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

Besides that, there was another problem troubling her. As time went by, her son was about to grow up, but he hadn't made any progress in his cultivation except for physical skills and basic swordsmanship.

This is the most precious time for cultivation; once wasted, it's gone forever, and even the greatest talent will be useless then.

·

While Bai Qingyu was worrying, he was unaware that the consequences of what he had caused back then were far from over.

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At Shenhua Mountain, as the sun rises in the east and the stars fade, the sound of bells echoes amidst the misty clouds. Upon closer inspection, one sees layered mountains and waterfalls like silver within the clouds, while the protective array of the mountain, resembling an inverted glass bowl, occasionally flashes with streaks of seven-colored light.

Within the mountains, waterfalls of all sizes are everywhere, and the clear pools reveal swimming fish. Steep cliffs and precipices pierce the clouds, and the mountain peaks are rugged with strange rocks. The grand halls in the mountains are layered like heavenly palaces, and stone bridges and corridors connect the valleys. Ancient pines grow on boulders or beside waterfalls, and the clouds and mist swirl around the blue sea. When the breeze blows, the stone pavilions appear and disappear in the sea of ​​clouds.

A row of cranes flew leisurely by, and among the mountains, a purple aura rose into the sky from a certain peak, reflecting the morning glow.

This mountain is Wentian Peak, one of the seven main peaks of Tianyang Palace. Not to mention anything else, the Sword Pavilion, which is the object of the longing of countless sword cultivators all over the world, is located here.

A female swordswoman in a Taoist robe stepped into a pavilion and asked a young man who was offering incense.

"Senior brother, has Master not come out of seclusion yet? A powerful demon has appeared in Peach Blossom Town, and its demonic power is very strange."

"No rush, Master will be out of seclusion in another year."

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Volume 1: Chapter 26 Madam, you wouldn't want to see your child being bullied, would you?

"Hey, ha, hey!"

The autumn breeze was cool, the old trees had withered and turned yellow, and by the babbling brook, two chicks were wielding wooden longswords, swinging them one after another. They looked quite skilled, but in reality, they were only practicing the most basic sword moves, because their mother bird didn't know any powerful moves either.

I'm only thinking about building a solid foundation now, so that I might be able to use it someday.

Not far away, the mother bird stared intently, then suddenly sighed softly. This couldn't go on. She really wanted to find a sword manual so she could practice and teach at the same time, but reality was different. It wasn't like in martial arts novels, where a master would die in a cave and leave behind a powerful technique.

In fact, there are many caves in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and she has searched quite a few, but found nothing except some poisonous insects and bats. Her beautiful idea of ​​finding cultivation techniques and secret manuals in the caves ended as soon as it began.

For some reason, starting in early spring this year, Bai Qingyu had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was as if a voice in the dark was telling her that something big was about to happen, like a kind of instinctive feeling in her body.

Not only himself, Bai Qingyu also discovered that he could sense the fortunes and misfortunes of others. He didn't know where this ability came from. This feeling was somewhat similar to the merits and karmic obstacles in his body. They were equally ethereal yet real. If you didn't believe it, you could feel it. If you chose to believe it, you couldn't accurately predict when it would happen.

She wondered if this was some kind of racial talent, like how dragons can control water and rain to some extent.

"Aunt." Changsheng put the wooden sword aside and walked over with his demon sword on his back.

The little guy is already ten and a half years old this year, and although he is still young, he is remarkably mature.

With black hair and black eyes, dressed in a smart outfit, his hair and clothes looked very handsome under Bai Qingyu's styling. Coupled with the evil-looking demonic sword on his back, he was definitely a child version of the Chosen One.

Of course, these were all praises from Bai Qingyu for her son; there was no such thing as destiny.

Seeing that Changsheng seemed hesitant to speak, Bai Qingyu spoke first, "Just tell me what's on your mind. A real man should never be indecisive."

These words were most effective when spoken to Liu Changsheng, who immediately straightened his face.

"Aunt, I've recently noticed that the Demon Sword is acting a bit strange."

"Hmm? Tell me in detail, what's wrong?"

“I’ve discovered that the Demon Sword has been tempting me to use it lately, and…” He paused, frowning, “and last night, it seemed to actually speak.”

As Chang Sheng pulled out the demonic sword that was tied to his back with strips of cloth, he ran his hand over the blade, and the dim magma patterns on the sword suddenly brightened as if they had been activated. The whole sword looked even more sinister, as if it had a life of its own.

