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

Finally, one day, a storm struck.

While resting inside, Bai Qingyu suddenly remembered something and hurriedly went outside.

Clad in the darkness of night, braving the storm, they soared into the sky and arrived above the fishing village.

The wind and rain were relentless, snapping trees and even ripping off the roofs of some houses.

Undoubtedly, this was a natural disaster.

How could such a small village withstand such a disaster? Countless houses were destroyed, and fishing boats were blown away and capsized. Bai Qingyu alone saw five villagers blown away by the wind, and other villagers were at sea, perishing in the ocean along with their boats.

The good news is that the disaster did not last long.

Even so, the damage caused by the storm to the village was enormous. Fishing nets and boats were their livelihoods, houses were destroyed, and people even died.

Bai Qingyu saw the Son of God desperately saving people in the raging wind, even though the people he saved had once beaten him.

Looking at the devastation in the village, Bai Qingyu knew that the Son of God was finished. Under such a disaster, the first thing the villagers would think of must be...

"Son of God, what is this guy good for? You are responsible for the village's losses."

The storm subsided, and it was already late at night.

Interestingly, a group of villagers somehow started a fire and came out of the village carrying torches.

They were all fierce-looking men, and under the leadership of the village chief, they surrounded the wasteland on the beach.

Just as Bai Qingyu had thought.

They felt that Huang was responsible for this.

Only by sacrificing the wilderness could they appease the sea god's anger.

The villagers remained silent, neither shouting nor uttering angry curses.

Led by the village chief, more than a hundred men approached Huang step by step, forcing Huang to retreat step by step.

The most terrifying thing is the deathly silence.

With wounds all over his body, Huang whimpered as he retreated into the boundless night and into the icy waves.

Never before had I felt such pain and despair. Bai Qingyu's words echoed in my ears, and for the first time, I realized how terrifying everyone in the village truly was.

They kept saying that Bai Qingyu was a monster in the skin of a beauty, but in Huang's eyes at this moment, they were the ones who were demons and monsters in human skin.

As the sea engulfed the child, and the villagers knelt in devout prayer, towering waves surged forth from the ocean.

The villagers reacted too late; they were swallowed by the waves before they could even let out a scream.

In the sky, Bai Qingyu was finally able to move. Just moments before, it seemed something had been locking her in place, preventing her from directly intervening. Just like the moment Huang left her courtyard a few days ago, it seemed Heaven didn't want her to rewrite that ending.

Bai Qingyu saw a cultivator kneeling on the ground, laughing wildly, saying that he had avenged his senior sister.

Just as he was about to escape, a wooden umbrella suddenly flew over and cleanly and decisively shattered the cultivator's head.

Ignoring her umbrella, Bai Qingyu jumped into the sea and rescued Huang, who was about to be swallowed by the water.

Huang did not die. When he woke up and saw Bai Qingyu for the first time, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

In the end, it was all for naught.

The village he poured his heart and soul into was ultimately not as good as the older sister in front of him, who was called a demon.

A tsunami swallowed the entire village and the so-called Son of God.

The former Son of God has vanished forever into the night.

Bai Qingyu rescued not the Child of God, but the Desolate One.

As the black mist above the desolate peak dissipated, revealing a dazzling starry sky, Bai Qingyu knew that this was his transformation.

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Volume 1: Chapter 91 Wilderness and the Peach Blossom Fairy

When emotionally overwhelmed, crying is the most direct way to release emotions.

After crying, my emotions gradually stabilized.

Bai Qingyu half-squatted in front of him, reaching out to stroke his head, using her warm demonic power to dispel the coldness from his body. Her gentle movements made Huang feel as if he were enveloped in a warm current.

"Come home with me."

Huang raised his head and stared blankly at Bai Qingyu. Especially when he saw the faint sorrow on Bai Qingyu's face, the emotions he had just controlled almost surged up again. He wiped away his tears and pulled Bai Qingyu's hand to stand up.

"Ok!"

Flying into the sky with Huang Teng, Bai Qingyu saw that the waves below had calmed down after swallowing the villagers. Perhaps their deaths had given hope to the rest of the village. If things continued like this, not only would these hundred or so people be destroyed, but the entire village would be wiped out.

