I am the snake demon!

"It's the second heavenly tribulation! Heaven, please grant me the honor of becoming an immortal!"

Deep within the white clouds, in a secluded valley rarely visited by humans, the primordial energy of heaven and earth surged and moved, large swaths of dark clouds gathered, and countless thunderbolts roared, radiating a terrifying power.

Beneath the thunderclouds, Bai Xuan piously clasped his hands together and prayed to the heavens.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, a powerful bolt of lightning struck him from the sky, then dissipated into sparks of light.

Bai Xuan pretended not to know anything, and stood there praying without moving, letting the heavenly lightning strike him, as if a gentle breeze was blowing across the mountain, leaving him completely unharmed.

However, the heavenly tribulation did not change in the slightest because of his words. It seemed that it did not want to give him face. Dozens of terrifying heavenly lightning bolts struck, the dark clouds of the heavenly tribulation dissipated, and the sun shone again.

Bai Xuan remained standing in the same spot, almost unchanged from before, except for slight damage to his clothes from the lightning strike.

"Still haven't become immortals."

Bai Xuan frowned slightly, vaguely sensing an extraordinary force in the sky trying to pull him up, but there was some kind of pull within his own primordial spirit, preventing him from going any further.

With a slight sigh, a golden light emerged from Bai Xuan's head, and a treasure map engraved with countless mysterious runes, seemingly interpreting the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, flew out. The map was three feet long and one and a half feet wide, but once it flew out, it grew longer in the wind, instantly reaching tens of feet in length and width, exuding a mysterious Daoist charm and absorbing the primordial energy from all directions.

The primordial energy from all directions converged, visibly forming a massive vortex that condensed high above the valley, flowing into Bai Xuan's body to repair it.

Soon after recovering his strength, Bai Xuan went to the stream to wash himself. Looking at the near-perfect face reflected in the water, he saw a face as smooth as jade and skin as white as snow, as if carved by a knife and axe. In particular, his white hair was outstanding and seemed as if he could ascend to heaven at any moment.

"Such a refined air, yet she's not a fairy, but a snake demon? It just doesn't make sense!"

Bai Xuan, who thought he was more and more handsome the more he looked at himself, couldn't help but mutter to himself, his face full of question marks.

He is Bai Xuan.

The "white" in "yangchunbaixue" (a type of classical Chinese poetry) and the "xuan" in "xuanhuachengliu" (a type of classical Chinese poetry).

It is definitely not the "white" of "profaning in broad daylight" or the "profaning" of "profaning in broad daylight".

On the surface, it is a snake that aspires to become an immortal and is just one step away from transforming into a dragon.

In reality, he was an unexpected traveler from Blue Star who was reborn as a snake.

Through his own continuous struggle, he successfully transformed into human form, possessing a lifespan of several thousand years, powerful martial arts, and the ability to fly and escape into the earth, but he could not become an immortal.

"Or do I really have to find the little girl who saved my life and repay her kindness before I can ascend to immortality?"

Bai Xuan frowned, recalling the scene when he had just transmigrated.

Back then, when I woke up, I wasn't human anymore. I had transmigrated into a snake, without hands or feet. I was panicked and confused, and before I could react to anything, I was caught by a snake catcher.

At that moment, I felt like I was going to die. I felt wronged. I was a perfectly normal person, and suddenly I turned into a snake and was about to die. I couldn't help but cry.

The snake catcher's little girl found him and, feeling sorry for him, secretly released him.

He survived because of this, and at night, in the forest, he absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, sensed the presence of spiritual energy, and then began to cultivate.

That cause and effect should be the thread that pulls you along.

One must first repay kindness and settle karmic debts before one can be ranked among the immortals.

The problem is that more than a hundred years have passed, and that little girl is long dead.

There is no underworld in this world, so finding a reincarnation is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He deduced the connection many times and finally found that the little girl was associated with a Taoist temple, but the temple had no connection to the girl at all.

He thought that this time he had sensed the heavenly tribulation and could ascend to immortality. Before leaving home, he even paid homage to the statue of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, but the result was still the same.

Thinking about this, Bai Xuan felt a wave of annoyance. He scratched his head and finally gave up, saying, "I'm not going to think about it anymore. Things will work themselves out. I'll meet you when I'm meant to. Let's go home and have dinner with Mom."

As he spoke, Bai Xuan stood up, his white hair turning black, and his original otherworldly aura, as if he were about to ascend to immortality, quickly dissipated, turning him into an ordinary handsome man.

Immediately afterwards, the treasure map floating in mid-air shrank and fell back into Bai Xuan's hands, which Bai Xuan carefully put away.

He obtained this treasure map by chance, and he still doesn't understand its origin. He can only use it with difficulty, but this treasure is extremely powerful.

Since acquiring it, Bai Xuan's cultivation speed has increased tenfold.

In other words, one year of his cultivation is equivalent to ten years of cultivation for an ordinary demon, and a hundred years of cultivation is equivalent to a thousand years.

Therefore, although his lifespan is only a hundred years, he has a thousand years of cultivation.

That's not all, after all, he has never encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, and his talent is more than ten times that of ordinary demons.

