Please control me, my divine being!

Jiang Chuling stood in front of the clinic, her face beaming with joy.

She pulled Li Qinghe to sit down next to her and eagerly inquired about her recent situation.

Only after listening to Li Qinghe recount her entire experience did she exclaim in surprise, "Sister Qinghe, you're so amazing now? Won't there be any side effects from cultivating so quickly?"

It's not surprising that she would have such thoughts.

The Jiang family once had cultivators, but due to worshipping the wrong gods and going astray, a combination of reasons led to their destruction.

Often, the faster one cultivates, the closer one gets to death.

Li Qinghe shook her head: "There are no side effects. The only discomfort might be in the eyes. But this is the price of this common practice, and no one can avoid it."

When she doesn't use her Insightful Eyes, her left eye is completely black.

Every time I use this mundane technique, I feel a stinging pain.

Frequent use of the "Insightful Eyes" can cause bloody tears and excruciating pain in the eyes.

The side effects of the "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique are much smaller.

Jiang Chuling's eyes revealed a knowing look, and she lowered her voice: "It seems that the deity you worship is a hidden secular god in the world of brokers. He doesn't have many believers, so he pays special attention to them."

She recalled the previous instance where the deity spoke directly with Li Qinghe.

This shows that He is in good condition and can always focus His attention on the believers.

"I don't know which realm the gods belong to. I don't know much about cultivation, even now." Li Qinghe was very frank. She had no lineage and didn't know much about cultivation.

Jiang Chuling was also aware of this.

The naive Li Qinghe at this moment certainly doesn't know much.

But Qinghe, who has a cold and aloof demeanor, is different.

The ability to create a complete ritual diagram in one go, using blood, was something even the cultivators of the Jiang family couldn't achieve back then.

"By the way, Sister Qinghe, what about your mother's condition..." Jiang Chuling asked cautiously.

"I'm gone."

Li Qinghe's eyes were dim and her emotions were sorrowful, but her voice was steady: "I came back this time to bury her."

Jiang Chuling sighed, but also felt relieved.

The fact that Li Qinghe could speak so frankly at least indicates that she has accepted the outcome and moved on from her past grief.

One cannot live in the past; one must always look forward.

She had experienced the same misfortune when the Jiang family suffered a great calamity, and having felt the same way, she could understand their feelings very well.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

……

The small mound the two had built earlier was on the hillside next to the shantytown.

The entire shantytown is now being rebuilt and reorganized by laborers. The newly appointed county magistrate ordered the demolition of the old low shacks and their replacement with stone houses.

Looking ahead from the highest point in the shantytown.

Outside the town lies that area shrouded in murky air, giving off a heavy sense of oppression.

Li Qinghe walked to her mother's grave.

It was still that low mound of earth, with that inconspicuous memorial tablet.

She picked up a shovel, dug open the grave, put the empty coffin next to it inside, and then flipped her sleeve, revealing a bronze wine cup in her palm.

The process is the same as before when activating the mortal artifacts.

First, a drop of blood was poured into the bronze wine vessel. Before long, it swelled up in the wind and transformed into a bronze tripod with bright red water rippling inside.

This time, however, the bronze wine vessel did not inhale; instead, it slowly expelled the body from within.

Li Qinghe reacted quickly and caught her mother.

Because of the corrosive nature of the sores, the corpse's skin was bluish-purple and had many rotten areas.

She took out a bottle of makeup powder that Granny Yang used for corpses and slowly applied it to her mother's face to cover up the pits and dents on her skin before gently placing the body into the coffin.

As the grave was rebuilt, Li Qinghe looked at Jiang Chuling and said, "I'm going to leave here and head to Jiang'an."

"Jiang'an?"

"Yes, Huangshui Town can't allow the path to go further." Li Qinghe looked at Zhuotian not far away: "The cultivation resources here are almost all controlled by the North. I can't change anything by staying in the town."

Only by becoming stronger can we change the world.

Only by preventing these tragedies from happening again can I be worthy of my mother and the gods who have always helped me...

Jiang Chuling's eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately blurted out, "I want to go with you."

Li Qinghe frowned. "The road from here to Jiang'an isn't safe. I don't know what we might encounter. There's absolutely no need for you to come along..."

"No, you're right, there's nothing we can do here."

Jiang Chuling spoke in a low voice, but she was determined: "After the incident at home, I fled all the way to Yuyang. The servants and guards who followed me all died on the way."

So many lives have been lost, yet I'm hiding here, constantly running away.

It's even possible that one day, he might die at the hands of some cultivator, never able to clear his parents' names again.

Li Qinghe remained silent.

Indeed, being so close to the Five Turbid Heavens, even with the Lushan Taoist in charge, there is always the possibility of encountering danger.

"You must be careful on the road, and you should take good care of yourself if you encounter any danger," Li Qinghe said.

She is now a formal cultivator, so protecting a mortal shouldn't be a problem for her.

"Sister Qinghe, I won't be a burden; I want to become a cultivator!"

Jiang Chuling didn't hide anything: "My family had some kind of inheritance left behind, but I've never been able to make up my mind. But if I want to go back, I have to become a cultivator. I just don't know if the gods we used to worship will still respond."

Li Qinghe frowned.

She herself entered the path of Taoism in a daze, relying entirely on divine guidance, and had extremely little knowledge of the Tao.

As a result, I am now unable to offer good advice.

She was about to advise the other party to act cautiously when, before she could utter a word, divine power descended upon her.

Li Qinghe watched as his body stood up, then turned and strode towards the north of Huangshui Town, expressionlessly tossing out a sentence: "Come with me, let's prepare the materials."

Jiang Chuling was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what she meant.

This is another Li Qinghe!

It is another personality that has a close connection with that deity.

Jiang Chuling didn't dare to say much to the other party and hurriedly followed. In this state, Li Qinghe always gave people a feeling of indifference, authority, and no room for resistance.

……

North of Huangshui Town, south of Zhuotian.

A bustling market stretching for about five miles was set up.

After the ceasefire, Lushan and the Five Immortals Sect reached an agreement, reserving a buffer neutral zone.

Zhuoxianji was born here.

This is a market comprised of cultivators from both locations.

Jiang Chuling had heard people talk about it many times in Huangshui Town, but she had never been inside. After all, it was a place where cultivators stayed, and it was quite dangerous for mortals to go in.

Moreover, transactions inside do not involve silver; they are mostly conducted through barter or blood money.

The two walked out of the north gate of the town and entered the market area.

At the entrance stood a Taoist priest dressed in a Lushan Taoist robe, who addressed the two:

"A blood money entrance fee."

Li Qinghe tossed out a blood coin, which landed in the Taoist's palm.

She had two and a half strings of blood coins on her, which she had always kept with her because she guessed they were currency used by cultivators. Now, they were finally coming in handy.