I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon. Please do not disturb. (Author: Not divided into three, six, nine)

Introduction:

Reborn as a Guhuoniao, she was raised and fed by a crow.

Bai Qingyu originally wanted to live a peaceful life as a bird, shed his identity as a demon, and cultivate into a wild immortal.

Until one day, she found a baby girl in the mountains...

"So this is what it feels like to take care of a child."

Volume One: Chapter One - The Baby Girl

It's September, the beginning of autumn.

The Ten Thousand Mountains have just experienced an autumn rain, and the quiet mountain forests after the weather cleared up were like a painting or a fairyland.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the stream meanders and the waterfall is like silver, while monkeys cry and fish leap as a line of egrets soars into the blue sky.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that one of the egrets in the flock looks quite different from the other birds.

Egrets have all white plumage and are small in size, averaging only about 60 centimeters in length and are slender.

The bird following behind them was over three meters long.

Although it's called a white egret, it actually looks more like a red-crowned crane.

Its fluffy, snow-white feathers are layered, its long neck is black on top and white on the bottom, and its beak is slender and straight. The most striking feature is probably the bright red on its head, which is also the part that is most similar to the red-crowned crane.

Unlike the red-crowned crane, it has not only fluffy white feathers with layered textures on its body, but more importantly, it has snow-white feathers with some gold edges on its tail, which are more than a meter long and resemble a phoenix tail.

Its body is like a crane, and its tail is like a phoenix.

Seemingly sensing that there was a different kind of "one of their kind" at the back of the flock, the flock of egrets suddenly scattered and flew in different directions, because the bird behind them was just too big, with a wingspan of more than seven meters.

Seeing that the leisurely flock of egrets had broken formation because of it, the white bird turned around, flapped its pure white wings, and flew leisurely towards a babbling brook in the misty mountain valley, at a moderate speed.

With a gentle flap of its wings, it slowly descended into the mountain forest.

At the stream, a white bird dipped its slender black claws into the water, shook its feathers, and locked its eyes on an innocent fish in the stream before launching an attack.

Whoosh!

With lightning speed, the bird's beak precisely caught the small fish, pulling the struggling creature out of the water. Then, it tilted its head back, adjusted the fish's position and direction, and swallowed the entire fish whole in a few swift movements.

Once swallowed, the fish will suffocate soon after, so there's no need to worry about the terrifying scene of a live creature struggling inside your body.

The white bird has no teeth for chewing, and most of the time it swallows its prey whole, much like a snake. At first, it was not used to this feeling, and the human nature still remaining in its body strongly resisted this way of eating.

But this is the cold natural world. No matter how beautiful the mountains are, like a painting or a fairyland, they cannot hide the cruel side behind them.

Because it swallowed the fish whole, the white bird couldn't taste the fishy smell.

But even if it exists, I've long since gotten used to it.

I was reborn into this world as a bird, and it has been twenty-one years since then.

From the moment it hatched, it was fed insects by a crow, then its mother discovered it was different from the other chicks and cruelly carried it out of the nest, and finally, it struggled to survive in the harsh mountains and forests. It had long been used to everything. A bird that had just learned to fly, during that time, let alone fish, it could only live on plant leaves and wild fruits.

Over the past twenty-one years, the remnants of humanity within the body have remained. It often recalls its ordinary life in its previous existence and the coldness of the hospital before its death, and it has come to understand a certain truth.

Death is both an end and a beginning; flowers bloom and wither in an endless cycle. As one of the myriad beings, all it can do is let go of its attachments and accept the natural course of things.

However, even now, it doesn't know what kind of bird it is. Judging from its reflection in the water, it looks like a red-crowned crane, but it is quite certain that it is not. Red-crowned cranes don't have such a huge body size, nor do they have such long feathers.

Compared to the red-crowned crane, it has become increasingly suspicious during this time that it might be a demon, a bird demon.

But it doesn't matter anymore. As long as I can live, that's all that matters. It feels good to be a bird. At least I can soar freely through the sky. With these wings, I can go wherever I want.

It's simply a matter of paying attention to a few survival rules.

First, remember to return to the nest when it rains, so your feathers don't get wet.

Second, be careful of felines.

Third, avoid places that might frighten birds.

Fourth, when faced with danger, fly as far as you can.

After all, with wings and the ability to fly, the number of things that threaten it has greatly decreased. By relying on a few survival rules, the white bird has successfully survived to this day.

Splash!

He caught another fish and swallowed it whole, like swallowing a date whole.

The white bird's current diet mainly consists of fish and shrimp, with occasional berries.

Suddenly, the white bird raised its head and looked up at the sky. The weather in the mountains changes in an instant; it had been sunny for less than two hours when a strong wind blew the thick dark clouds back in, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with dark clouds again.

It then casually caught two more shrimp, and the white bird spread its wings, flapped its feathers, and flew into the sky.

Logically speaking, a white bird wouldn't be able to fly so easily; it mainly relies on a magical power.