It's just a pity that he couldn't become an immortal.

Bai Xuan leaped into the air and flew towards the Taoist temple a hundred miles away.

The "mother" he spoke of was naturally not his biological mother.

It wasn't even a demon, but a human being.

Ten years ago, after Bai Xuan had survived his first Heavenly Tribulation, he was still unable to become an immortal. When he discovered that something seemed to be pulling at his primordial spirit, he recalled the past and guessed that it was because of an unrepaid debt of gratitude. He began to deduce the identity of his savior.

But it was all blurry; I could only sense a Taoist temple.

Finally, the theory was extended to his godmother.

Abbot of Yuzhen Temple, Duan Baiyu.

Bai Xuan spent decades as a snake, without hands or feet, eating raw meat and drinking blood, which was extremely difficult for him to adapt to. In order to become a human as soon as possible, he risked his life and damaged his vital energy, which resulted in him only being a child when he first transformed.

After some planning, he transformed into a child in distress, was rescued by his godmother, and naturally became the playmate of his godmother's son. He stayed under his godmother's nose for ten years, controlling his body and slowly growing up.

For a full decade, no new variables emerged.

However, after ten years, Bai Xuan grew to love life at Yuzhen Temple.

The main reason was that his godmother raised him like a son, and she was very wealthy; the food and clothing at Yuzhen Temple were top-notch.

God knows what kind of life he lived during those years as a snake demon, eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Now, he gets to eat and drink for free every day without having to do anything. He's living a very comfortable life.

After a while, I really couldn't live without them.

Riding the wind and soaring through the air, a distance of a hundred miles was nothing to Bai Xuan.

Bai Xuan was already fantasizing about what delicious food would be served at noon.

However, at that moment, a strong smell of blood wafted over, and Bai Xuan immediately frowned. Yuzhen Temple was a Taoist temple, and his godmother preferred quiet. There had never been such a strong smell of blood before.

Thinking of this, Bai Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he transformed into a streak of light and sped away.

"Who exactly are you? Aren't you afraid of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion?"

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Yuzhen Temple, a plump and beautiful woman dressed as a Taoist priest was surrounded by twelve men in black. Her fair face was full of murderous intent, and she brandished her long sword, sweeping across the courtyard like a storm, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere.

"That's why you and your son are going to die. I just didn't expect you, Your Highness, to have reached the seventh realm. Killing you will take some effort. But don't worry, Your Highness, we will soon reunite you and your son."

The leader, a man in black, sneered, brandishing his steel blade. The blade's aura seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, revealing him to be a martial artist of the seventh realm.

The other eleven men in black moved with lightning speed, their figures shifting and taking positions to surround the beautiful woman. Their forms changed, unlike real people, but rather like eleven ghosts drifting about. A mysterious and invisible aura surged, suppressing the beautiful woman's cultivation.

Upon seeing this, the beautiful woman's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in surprise, "The Twelve Blood Shadow Formation! You are from the Blood Shadow Cult?"

"Your Highness has excellent eyesight, but it's useless. Please, Your Highness, accept your death!"

The leader of the men in black sneered and swung his long sword. Although there were twelve of them, they seemed to be one. The energy of heaven and earth roared and surged. A phantom of a long sword several meters long condensed, like a heavenly sword falling, and slashed straight at the beautiful woman.

The seventh realm leads to the Dao, the eighth to the profound mystery, and the ninth realm leads to the heavens and knocks on the heavenly gate.

The seventh realm is a watershed moment in martial arts, and can be called a martial arts grandmaster. The goal of reaching the seventh realm is more difficult than he expected, but that's all.

The beautiful woman's aura surged wildly, yet a hint of despair crept into her beautiful eyes. Of these twelve martial artists, three were at the same cultivation level as her, and now that they had set up an array, she had no chance of escaping.

The only saving grace is that Xuan'er left Yuzhen Temple a few days ago to travel.

She has a child who survived, and may be able to tell the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion about what happened today in the future.

Although she still doesn't understand why anyone in Liangzhou would actually dare to touch her, even if they don't care about the Wuwei Duan family, do they not care about the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion?

At the critical moment of life and death, a figure appeared from afar, seemingly teleporting between her and the man in black.

"Xuan'er!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the beautiful woman was immediately taken aback and exclaimed in surprise.

She recognized the child she had raised for ten years at a glance.

How could Xuan'er come back at this time?

He has mediocre talent and cannot cultivate superior internal skills; he can only cultivate external skills. Is he coming back to die?

As the beautiful woman was shocked, Bai Xuan looked at the blade energy in mid-air, reached out without hesitation, and crushed it as easily as crushing a bubble.

"Boom!"

The attack failed, and the terrifying backlash forced the leading man in black to retreat repeatedly, his blood churning. He stared at Bai Xuan in horror and asked, "Who are you?"

"Those who will kill you!"

Bai Xuan's face was cold. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly made his move. As if he had teleported, in the blink of an eye, the limbs of the twelve black-clad warriors all exploded into a cloud of blood mist. They screamed in unison and fell to the ground.