Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 3 also includes internal energy cultivation!

Li Sui ultimately did not leave.

It's all because of the Weaver Girl.

It's still unclear whether Li Ping is setting her up regarding her grandmother's matter, but Li Ping is indeed going to Fucheng.

She, who is usually very frugal, actually spent a lot of money to buy plane tickets this time.

Li Sui waited until the evidence was conclusive before going to see her grandmother, whom she hadn't seen for over twenty years.

Therefore, she instructed Li Ping, who had set off first, "If you really admit it, first have the Li family find a way to get Zhi Niang an ID card, since she is still an unregistered resident."

That's why she didn't dare to leave.

Li Ping's eyes turned strange: "Li Sui, have you become so bold as to traffic people now?"

"What do you mean by trafficking? I'll explain it to you when you get back!"

Li Ping did seem to be very concerned, but didn't ask any further questions.

They finally set off. Before leaving, they said, "I've left you some food in the fridge for a few days. You can manage it yourself."

So only Li Sui and Zhi Niang remained in the family.

Li Sui breathed a sigh of relief.

She hadn't quite figured out how to explain the Weaver Girl's origins to Li Ping, and that she would most likely stay behind.

She didn't know why the Weaver Girl had traveled through time, or when she could travel back.

Moreover, is there only one weaver?

Li Sui always feels a coldness in her neck.

Weaver Girl had heard the whole thing and it wasn't too difficult for her to understand in modern language. She just smiled and said, "The sect leader's mother is quite an interesting person."

Li Sui then got to the point: "Weaver Girl, what were you doing before you came?"

She remembered that the reason she had traveled back in time was because she had died.

Yes, it really is.

That era was chaotic, and legends of the martial arts world were rampant. Not only were demonic sects running rampant, but also various prestigious righteous sects were everywhere.

As the leader of the Demonic Sect, Li Sui was caught while looking for something. She was alone at the time and didn't know how her identity as the leader of the Demonic Sect was exposed.

Even though she claims to have led the demonic sect onto a new path, can the righteous sects believe her?!

In the midst of the struggle, she, the leader of the demonic sect, lost her footing and fell off the cliff before the righteous sects could even make a move.

Fortunately, I didn't experience the horror of being smashed to pieces; in short, when I opened my eyes, I was back.

Before she left, the Demonic Sect was thriving. Because of her 'coercion and enticement', the members of the Demonic Sect were 'forced' to protect a group of civilians who had fled due to the war. Under her leadership, everyone was moving towards a new future. It was just a pity that she left too soon.

After learning that he could return, Li Sui felt a little regretful.

If she had stayed longer, things might have been better for the Demonic Sect, because there are many things she mentioned that the Demonic Sect couldn't create.

Weaver Girl's eyes flickered, then she covered her mouth and smiled: "I was sleeping soundly in my bed, and when I opened my eyes I was here, and I even saw the Master. I must be very lucky."

"The era of the cult leader is quite interesting; it must be a destiny ordained by God."

Li Sui didn't say anything, nor did he ask if the Demonic Sect had received news of his death.

If the Weaver Girl also time-traveled after her death, then the people of the Demonic Sect must have been from the same time period as her. The Demonic Sect is doing quite well; the people there are now self-sufficient, the war is almost over, and as long as they are well, they can make a living.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly saw the Weaver Girl's sleeve fly up, and the red gauze sleeve rolled up the warm water he had just poured and brought it to the Weaver Girl.

The weaver took a tentative sniff, then drank the water.

Li Sui stared wide-eyed: "Weaver Girl, you still have your internal energy?" Weaver Girl replied in bewilderment: "Of course."

Li Sui: “…”

damned!
That world has internal martial arts!

Those members of the demonic sect and martial arts world, while not quite as exaggerated as overwhelming mountains and seas, or flying through the sky and disappearing into the earth, truly possessed a certain mystical quality!

With a little help, they can fly into the air and stay there for a moment.

But Li Sui, being a modern person, is unable to cultivate!
She thought it was because her world, to put it in a fantastical way, lacked spiritual energy, and since she was dressed as a ghost, she couldn't enjoy the benefits.

She was so envious of me back then.

The result is now.

Why does the Weaver Girl still possess internal strength?
Shouldn't this have been polluted away by the 21st century long ago?!
The weaver seemed to realize something. She suddenly smiled and lightly touched the wall with her toes. Then she flew up gracefully, her red skirt fluttering. The scene was just as beautiful as a TV drama.

Then—she floated lightly onto the dining table, reclining at an angle, and even gave Li Sui a flirtatious wink.

Li Sui said coldly, "...Go away! You've taken a seat here, what am I supposed to do tonight?"

Li Sui was relieved that she had caught the Weaver Girl directly. If she had transmigrated here, she would have known nothing. Given her personality, she was afraid the Weaver Girl would beat up a passerby and end up in a research institution.

If it were just a normal time travel, that would be one thing, but a weaver with internal energy is definitely not something that ordinary society can accept.

So Li Sui stared at her seriously and earnestly: "Weaver Girl, our society is very peaceful, there is no war or conflict—there may be fights occasionally, but they are illegal. You must never reveal that you have internal strength. In the future, you must act like an ordinary person outside. You must get your own food and water and not use your sleeves to help you!"

"Besides, you're considered a master over there, but here, there are many weapons that can deal with you, so you need to be vigilant. Of course, as long as you follow the rules, you'll be fine. I'll try to get you an ID card."

Upon hearing this, the weaver's eyes shone brightly, "No war... no war..."

She stood up and murmured, "Can everyone have enough to eat?"

She had only briefly looked around, but because she had practiced martial arts since childhood and was able to see in all directions, she had already noticed things that were different from what was obvious in that era.

There are no emaciated people here...

People with dull eyes are rare, and even those few who are thin don't look like they haven't eaten enough.

Their complexions were so easy to distinguish.

Li Sui was worried about how to solve the Weaver Girl's identity problem, and upon hearing this, he simply nodded: "Our era is very good. Since you're here, I don't know when you'll travel back, so I'll show you around and let you have some fun."

Actually, she had a guess: would someone end up like her?

You can go back if you die.

But she couldn't let the weaver try it.

What if it isn't?
Li Sui, who can't go back to the past, dares not make any wild guesses.

The members of the Demonic Cult used to have a very hard life. If they could live a good life, who would want to join the Demonic Cult?

The weaver was no exception.

She spoke little about her past, but her simple words revealed a degree of misery.

Li Sui wouldn't reopen old wounds.

Since we're here, let's make the most of it.

At this moment, she noticed an abnormal red stain on the hem of the weaver's skirt, almost dark red, which was clearly a trace of blood.

The weaver was very particular about cleanliness; she couldn't possibly have missed it.

Li Sui was somewhat surprised: "Why is your skirt dirty? Who did you fight with before you came?"

(End of this chapter)