Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Wuyou was right; the memories of the soul ferryman were indeed all painful.

The moment Xia Ximo emerged from the barrier, the memory belonging to Mo Gu suddenly surfaced in his mind.

And the hatred that had been building up deep inside him finally erupted.

Driven by demonic possession, murderous intent surged within her, her eyes reddened, and her mind was clouded.

Those Di people controlled by the "Corpse Puppet Gu" were all knocked to the ground in no time.

The Gu worms scattered and fled, only to be burned to ashes by the pursuing Crimson Lotus Fire.

But at that moment, she suddenly thought of the first person she trusted.

Lingyin, the head of the six elders of the Spirit Sword Sect.

He found her figure among the mountains of corpses.

"This child is still alive."

At that moment, the way he looked at her was clearly meaningful.

But young children can't possibly understand the complexities involved.

All she knew was that when the other person reached out to her, she instinctively gripped their hand, thinking she had grasped a glimmer of hope to survive.

The road from Mo Village to Ling Mountain was long, and she held onto Ling Yin's hand tightly the whole time, not daring to let go.

Upon reaching the foot of Mount Ling, Lingyin released her and said, "Little one, if you wish to become a disciple of my Lingjian Sect, you must kneel and kowtow once on this heavenly ladder to reach Mount Ling. Can you do that?"

Mo Gu didn't really understand the meaning behind his words, but seeing the other young men kneeling and kowtowing as they climbed the ladder to heaven, she wasn't going to be outdone and followed their example.

The stone steps are steep; even an adult might not have the perseverance to do so.

But she did it.

The moment she reached the summit, a gentle breeze unique to Lingshan caressed her tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

She saw buildings that looked like celestial palaces, standing amidst swirling ethereal mist.

In that instant, it felt like something was quietly taking root and sprouting in my heart.

Of the twelve people in the group, only seven came up.

She was the youngest, so she became the junior sister.

On the day she entered the sect, her senior brother Ling Chu handed her a long sword.

"From this day forward, you are the thirtieth generation disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. This is your sword..."

The sword was so heavy and long that she could barely hold it, yet she dared not let go.

It was at that moment that she heard the whispers of those around her.

"I heard it survived by gnawing on the dead. How can someone so young be so terrifying?"

"That's terrifying! I wouldn't dare stay with her tonight!"

"I don't want to live with such a jinx either; I'm afraid I'll be cursed with bad luck from now on!"

So that very night, her bedding was thrown outside the door.

The people inside locked the door, and upon hearing her voice, immediately blew out the candles, completely ignoring whether she lived or died.

Later, it was Lingchu, who was on night patrol, who saw her huddled outside the door and arranged a new place for her to stay.

At that time, she did not understand why most of her fellow disciples disliked her.

The eldest brother, of course, knew the inside story, but he simply said gently to her, "We're not familiar with each other yet, but we'll get to know each other better."

But a year or two passed, and those people still didn't change their opinion of her; on the contrary, their attitude became even worse.

But by this time, Mo Gu already knew how to survive on this sacred mountain.

She cared more about her master Lingyin's attitude than those other people's.

She knew that her master valued her highly. While her fellow disciples were still struggling with basic sword techniques, she was already cultivating more advanced secret techniques under Lingyin's arrangement.

In order not to disappoint her master's high expectations, she never slacked off for a single day.

Her exceptional talent, coupled with her tremendous efforts, allowed her to master the secret technique by the age of fifteen.

Mo Gu believed that he would be greeted with the approving gaze of Lingyin, and that he would become his master's pride.

However, on the day of success, what awaited them was harm and expulsion.

His spiritual roots were removed, his cultivation was taken away, and he was reduced to a cripple...

She lay on the cold ground in despair, too weak to utter a single word.

On the contrary, Lingyin chose to bite back in order to protect its reputation.

"How dare you steal our sect's secret techniques!"

"You traitorous disciple, you're going to drive me crazy! Get out of here, and get as far away as possible!"

Amidst Lingyin's reprimands and the varied gazes of her fellow disciples, she was expelled.

Behind them, someone said, "What right does someone expelled from the sect have to climb the Heavenly Ladder? Let us, her senior brothers and sisters, see her off on her final journey!"

Then, without any power to resist, she was thrown onto the ladder by the group.

At the moment of the fall, she thought she was going to die.

But Heaven took pity on her and spared her life, allowing her senior brother, who had heard the news, to find her.

All her bones were broken, but the pain came from her heart.

Because of her trust in Lingyin Temple, she has cultivated diligently day and night for ten years, so why is this all she has gained?

She didn't understand why, yet she desperately wanted to know the answer.

So, with all her might, she grabbed the hem of her senior brother's robe.

Why?

Ling Chu was stunned. His eyes were red, but he couldn't answer. He could only put a pill into her mouth.

"Junior Sister Mo, I don't know how to explain all this. This golden pill was stolen, but it can save your life..."

"That's all I can do, senior brother. You must take good care of yourself from now on."

"However, my junior sister will always be my junior sister. Even if she leaves the sect, she will still be my junior sister..."

He held her in his arms, intending to take her out of Lingshan, but at the foot of the mountain, a wide carriage blocked his way.

After the carriage curtain was lifted, a young man in white said, "Give her to me."

Mo Gu saw the other person's face clearly.

She remembered this person; it was he who handed her a sword when she was being ridiculed on the stage for losing her longsword at the sword-testing competition.

But at the time, she didn't even dare to express her gratitude.

We have always been surrounded by malice, and even the slightest bit of kindness we feel is terrifying.

But she could genuinely sense that the boy wanted to help her.

His eyes were clean and honest, and also showed appreciation.

She had never seen such an expression in any other pair of eyes...

Malice made her cold, while the opposite kindness would make her subconsciously want to escape.

Especially when she learned the other person's identity.

She spent a month in a daze in Donglai City, never leaving her room or uttering a single word, only repeatedly thinking about the mental cultivation techniques Lingyin had given her.

Perhaps, she was destined to "find a way out of a desperate situation" in her life, which allowed her to comprehend even more exquisite techniques.

She left without saying goodbye and went to Yinming Mountain alone, where she was surrounded by white bones. She used magic to mend the broken bones, which was the first form of bone magic.

Mo Gu knew where her talent lay, yet she never relaxed for a single day, until she perfected her bone techniques to perfection, even reaching the pinnacle of mastery.

It was at this time that the title "Female Demon Mo Gu" began to spread.