Changsheng wasn't just showing off by carrying the sword. He would feel a sharp pain in his heart if he was a certain distance away from it. In his own words, he had a connection with the sword. He could throw it away as a weapon, but he couldn't abandon it. So he simply carried it with him every day.

Bai Qingyu's expression was solemn as he raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the sword.

The longsword trembled slightly before obediently being held by Bai Qingyu. She was probably the second person besides Changsheng who could use it. Anyone else would be injured if they touched the hilt; Dongqing was an example of that.

Bai Qingyu raised the demonic sword and squinted as she examined the blade, which seemed to have nothing special about it.

"What did it say last night?"

"It told me to throw away that wooden sword and use it more often so that I could become stronger, and then follow its guidance to learn some kind of martial arts technique."

The Demon Sword did say that last night, and Changsheng remembers it very clearly.

"Technique..." Bai Qingyu lightly tapped the sword, and the blade immediately emitted a sword hum.

This sword is actually very heavy, conservatively estimated to be over 200 jin (100 kg). It is estimated that it was lifted by Changsheng because he signed some kind of contract with him.

"Can you understand human speech? If you are conscious, you should know who I am."

An eerie silence filled the air.

"All the demonic power I've transferred to Changsheng over the years has been absorbed by you, hasn't it? Since you're conscious, let's talk."

Still no one answered.

Bai Qingyu thought of something and returned the demonic sword to Changsheng. "Changsheng, listen to what it has to say and tell me."

The Demon Sword and Immortality are bound together. A sword cannot truly have life. Bai Qingyu guessed that this was just a wisp of the Demon Sword's consciousness. Over the years, it had absorbed all the demonic power that he had transmitted to Immortality. After passing through the weakened stage after being sealed, it was naturally able to speak.

Changsheng's expression was strange. "It said it didn't absorb your demonic energy, great demon."

"Great demon? Is that the original phrase?"

"Ah."

Bai Qingyu also looked at him strangely. Could this thing really communicate?

It's unclear how they spoke; it was probably a thought that was transmitted and then automatically translated by Changsheng's brain.

"Chang Sheng, ask about its origins."

"Okay." Changsheng nodded in agreement.

After a long silence, even Dongqing came over to join in the fun, but Changsheng shook his head and said, "No answer."

"Ask about the cultivation method."

"it is good."

After testing for quite some time, it was finally determined that the demonic sword was either out of power or too lazy to respond. Bai Qingyu looked solemn and didn't say much. He took a drop of Changsheng's blood and used his ability to sense fortune and misfortune to perceive it. Strangely, Changsheng would only have good fortune and no misfortune for a long time in the future.

"Never mind, I'll ask again when I have the chance."

The Demon Sword and Immortality are a match made in heaven. Bai Qingyu's only concern is Immortality's state of mind. Whether the Demon Sword will absorb his life force is unknown, but it will certainly affect his state of mind. To put it bluntly, if his heart is not firm enough, he may become a monster who only knows how to kill in the future.

Over the years, some signs have become apparent, and Bai Qingyu is gratified that Changsheng's heart is very firm.

·

After dinner, Bai Qingyu sat in the backyard as usual, finishing up the things she hadn't done during the day. Winter was approaching, and she needed to prepare new clothes for the two children, as they were growing quickly and their clothes from last year wouldn't fit this year.

The little white snake climbed up the table onto Bai Qingyu's body. Over the past two years, she had only grown to three meters tall, but her intelligence had improved considerably, and she could now play with Dongqing every day.

The little snake was a bit different today; it wrapped itself around Bai Qingyu's arm and pointed its tail at Changsheng's room.

Bai Qingyu was puzzled but followed him to the window and found that Changsheng was already fast asleep.

The little snake crawled to the window and pointed at the demon sword with the tip of its tail. Bai Qingyu understood and just as her hand touched the demon sword on the bed from the window, the voice belonging to Changsheng reached Bai Qingyu's ears.

"Don't be surprised. I'm just using my master's body to communicate with you, Great Demon. How about we make a deal?"

"You are her mother, surely you wouldn't want to see him achieve nothing, would you?"

“When I was living with my master, I saw some fragments of his memories that he himself was unaware of. You killed his biological parents.”

"What I'm trying to say is, tell him this, just say that you killed his parents, but don't tell him the truth."

"Isn't hatred a person's strongest motivation? Don't worry, I won't let him go crazy. A madman can't continue to grow stronger."