Since ten years ago, every morning at sunrise, it would breathe in the clouds and mist on the mountaintop, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. This behavior, which was clearly that of a demon, was something the white bird did not know how it learned. It was as if it was an innate instinct that it had developed at that age.

Just as the white bird had expected, as soon as it returned to its nest in its little cave, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and strong winds raged outside, followed by a torrential downpour.

With its claws curled up and its body huddled in the makeshift nest made of thatch and branches, the bird tucked its head into the feathers on its back and listened quietly to the sound of rain outside.

As autumn arrived and the weather turned cold, cranes, like normal birds, began to migrate. However, the white bird, possessing demonic power gained from absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, was not afraid of the cold.

But for some reason, as it absorbed more and more demonic power, its body began to undergo some strange changes.

For example, they have a particular fondness for the offspring of other creatures.

The white bird was troubled by this. Many times, when it saw the baby bird, it could hardly fly. At the same time, it felt an irresistible urge to kidnap the baby bird.

Whether it's tiger cubs, deer cubs, rabbit cubs, or even small snakes, they all fall within the range that appeal to her.

The white bird didn't know why it was so "overwhelmed with maternal love," it just felt that it was probably sick.

In the mountains of Shiwan, time is the least valuable thing.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The clouds are dark and threatening rain; the water is still and misty.

The gloomy sky did not stop the white bird from standing on one leg on the boulder, tilting its head back to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

These five years have also made Shiratori certain of one thing.

It probably really is a monster, a bird monster.

I don't know if it's due to bloodline inheritance, but thinking back, it seems that it already had demonic energy in its body when it was born, exactly the same as the power it is absorbing now.

It calls the absorbed power "demon power," which allows it to do many incredible things. For example, it can easily kill an adult tiger with a single wing swipe, or unleash flames.

Having finished its daily "cultivation," the white bird stretched its body. With its demonic power, its feathers became even more lustrous, making it appear even more ethereal than the crane. This made it quite satisfied with its current transformation.

It flaps its wings and takes flight, preparing to go down to the stream at the foot of the mountain for breakfast, and then return to its nest to contemplate its life as usual.

But today, things seem a little different.

As soon as she flew down the mountain, she sensed something. With eyesight far exceeding that of humans, she scanned the area and saw a striped tiger pouncing towards several figures in the direction of the forest.

The tiger's roar shook the heavens, startling birds in the forest.

The white bird's eyes narrowed, and after recognizing that the figures being pounced on by the tiger were actually a human couple, it quickly changed direction and flew away at top speed.

For over twenty years, it had never seen a human, nor had it ever ventured out into the world.

Having once been a human being, it deeply understands the terrifying nature of the human heart.

But this time it's different.

Unfortunately, by the time the white bird flew down, the couple had already been killed by the tiger.

Humans, with their frail bodies, have virtually no chance of fighting back against tigers without weapons.

The white bird noticed that the couple seemed to be protecting something in their arms.

The demonic power erupted, startling the tiger away. The white bird flapped its wings and landed beside the couple.

The couple was dressed in traditional ancient clothing, somewhat resembling Hanfu, made of very luxurious fabric. Judging from the wife's jewelry, the couple must be of high status, certainly wealthy, perhaps large landowners or officials.

So why did they come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains?

The white bird saw a boy, perhaps only eight or nine years old, not far from the male master. He had not been killed by the tiger; he had wounds from swords and knives on his body.

Suddenly, the white bird heard what sounded like something crying beneath the mistress. It went over and moved the mistress's body away, and the next moment, it froze.

It was a baby girl in swaddling clothes.

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Volume One: Chapter Two - Umbrella and Sword!

Shiratori never imagined that the lady, whose neck was bitten off from behind, whose spine was broken, and whose back was covered in blood and flesh, was desperately protecting a small baby, a girl who was not even a year old.

The baby was wrapped tightly in a peach-colored swaddle, with a white flower tucked inside beside her. She cried bitterly, her chubby little face flushed red from the fall. She was only a few months old, and even though she saw it all, she couldn't comprehend what was happening.

She didn't know that her father and mother had been killed and would never come back, nor did she know that the warm liquid on her face was actually her mother's blood.

The mountain forest was quiet, but the baby's cries were loud, startling the birds that had just returned. They flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

The white bird stared blankly at the baby.

What she needed to do at that moment was simply to leave. She was just a bird, a bird demon with some magical power. Driving away the tiger was already her limit; she was powerless to do anything more. Yet, it felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by a hand.

This gave rise to a very dangerous idea deep within my heart.

Or, why don't we just adopt this child...?

The thought lingered in his mind from the moment it appeared, like a voice emanating from the depths of his soul. Shiratori knew he liked the chicks, but in the past he could at least control it; this time, even control was difficult.

Putting aside physical instincts, Shiratori himself also wanted to help the child.

The result of leaving her alone was that she was carried off by wolves and tigers. The picturesque scenery of the Ten Thousand Mountains was just a facade; Bai Niao knew the true cruelty all too well.

What made her hesitate was the child's age.

She is too young.