That old Taoist had no idea what Ye Qingxue saw, and if he did, he would be even more surprised to see that Ye Qingxue's expression didn't change at all when she left.

  Ye Qingxue returned to Xiu Chun Wan, and the big red shrimp had already come back. He and the shell both came to the River God Temple, seeing Ye Qingxue standing quietly in front of the statue with a serene back view. The big red shrimp casually opened his mouth to speak, fearing that he would disturb her.

  "You two stay here and guard the River God Temple, let people worship the River God once." Ye Qingxue said, turning her head to look at Beshell and Dalian.

  The big red shrimp nodded its large shrimp head in a hurry, just wanting to speak, when Ye Qingxue said: "If there are any other ghosts or monsters that want to take advantage of the situation and seize the divine position, destroy the temple, you can stop them. If you can't stop them, then tell them I'll kill them when I come back."

  The voice was calm and emotionless, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. However, the big red shrimp felt a murderous aura that made his heart skip a beat. After Ye Qingxue finished speaking, she stepped into the void, her figure flashing silently, disappearing without a trace. Only the big red shrimp's shell, covered in moss, remained standing there in the River God Temple, staring at the River God statue whose body was slightly cracked.

  Night falls, starlight is bewildering.

  A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, if someone stood on the mountain top to look at the sky, they would see a white line stretching from east to west, cutting through the starry sky. In an instant, it disappeared again, like a meteor falling to the ground.

  Jiuhua has many people, Heimiao has many demons, this is recognized by heaven and earth.

  A small snake of flowers in the morning starry sky, swallowing and spitting out the power of stars and moonlight. It had just formed its inner elixir and was coiled on a green stone above its cave. Naturally, it gazed at the six paths with its eyes and listened to the eight directions with its ears. If its divine thought could sense the two realms of yin and yang, it would not be idle.

  A silver light suddenly appeared in its eyes, crossing the horizon. It thought to itself, "Which great immortal is passing by this time?" and naturally began to fantasize: "Is it the leader of Jiuding Mountain, or the master of Douchen Temple, or perhaps the leader of Guanxing Spirit Sect? If only a magical treasure would fall down, that would be great."

  But as soon as the thought arose in his mind, the light enveloped him. He was greatly shocked and shouted in his heart: "Heavenly calamity! Heavenly Emperor! I have just formed my inner elixir!" As soon as the thought was born, his body had already shot into the cave under the stone like a sharp arrow.

  "Bang..." The green stone shattered, sending up a cloud of dust and dirt.

  The snake lay motionless on the ground, without a single wound visible on its body, yet it seemed as if it had already died.

  "Don't pretend anymore, I won't take your inner elixir, just ask you a few questions."

  A faint, cold voice echoed in Huashe's ear, and she secretly opened her eyes to see a woman in white standing on top of a protruding boulder over ten meters away, quietly gazing at her. The night wind blew against the white clothes, adding an air of serenity.

  "There's not an ounce of killing intent!" This was Huā Shé's first impression upon looking at this woman.

  He hastily scrambled up, with his snake head touching the ground, and kowtowed to the woman.

  "The woman asked, 'I'm asking you, have you ever seen a great war of cultivators here?'"

  The flower snake hastily shook its head and said: "This mountain is quiet, there has been no major war in these years."

  The woman in white didn't ask anything else, raised her head and looked at the sky with a slight frown.

  "Perhaps, Jinshan Pig King should know." The words of the flower snake fell, and even she herself felt a little surprised, as this sentence was not something she would normally say. The woman in white was also surprised, asking: "Which mountain is Jinshan, and who is Pig King?"

  The flower snake turned its head and pointed to a mountain in the distant night fog, saying: "That's Jinshan. In the middle of Jinshan, you'll see a valley with a pungent smell, that's where Pig Great King's lair is located. He usually doesn't stay inside the cave, but sleeps in the swamp in front of it. As long as you see a giant pig covered all over with mud, that's Pig Great King."

  The woman in white listened to the flower snake's description and smiled slightly, saying: "My name is Ye Qingxue. If one day you feel that your cultivation is difficult to make progress, and there is nowhere to ask for guidance, come find me at Qianluo Mountain in Jiuhua State."

  The sound of Ye Qingxue's voice echoed in Huashan'er's ears, but it was as elusive as the clouds and mist on a distant mountain. Her eyes and mind were filled with Ye Qingxue's gentle smile.

  "Guanyin Bodhisattva... is going to die, saw Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

  After Ye Qingxue had walked for a long time, the flower snake was still staring blankly at the place where Ye Qingxue had stood, with an image of Ye Qingxue standing quietly on the mountain rocks, her white clothes fluttering in the wind.

  It gave Ye Qingxue the idea of Guanyin, but Jinshan Pig King thought he was going to die. The black armor that was immune to swords and guns had been shattered by a sudden bolt of lightning.

  The black mud that had been wrapped around his body for a hundred years was shattered, and Zhu Bajie was like a girl who had been stripped of her clothes, running wildly in the valley, wanting to rush back to his cave, but as soon as he approached the cave where he had lived for over 50 years, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, causing his whole body to go numb and his limbs to convulse.