"Great Demon, no, Madam, what do you think?"

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Volume 1: Chapter 27 Taking the cub down the mountain?

Bai Qingyu laughed upon hearing this. The demonic sword was right. Hatred is indeed a great motivation that can make people stronger. However, in the process of hating, one's heart will also be distorted. The resentment in one's heart will already exist. Even if the misunderstanding is cleared up, things will never be the same again.

She knew exactly what she wanted. She didn't want her son to be incredibly powerful or achieve great things. She only hoped that he would have enough strength to protect himself in this world and extend his lifespan. That was all. If achieving this required him to become a twisted demon, then she would rather give up.

In her view, whether one is a righteous swordsman or a demon, it's all the same in the end. She hopes her child will live his own life instead of becoming a mindless machine driven by hatred.

Admittedly, as the Demon Sword said, he could use this incident to provoke Changsheng, directly telling him that he killed his biological parents, and then banish him from the Hundred Thousand Mountains with a wave of his sleeve. Once he was out there, he would surely become a great power with the Demon Sword and his own talent. And then what?

Is he happy with his life?

Is his life the free and independent life he wants?

I forced him to take up a sword and seek revenge, making him suddenly realize that my closest family member, my dearest aunt, had killed his parents, and that I should take revenge. It's easy to imagine the torment and despair this process would entail; all the beauty and fantasies in his heart would be ruthlessly destroyed, and everything from the past would be nothing but a bubble, so utterly false.

He grew stronger through suffering, and one day, having gained enough power, he angrily returned to the Ten Thousand Mountains, found the bird he had painstakingly raised, and began to take revenge on her.

Finally, let me say this hypocritically: Back then, your parents were inhuman. I fed you when you were still a baby. If I hadn't fed you, you would have died long ago. Your parents even spread rumors that I used poisoned milk to poison you. In reality, it was your parents who wanted to poison you. I arrived in time, saved you, and killed those heartless parents.

Bai Qingyu was certain that after she said these words, Changsheng would not kneel down and weep, saying that it was all his own fault, and then return to his peaceful life. On the contrary, he would feel incredulous and deeply disappointed, and finally leave dejectedly, never to return to this place again.

The reason is simple: her "white lie" to him was tantamount to denying everything about him, especially the painful memory of coming down the mountain, which made him feel like a joke.

Bai Qingyu looked at Changsheng sleeping soundly on the bed and replied to the Demon Sword, "No need, but your words reminded me that I should thank you properly."

This matter had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, and he didn't know how to explain it. He kept putting it off until now. But the words of the Demon Sword changed Bai Qingyu's mind. The child was young, but his mind was developing very quickly. He knew and understood everything. It would be better to find an opportunity to tell him about it.

Not to mention that the Demon Sword will definitely use this incident to provoke Changsheng in the future, just consider that when Changsheng grows up, will he not be curious about his own background? He can easily find out about the bird demon's killings back then by asking around in Peach Blossom Town.

This is about Changsheng's background. Besides that, Bai Qingyu also figured out something else.

“You like trading, then why don’t you listen to what I have to say? You’ve been hiding for so long, you can’t just be powerless to awaken. You’re risking everything to tell me this today, isn’t it because you don’t want Changsheng to live with me in this little valley forever? Fine, tell me your cultivation technique, and when he turns twelve, I will take him down the mountain.”

This time, it was the Demon Sword's turn to fall silent. Bai Qingyu's words hit the nail on the head. It knew that by communicating with Bai Qingyu, it had made her understand the risks that came with its newfound consciousness. These risks had to be taken, otherwise, its life of longevity in this small valley with this great demon would be wasted. Having finally encountered such a talented genius, it couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I decided to say this because I saw Bai Qingyu sighing day and night recently, worrying about the future of her two children.

This time, it wasn't the demonic sword bewitching Bai Qingyu, but rather Bai Qingyu bewitching the demonic sword.

“I know Changsheng’s talent better than you do. If I trusted him, I would have sent him down the mountain to become an apprentice long ago. Actually, it’s fine if he doesn’t go down the mountain. I would be willing to let Changsheng live here for the rest of his life. A hundred years of carefree life is better than a thousand years of despair and pain.”

"As a renowned demonic sword, you wouldn't want to see yourself wasted away here forever, would you?"

Bai Qingyu narrowed his phoenix eyes. "This is not the Fallen Immortal River, where people come and go. If you were to remain sealed here, I guarantee no one would be able to find you for ten thousand years."