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

On this day, many monsters who had been causing havoc in the mortal realm, whether arrogant and domineering or simply unlucky enough to run into trouble, suffered devastating blows.

In the Heavenly Court, at the duty station of the Inspector Spirit Official, the precious mirror that monitors the fluctuations of demonic energy in the mortal realm suddenly lit up with red light, warning of the sudden disappearance of powerful demonic energy in different regions.

The spirit official on duty looked at the lights on the magic mirror that kept going out, blinked blankly, and then seemed to understand something. He shrank his neck and silently marked the abnormal record as "The Third Prince passed by and cleaned it up on the way".

Yes, that must be it. Apart from that guy, who else has the efficiency and temper to clear out a whole area just by passing by?

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On the other side. Trapped Mountain, Bottomless Cave.

Bai Yeying was wiping her short gun with a cloth when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave. Huang Wu rushed in, his face not showing his usual excitement and gossip, but rather a rare look of panic.

"Madam! Something terrible has happened!"

Bai Yeying's heart skipped a beat, and she put down her gun: "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

"It's...it's news from Black Wind Mountain in the south!" Huang Wu gasped for breath, gesturing with his paws. "You know Black Wind Mountain, right? It's the territory that fierce centipede demon used to occupy! Just two days ago, that centipede demon, along with the Vulture King of Rocky Mountain in the west, and the Black Tortoise Monster of the Cold Pool in the east...several big guys with names and formidable strength, are all...all gone!"

"Gone?" Bai Yeying was taken aback. "What do you mean? Who took it? Or did they move it?"

"It wasn't taken away, nor was it moved!"

Huang Wu lowered his voice, his tone filled with awe and lingering fear: "They're completely gone! Not even a wisp of ashes remained! The little demons who managed to escape said they saw a red light crash down from the sky, and with a bang, those usually imposing demon kings were gone! Burned to the ground! Now it's all over the place, they're saying... saying that some evil star from Heaven has descended to the mortal realm and is sweeping away the demons!"

Bai Yeying was stunned. A red light? Burned to ashes?

The image of that person appeared in her mind almost immediately.

It's him?

But wasn't he supposed to be overseeing the westward journey? Why did he suddenly go off to exterminate these unrelated monsters? And with such a commotion?

Huang Wu continued rambling, "Madam, do you think the Heavenly Court is about to make a big move? We're not too far from those places, should we lay low for a while? What if that evil star happens to pass by our Trapped Sky Mountain..."

"Don't scare yourself." Bai Yeying calmed herself down and interrupted Huang Wu's wild thoughts. "We haven't caused any trouble. Just guard our own little corner. Go and tell Cuiluo and Tenghan, as well as everyone in the mountains, to be careful lately. Don't go out unless necessary, but don't panic either."

"Yes, Madam!" Seeing that his wife was calm, Huang Wu was somewhat relieved and quickly ran out to deliver the message.

Bai Yeying sat alone on the stone bench, her fingers unconsciously twisting a cloth. Was it really him? Why all of a sudden?

An absurd thought quietly popped into my head. Could it be because I'm in a bad mood?

The thought made her pause, then she quickly shook her head away. How could that be! He's the Third Prince Nezha, how could he go to the mortal realm to wreak havoc just because of a kiss? That's too outrageous.

But a small voice inside me was saying, what if it is?

Over the next two days, news about the evil star's sweep continued to come in, and the list of monsters that were wiped out grew longer and longer. Even some monsters that were just short-tempered, territorial, and did not cause much harm were also affected.

The demons in the lower realm were filled with fear, and many of the usually arrogant demon kings retreated to their caves and closed their doors tightly.

Trapped Sky Mountain, on the other hand, was calm and peaceful.

That evening, Bai Yeying finished practicing her shooting and was resting on a stone bench, gazing absently at the drifting clouds in the sky.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked up.

A familiar crimson streak of light broke through the clouds and headed towards Trapped Sky Mountain.

She stood up instinctively, clutching her sleeves tightly.

The red light approached, paused briefly above the cliff, and then gently descended, its flames receding.

The young man was still dressed in that dark red outfit, his posture upright, a red mark on his forehead burning like blood. He landed on the illusory shadow of his Wind and Fire Wheels, his gaze sweeping over Bai Yeying who was standing there. The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes fixed on him without blinking.

Eyes facing each other.

A mountain breeze carried the clean scent of lotus flowers from his body, mixed with the lingering smell of burning.

Nezha looked at her, his beautiful phoenix eyes reflecting the sunset and her clear image, revealing no particular emotion, as if it were just an ordinary passing by.

"Third Prince," Bai Yeying spoke first, her voice softer than usual, "You're back?" After asking, she felt something was off, as if this was her territory.

"Hmm." Nezha responded, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before shifting to the trees behind her. "Didn't cause any trouble?"

"No!" Bai Yeying immediately shook her head, took two steps forward, and got closer to him.

She looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with curiosity and a desire for confirmation, and asked softly, "I heard that many monsters down below have been dealt with these past two days. Was it you?"

Nezha's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked down at her. The girl's eyes were clear and bright, filled with curiosity.

He suddenly felt that the last bit of irritation that had been building up in his heart over the past few days had vanished under the gaze of those eyes.

"Just doing it on the spur of the moment," he said casually, without denying it.

Sure enough it was him!

Bai Yeying's eyes lit up, then she asked, puzzled, "But the inspectors on the journey to the West shouldn't have to deal with those monsters, right?" She remembered that his main responsibility was to ensure that the pilgrimage would not be disrupted.

Nezha scoffed lightly, his tone carrying a hint of self-righteous disdain: "It's an eyesore."

This reason is very Nezha-like.

Bai Yeying couldn't help but smile. She could roughly imagine that this man was probably in a bad mood, though she dared not think too deeply about why. He had simply picked off any monsters he didn't like. For those monsters, it was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

But... well done! Those guys are probably no good either.

"Is everything cleaned up?" she asked.

"Almost done." He paused, his gaze lingering on her cheek. "Have you been practicing your shooting?"

"Hmm!" Bai Yeying nodded, then, remembering her recent progress, she felt a little eager to show off. "Do you want to see? I think I've recently grasped a bit of that 'illusion and reality' thing you mentioned last time!"

Seeing her eager expression, a smile flashed in Nezha's eyes.

"Hmm," he responded, crossed his arms, and leisurely walked to the side, gesturing for her to begin.

Bai Yeying immediately picked up her pistol, walked to the open space, and incorporated her insights from the past few days into her marksmanship.

The spear flashed and shone with crimson light, sometimes as fierce as a thunderbolt, sometimes as light as willow catkins in the wind, its movements fluid and graceful, a far cry from its previous state.

After finishing her set of spear techniques, she stood still, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Nezha, awaiting his judgment.

Nezha looked at her expectant eyes and walked over.

Instead of commenting on her marksmanship as usual, he reached out and grasped her wrist as she held the gun.