaking.

After all, her way of speaking was so trivial that it could be ignored.

With those thoughts, the girl wandered through the mountains for some time.

Even without Demonic Qi, her body was that of a Demonic Cultivator who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

No matter how hungry she was.
And no matter how rough the mountains were, they couldn’t stop the girl’s steps.

She kicked off tree branches and jumped between trees.

Sometimes she ran on the ground where broken branches, fallen leaves, and small pieces of stone were scattered.

So, how long had the girl been wandering through the mountains?

The girl’s ears caught the sharp sound of metal ringing not far away.

At the same time.

Sniff sniff!

The girl’s nose smelled the fishy and somewhat sweet smell of blood.

‘It’s people!’

This was definitely proof that people were fighting with each other.

The girl, who was about to run to the place where the fight was taking place, hesitated.

It was good that she had found people.

The problem was.

‘Are they wild beasts, cultivators, or ordinary people?’

Who were those people who were fighting and bleeding?

The best case was, of course, a fight between ordinary people.

The next best was a fight between wild beasts.

The worst was a fight between a wild beast and an ordinary person.
A wild beast and a cultivator.
And a fight between cultivators.

One best case, one next best case.

And three worst cases.

Should she go?
Or should she just turn a blind eye and run away?

Rationally, it was right to turn a blind eye and run away.

If she was lucky, she might be able to find a small village of ordinary people or bandits made up of ordinary people.

What should she do?

The girl was worried.

She pondered, pondered, and pondered again.

Thoughts followed one after another in an endless feast of thought.

How long had it been?

“Let’s just go back.”

The girl made a decision.

She would give up on that.

She couldn’t rule out the possibility that it was a fight between ordinary people, but the risk was too great.

If she made a mistake and really met other cultivators.

Not even half-baked wild beasts, but proper cultivators, she was as good as dead.

In this world, the most important thing to consider was, of course, her own life.

‘There’s no need to be ashamed.’

Yes.
There was no need to be ashamed.

In the first place, this was the right answer.

No, everything else but this was just the wrong answer.

What were cultivators?

They were those who dreamed of immortality and continued their training to become immortals.

Although she was a Demonic Cultivator who dreamed of immortality through Demonic Arts, that didn’t mean she wasn’t a cultivator.

And, therefore, cultivators valued their own lives very much.

She wasn’t like the protagonists in novels who had infinite regression that turned back time when they died.

She didn’t have a status window or outstanding Dharma treasures.

So.

‘This is right.’

The girl repeated those words to herself and turned back the way she had come.

Like this.

‘Let’s look for bandits.’

Or a village formed by slash-and-burn farmers.

Anyway, let’s avoid wild beasts and cultivators as much as possible.

Let’s look for ordinary people.

Kyak yak yak!

Kill them all!

Kill the men!
Rape the women!

Kyak yak yak yak!

A small village.

A very small village where only about 50 people lived was struck by disaster.

They were living deep in the mountains, avoiding people’s eyes, but unfortunately, they were spotted by bandits passing by.

Dozens of bandits wielding huge swords and axes.

Each time the bandits swung the weapons in their hands, at least two or three, at most three or four villagers lost their lives in a brutal manner.

So, as the dozens of bandits were having a blood festival with the innocent villagers.

“Hmm.”

Someone was watching that scene.

A young man who looked like a fragile scholar, out of place with the rampaging bandits, smiled strangely as he looked somewhere.

This.

“I can collect a useful material.”

Chareuk.

The young man, who was smiling strangely, spread the folding fan in his hand and whispered, covering that, which had now turned into a ‘bizarre smile’.