The cannon fodder of fast wear, she chooses to farm

The mottled morning sun shone on a quiet forest, and the white mist formed by the temperature difference between day and night was dispelled a lot.

"Chi chi chi——"

A few birds were originally perched quietly among the trees. When they heard a series of footsteps coming from the entrance of the forest, they suddenly flew up high.

"It's quite quiet here, and there are no signs of humans or animals passing through. Let's sit down and rest for a while before making plans."

The leader was a serious-looking woman in her thirties. Behind her were both men and women, but they were all very young, estimated to be around twenty years old.

But for a monk, it is difficult to tell his true age from his appearance. A monk with high cultivation level can still look like a young girl even after being hundreds of years old.

These people looked tired and had messy hair; some of them had red and swollen faces; their clothes were not only wrinkled but also stained with dirt; the uppers of their shoes were also covered with grass clippings and mud, making them look very disheveled.

But looking at their uniforms, it was obvious which big sect they came from. Small sects couldn't afford to provide disciples with uniforms made of such materials.

"Second Senior Sister is right. We really need to rest and practice on the spot to replenish our spiritual power as soon as possible. If we run into those people again..."

"I wonder if the eldest brother received our distress signal." The youngest female cultivator cried.

"Fifth Junior Sister, don't cry. Senior Senior Brother will come to save us."

As they were talking, several people found a big tree, sat down cross-legged around the trunk to rest. Some of them were seriously injured, and as soon as they sat down, they closed their eyes to repair their damaged internal organs; some were also repairing, but their faces were full of worry.

The oldest male cultivator sighed and said, "Fifth Junior Sister's worries are not entirely unfounded. Those people were ruthless and were obviously demonic cultivators. Now our cultivation has been damaged and all the useful things on us have been robbed. If Senior Brother doesn't know our current situation, we really need to think carefully about what to do next."

"What else can I do? My life-saving magic weapon has been taken away, as well as the spiritual stones and spiritual plants I have saved for many years. Even if I can return to the sect alive, I will have to start from scratch. How unlucky!"

"Doesn't Junior Sister have some friendship with the young master of the Demon Realm? Why don't we ask Junior Sister to come forward and find our lost storage bag?"

Someone mentioned this, and everyone turned their eyes to Shu Qingyan at the end of the team.

Shu Qingyan rolled her eyes in her heart. She didn't have any friendship with the young master of the demon world. He did save her, but that was on someone's behalf, and that was when she was unconscious. They had no contact after that. She didn't even know what he looked like. She only knew that he was adopted by Sunset Valley since he was a child. It was rumored that he had opened his Ren and Du meridians when he was still in his infancy, and that he was a rare genius that only appears once in a thousand years. Some also said that he was a congenital cultivator and learned things very quickly. Unfortunately, the blood of the Demon Lord flowed in his body. No matter how powerful he was, he would definitely be expelled from the world of cultivation.

How could she possibly have anything to do with someone like this?

But I don’t want to explain.

Because there was a voice in her heart telling her: having an identity that is friendly with the young master of the demon world will be more beneficial than harmful to her future travels in the continent of cultivation.

The monks didn't dare to offend her, and those evil cultivators probably didn't dare to provoke her easily.

Just like the disaster they had just experienced, all the senior brothers and sisters were injured to varying degrees, but she was the only one who had her storage bag stolen.

Fortunately, she still had a storage ring that her master had given her as a gift. Because the ring band was wide, she threaded it with a red string and wore it around her neck as ordinary jewelry.

All the valuable things are in the storage ring, and the storage bag contains the tasks to be handed over to the master. If they are lost, they are lost.

So, she forced out a shy smile and said, "I'm not very familiar with... the young master of the demon world, so he may not help us."

"It's okay, it's okay. Just do your best. How much you can get back depends entirely on God's will."

Afterwards, everyone stopped talking and sat cross-legged in meditation, some repairing their work and some practicing.

Little did they know that this conversation had been heard by two people.

The tree where these people were sitting and meditating was about 20 to 30 meters tall, with its canopy reaching into the clouds and its branches more than 10 meters off the ground. Xu Yin sat on the two-square-meter platform of the tree house, swinging her legs comfortably, eating breakfast while basking in the sun.

She and her senior brother returned here half a year ago, and usually they are busy with their own things.

Feng Yi didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Demon Realm before, but after he came back this time, I don't know if he had thought it through or had other plans. Anyway, he went to find the Demon Lord as soon as he came back. The father and son had a long talk all night. After that, he took over the Demon Realm with great vigor and became the new Lord of the Demon Realm. All demon cultivators had to obey his orders. But this news has not been officially announced yet, only a small range of rumors, so the cultivation world naturally doesn't know about it yet.

After Xu Yin woke up, she naturally followed her master back to Sunset Valley.

But she was not idle. After returning to Sunset Valley, she practiced hard.

Anyway, her black jade pendant was filled with top-grade spirit stones and spirit plants, as well as various kinds of elixirs. If she didn't have enough, she could just refine them herself. She didn't need to go out on missions to exchange for her master's resources.

She wanted to break through the cultivation as quickly as possible. Her short-term goal was to form a Nascent Soul and become the strongest Nascent Soul cultivator among the younger generation. Her long-term goal was to become the strongest in the entire orthodox cultivation world. Only in this way could she have absolute say when her senior brother got into trouble in the future.

The two of them are together less often than they are apart, but they still make time for a few days every month to get together.

Xu Yin didn't want to be seen by others and have rumors spread that would cause trouble for her and her senior brother, so she found an uninhabited forest and built a tree house.

Most cultivators like quiet caves, but Xu Yin dislikes the dark caves where there is no sunlight, and prefers a tree house that can bathe in the light of the sun and moon.

This tree is thick and strong, and its branches have strong load-bearing capacity. Since we are going to build a luxurious tree house, we will build one with a door, windows, a spiral staircase, and a small platform for sunbathing.

Feng Yi set up a hidden formation around the tree house. His strength was stronger than hers, and his formation was particularly outstanding. Few people in the cultivation world could break his formation, and those who could break it had all ascended to heaven.

Even if someone passes by the tree or flies over it, they cannot see that there is an exquisite tree house here.

Look, you can lie on the platform of the wooden house to bask in the sun and listen to the gossip of the monks passing by.

"When did you have a deep connection with the disciples of Lingxu Sect?"

Xu Yin looked back at the man who was frying bird eggs for her.

The first time I saw these people, I recognized their identities—the disciples of my old friends, the Lingxu Sect!
Having lived in Lingxu Sect with his primordial spirit for many decades, he should not be too familiar with the disciple uniforms worn by these people.

Feng Yi put the fried bird eggs on a white porcelain plate, dripped a few drops of organic fresh soy sauce, and served her a bowl of thick millet and pumpkin porridge, which he placed on the dining table beside her. When his hands were free, he tapped her forehead lightly: "What are you thinking about! How can I have anything to do with those old antique sects? The only time I helped was because of you."

At this point, he narrowed his sharp eyes and said, "I didn't expect that they would dare to arrange it like this... It seems that I have been away for too long and have been busy rectifying the demon world recently, which has made these people mistakenly think that I am too gentle."

"..." (End of this chapter)