Over the years, Bai Zhi’er has fully utilized the resources of her uncle and brothers.
Her little uncle Xu Lianzhou holds the position as the Jianghu Alliance Leader, representing the second Tower Master of Kunshan Building.
His influence spreads throughout Great Chu, responsible for helping Bai Zhi’er accept commissions.
The Eldest Heir, Bai Xuanmo, assists by providing refined elixirs for Bai Zhi’er and her companions to use on the road.
Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu is responsible for training a group of Death Soldiers, solely devoted to serving Bai Zhi’er.
Fourth Son Bai Daoyan is in charge of funding, with limitless resources available at her disposal.
The jewelry stores run by Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing are spread across the world, following his sister’s footsteps. Wherever she goes, he opens a store.
When Bai Zhi’er is out and about, she never needs to shop for clothes and jewelry elsewhere.
Fifth Brother will take care of it for her.
As for the Sixth Prince Bai Xingye.
It’s said that he follows the Third Young Master every day, diligently practicing martial arts, hoping to beco one of Bai Zhi’er’s Death Soldiers.
But since Bai Zhi’er disagrees, the siblings are still in a cold war.
No one is surprised by Bai Zhi’er’s work in exorcising evil and performing rites.
Because Xu Lianzhou, including her brothers, all rember Bai Zhi’er’s mother Jing Jia, as an expert in Xuanxue.
They have always believed that Bai Zhi’er inherited her mother’s mantle.
Only her old father Bai Xilie still thinks his daughter is playful, frequently leaving the Capital, taking Feng Fuce for a journey.
Bai Zhi’er doesn’t want him to know what she’s doing, nor has she told him about her mother being in a coma.
To spare Bai Xilie from worry or grief.
She intends to bear everything herself.
Feng Fuce listened to her words, raising an eyebrow with interest.
He gazed steadily at the young girl for a while.
Suddenly asked—
"Have you ever thought about giving up the position of the Heavenly Dao? Because even if soone else becos the Heavenly Dao, you could join forces with , and I would lead the Demon World to attack the Heavenly Court. By then, the position would still be yours."
Bai Zhi’er widened her clear eyes: "Wouldn’t that an I beca the Heavenly Dao by relying on you?"
Feng Fuce’s thin lips curved in a smile, but his gaze was dark and cold: "Is relying on so bad?"
Bai Zhi’er first nodded with a cheerful smile: "It’s good, but—"
She changed her tone, waving her finger: "I refuse."
Feng Fuce snorted coldly.
Secretly cursing the ungrateful Little Demon Pet in his heart.
At this mont, ominous winds approached.
Bai Zhi’er, accustod to it, lifted the carriage curtain.
It was the evil entities from the Demon World, chasing the carriage.
Bai Zhi’er had gotten to know them, understanding that they served as ssengers within the Demon World.
"What’s going on?" Feng Fuce pulled Bai Zhi’er to his side.
He didn’t want her to be tainted with too much Demonic Qi.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, watching the two red and black masses, muttering sothing.
Feng Fuce’s expression remained unchanged: "Understood, you can withdraw."
The Demons vanished without a trace.
"What did they say?"
"They said the woman in Pingjin City, who has gone mad with possession, is no ordinary person. Any demon that gets close is killed by so force, so we have to be careful this ti."
Bai Zhi’er nodded slightly.
Over the years, Feng Fuce has truly lived up to his promise.
Now, those Demons that erge from the Demon World have beco their little scouts and ssengers.
Bai Zhi’er is generous, enlisting hell to work for her.
She often receives many packets of Evil Ghost at Dried from Black and White Impermanence.
These are the favorite treats of Demons, which Bai Zhi’er consistently supplies, making them eager to be close to her.
However, Feng Fuce keeps a close eye, not allowing Bai Zhi’er to speak with them often.
The night was deep, and the carriage traveled along the wide official road, seemingly chasing the moon.
On his slender fingers, Feng Fuce wore a White Jade Ring.
He reached out, gently placed his hand on Bai Zhi’er’s neck, then patted his own knee.
The aning was clear: it was ti for her to lay down and sleep.
During these days on the road, this is how they had been getting by.
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