  But after falling to the ground and convulsing for a while, the first thing he did was try to escape. Since he couldn't enter the cave, he ran towards the outside of the valley. However, after running just a few steps, he was struck down again by another bolt of lightning. He rolled around on the ground like a headless fly for a while before finally sitting down in the mud with his head exposed, looking up at the sky.

  This was indeed seen by him, on the top of a large mountain next to the valley, on a branch that protruded from the outside of the mountain, a woman in white stood there quietly. Before he could carefully ponder, she had already spoken: "Have you recently seen any monks fighting?"

  The big king's eyeballs were rolling around, thinking about the origin of this woman.

  "Bang......" A bolt of lightning struck, and Zhu Bajie's body was smoking, falling into the mud with his four limbs twitching and trembling. He let out a series of painful hums from his mouth, wanting to speak, but his voice was beyond his control and he couldn't shout it out.

  "Have you seen any monks fighting around here recently?"

  Still this sentence, a clear and cold voice, just like a cold spring, although clear, but always with a hint of coolness.

  The Great King Pig thought of playing dead on the ground, but felt it was not suitable, so he quickly sat up and looked at the white-clothed woman standing on the branch swaying in the wind. The woman stretched out her hand and pointed, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, and the Great King Pig hastily inserted his head into the mud, shouting "Immortal maiden spare my life..."

  "Bang......" The lightning illuminated the valley, striking Pig King's body, knocking him out of the mud pit and lying on the mountain rocks, his whole body convulsing.

  The woman in white stood on the branch of the tree, like a white crane, quietly waiting.

  When Zhu Dabao came to, he was frightened in his heart and hastily said: "About a month ago, I indeed saw a group of Taoist priests fighting with each other."

  "They went which way?" the woman in white asked.

  The Pig King's eyes rolled around and he said loudly: "To the east."

  The woman in white on the treetop didn't move, just quietly watching him. Zhu Bajie's heart grew hairy, and he hastily changed his words: "He went south."

  "Is it easy to achieve today's cultivation after more than a hundred years of hard work?" The woman standing on the branch, light as a white crane, suddenly asked strangely.

  The pig king shook his head with conditioned reflexes.

  "You will die." The white-clothed woman's voice was calm, but the words she spoke made Zhu Bajie feel a chill run down his spine, his entire body feeling transparent and icy cold, with every single pore on his skin feeling frozen.

  He hastily added, "I didn't see the monks fighting, but I saw a flash of light crossing the sky from east to west, chasing and fleeing in the southeastern direction." Before he finished speaking, the woman in white had already flown up into the air, soaring straight up to the ninth heaven, as if she wanted to pluck the stars and climb the moon.

  The Great Pig King watched as the woman in white left, but muttered to himself: "Where did this killer come from, bullying old honest pigs like me?"

  He naturally didn't know that it was a flower snake from the other side of the mountain that had brought him trouble. Although Ye Qingxue saw some scenes and was pointed in the direction by the smoke, she still didn't know the specific location, so she just headed west, but with the vastness of the world, she naturally asked along the way.

  She asked many mountain spirits, but none of them had seen anything. This time, she finally got some information from the wild boar spirit, although it was already a long time ago, at least there was something to follow now. She continued on her journey, asking as she went, wandering in her white clothes through the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

  Traversing countless mountain ranges and passing through major cities. She had been chasing Chen Jing's escape route, from initially always walking in the wrong direction to later hearing rumors about demon-slaying that spread among people, Ye Qingxue knew she was getting close.

  No one noticed that Ye Qingxue was looking for Chen Jing, because Ye Qingxue asked all the mountain demons, and even if she encountered some immortal sect disciples to inquire about it, they would not associate her with Chen Jing, but only thought she was going to slay demons.

  "This demon head is really formidable, I heard it has already killed many Xianmen disciples."

  "Yes, and I don't know where this demon came from?"

  "I heard it's a creature from the underworld, indestructible and immortal. Its limbs have all fallen off, leaving only bones, but it's still alive and well."

  This was what Ye Qingxue heard in a city, and on this road, she would enter the city whenever she encountered one. The convention that immortals do not enter the mortal realm seemed to be non-existent for her, and she had always been fine, as for the difference between inside and outside the city, probably only she herself knew.

  Ye Qingxue sat in the teahouse, as if sitting in a mountain, quiet and refreshing. Incompatible with this noisy world.

  Many people noticed Ye Qingxue, but they were intimidated by the unique aura around her and didn't dare to get close, especially those self-proclaimed elegant young masters who never thought that one day they would see a woman and not dare to approach her, as if they were afraid of something deep down.

  They didn't dare to come in, but a woman sat down in front of Ye Qingxue. She was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, wearing a cloth scarf on her head and carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. Although everything looked ordinary, after taking a closer look, she seemed to have a calmness that other city women didn't possess.

  She smiled, her eyes calm, and showed no signs of nervousness in front of the noble people in the building. In their eyes, the middle-aged woman poured a cup of tea for Ye Qingxue with extremely natural movements, which made them think that this woman must be used to doing such things at home.

  However, in Ye Qingxue's eyes, it was completely different. The woman in front of her, dressed in a feminine attire, felt a surge of warm and harmonious energy as she walked up the stairs. She thought that every move, every step she took seemed to be perfectly natural.

  From the moment she entered Ye Qingxue's line of sight to sitting down and pouring tea, everything was as smooth as a well-practiced move.