After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

"Your skills haven't improved much, but your ability to cause trouble has certainly improved. How could someone like this manage to drive you so scrambling?" His disdain was practically overflowing.

Bai Yeying was provoked by his pointing finger and his barbed tone, and her competitive spirit resurfaced.

She brushed off non-existent dust from her dress and straightened her back: "Who, who was chased around in a sorry state? I was... strategically maneuvering! Don't you understand? Besides, this guy suddenly jumped out of the water to ambush you; he has no sportsmanship!"

"Strategic maneuvering?" Nezha chuckled as if he'd heard something amusing, pushing the tip of his spear forward another half inch. "Maneuvering until you almost got sprayed in the face with poisonous mist and swept into a pulp by his tail?"

These words struck a nerve with Bai Yeying, making her feel embarrassed, and she kicked a pebble at her feet.

"I... how would I know that there was such a guy hiding in this pool in the middle of nowhere!" she muttered softly, but her eyes kept glancing at the fire-tipped spear in Nezha's hand.

That attack was amazing! It arrived in an instant, even though the distance was so far.

Is this the true skill of a deity? It's on a completely different level from her own wildly concocted attempts at manipulating objects and moving stones.

Nezha seemed to see through her thoughts. With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the Fire-Tipped Spear, the shaft spinning gracefully between his fingertips, leaving a trail of sparks.

"What are you looking at?" He glanced at her sideways. "Want to learn?"

Bai Yeying's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "I'll think about it!"

"Dream on." Nezha poured cold water on her without any mercy. "With your skills, it's questionable whether you can even hold her." Despite saying that, he didn't turn around and leave immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms and leisurely looked her over.

"However..." he drawled, as if carefully choosing his words, "those few dodges just now were actually quite decent. Better than that cowardly act of clinging to someone's leg and begging for forgiveness in the sky last time."

Bai Yeying: "........."

Can we please stop bringing up our dark past?

Her ears burned, and she forcibly changed the subject, pointing to the black dragon's corpse lying on the ground: "Um... what should we do with this?" It's so big, even if it dies, it'll be a problem, in case it attracts something else.

Nezha glanced at it, completely unconcerned: "Just leave it here. When mountain spirits fight, there are often deaths and injuries. The local earth god or the patrolling mountain god will handle it." As he spoke, the flames of his Wind and Fire Wheels swirled beneath his feet, as if he were preparing to leave.

"Hey! Wait!" Bai Yeying blurted out anxiously when she saw that he was really about to leave.

Nezha paused, turned to the side, and raised an eyebrow at her: "Is there anything else?"

Bai Yeying opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say. Thank you? That seemed a bit dry.

Asking him why he was there seemed a bit like trying to find out his whereabouts. Saying goodbye? That sounded even stranger.

Her mind raced, her gaze falling on his spotless red robes and silver armor. Suddenly, an idea struck her: "Your clothes have some dust on them." She pointed to a mark on the side of his shoulder armor, probably from when he landed.

Upon hearing this, Nezha looked down at his shoulder, then looked up at her with a strange expression. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he simply raised his hand and casually dusted off that spot.

"Meddlesome." He uttered two words, and the flames of the Wind and Fire Wheels beneath his feet suddenly intensified.

"Um!" Bai Yeying called out again as he was about to leave, this time in a softer voice, with a hint of probing, "You...were you just passing by, or did you come here specifically?"

I regretted asking her the question as soon as I finished; it was too direct.

Nezha had already turned around, his back to her. Hearing this, he didn't turn his head, only his clear voice drifted on the wind: "Chasing a disobedient mount, just happened to be passing by."

The voice paused for a moment, then seemed to let out a very soft hum.

"You're lucky."

Before the words were finished, a crimson streak of light shot into the sky, piercing the darkening horizon, and vanished in an instant, leaving only a faint, scorching trace in the air, which was quickly dispersed by the evening breeze.

Bai Yeying stood there, looking up at the direction where Nezha had disappeared, and remained motionless for a long time.

The evening breeze rustled through the treetops, bringing the coolness of the stream and a faint smell of burning.

Oh, it's the spot on the black dragon's body that was scorched by the residual force of the Fire-Tipped Spear.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, looked at the dragon's corpse on the ground, squatted down, and examined the black dragon's body.

He walked around the black dragon's enormous corpse, poked at its hard scales, and looked at its neck, pierced by Nezha's spear.

"So clean and efficient," she muttered, her gaze finally settling on a vein on the black dragon's back.

She crouched down again, extended her right hand, which had transformed into long fingernails, gathered demonic power at her fingertips, and probed towards the main tendon on the back of the black dragon.

She grabbed it and pulled, and a tendon was pulled out.

"What a treasure!" Bai Yeying's eyes lit up. Ignoring the fishy smell, she coiled the dragon tendon around a few times and weighed it in her hand.

It wasn't light, but it was just right for her current strength. It's just that the presentation... a dark, long whip, not very appealing.

She thought for a moment and tried to inject her demonic power into the dragon tendon. The dragon tendon trembled slightly, and with a flick of her wrist, it snapped with a crisp "crack" against a nearby bluestone, sending stone chips flying.

"Wow!" Bai Yeying looked at her masterpiece and tried to wave it a few more times, sweeping, rolling, or pointing. She actually danced it quite well, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

"From now on, I'll call you Shadow Whip!" she said happily, naming her new weapon.

With her new weapon, Bai Yeying felt even more motivated to cultivate.

In the days that followed, she trained even harder. In addition to continuing to hone her movement techniques and stealth abilities, she also began to experiment with combining demonic power with the Shadow Whip, exploring her own fighting style.

She lashed out with her whip, the tip leaving a crack in the rocks, but shook her head: "No, it still feels a bit off."

She also tried to compress and unleash her power to the extreme, but the result was either that her demonic energy dissipated or she almost injured her small body. Indeed, she still had to take things one step at a time.

That day, she was practicing her whip skills in an open space outside the cave.

Just as he was getting into the swing of things, he suddenly felt something, flicked his wrist, and abruptly pulled back the whip, looking warily at a dense thicket of trees to his side and behind him.

The bushes were quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind.

Bai Yeying frowned; her intuition was rarely wrong. Was it a wild animal from the mountains? Or...?

She held her breath and focused her senses to the limit, while subtly holding the Shadow Whip at her side, the tip of the whip lightly touching the ground.

"Come out." Her clear voice rang out in the forest, carrying a hint of deliberately suppressed coldness.

The bushes rustled, but no one appeared.

Bai Yeying no longer hesitated. With a slight tremor of her wrist, the whip, like a living black snake, silently darted out along the ground and whipped towards the bushes like lightning!

"Ouch!"

With a cry of pain, a short figure was dragged out of the bushes by the whip, which had wrapped around his ankle, and fell to the ground with a thud.