However, even if the village wasn't destroyed by the waves, the remaining villagers would no longer be able to live there. Most of the houses were destroyed, and the villagers who could work were all taken away by the huge waves. The remaining women and children would definitely leave and flee to other places.

Before long, only a few elderly people will remain in this fishing village, and then it will disappear forever along with the village into the river of time. It can only be said that this ending is the choice the villagers themselves made; they have no one to blame but themselves. The moment they raised their sticks against the Son of God, the ending was already sealed.

Rather than thinking about these things, Bai Qingyu had something else on her mind.

What exactly was the force that stopped her from going down?

It didn't seem like fate. She had previously thought it was an ending arranged by fate that no one could rewrite, but now, looking at it again, it seemed that it wasn't.

Having dealt with fortune and misfortune every day, and even survived a tribulation, Bai Qingyu was very familiar with the power of the heavens. The one who controlled her just now was definitely not the heavens.

What exactly is that?

It couldn't be that she was using her own power, could it? The black mist obscuring his head—understanding that would probably reveal what was hindering her.

She didn't think of the title "Child of God," which was given to her by those ignorant villagers. Huang himself was a special kind of "demon" recorded in the Demon Book. Compared to "god," Bai Qingyu preferred to believe that Huang from the previous life was giving him a trial in this life.

In short, no matter what, the goal has definitely been achieved.

A dazzling starry sky appeared above Huang's head. Bai Qingyu couldn't understand what the scene represented, but what was certain was that Huang's talent was extremely strong, even stronger than Dongqing and Changsheng, and on par with Shuten-dōji.

Shuten-dōji and Ara are incredibly talented. Bai Qingyu even suspects that they might be the so-called "chosen ones," otherwise how could they have such strong talents?

A fishing village produced two powerful demons with extraordinary talents. It's unclear whether this village has exceptionally good feng shui or something else.

They returned to the courtyard, where everyone was already fast asleep. Bai Qingyu left Huang in the courtyard for the time being and said softly, "Wait for me here for a bit. I'll tidy up your room for you. From now on, if you don't mind, you can stay here with me."

He turned and went inside, tidied up the last empty room, and lit an oil lamp.

In the courtyard, Huang stood there, gazing blankly in the direction of the fishing village, lost in thought. Bai Qingyu came over and led him into the house, taking off his shirt. The child's injuries had only been bandaged a few days ago, and now the seawater had reopened many of them.

One can only imagine how painful it must have been for that open wound to be soaked in seawater.

Sitting on the bed, the orange flame of the oil lamp overhead illuminated the small room, creating a feeling of warmth and security—a stark contrast to the feeling of being swallowed by the sea. Huang slightly raised his head and whispered a thank you.

His eyes had lost their light. He was a child who still loved the village even after being beaten and covered in bruises. Bai Qingyu had seen Huang before and compared him to now, which is why she found it absurd and laughable.

"Compared to the Son of God, I still prefer your other name, Wilderness."

"I don't want to say much about the fishing village matter; it's all in the past. Get some rest. Once you've thought it through, you can talk to me if you don't mind."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Bai Qingyu took some desserts she had made from the kitchen and silently left the room. There was no point in saying anything now; she needed him to figure it out himself. It wouldn't be too late to have a proper talk with him later.

Bai Qingyu left, leaving Huang alone in the room. Huang remained seated in that position until a ray of light began to appear outside the window, at which point he finally raised his head.

Unable to bear the hunger, Huang turned his head to look at a plate of desserts and dried meat by the bedside. He tried to reach out and take a piece, putting it in his mouth. At first, he chewed slowly, but gradually his movements became faster and more violent. Using both hands, he stuffed all the desserts into his mouth in a few bites, making his cheeks bulge.

The sweet but not cloying soft and chewy texture in his mouth, along with the fruity aroma of the pastries, stimulated his taste buds. Huang Da's chewing speed gradually slowed down, and tears blurred his vision. Sometimes, emotional breakdowns happen so suddenly, and the reasons for them are unimaginable.

The ten-year-old child ate and cried, unable to stop the tears. The dessert had a bitter saltiness in addition to the sweetness.

No one knew he was in the village, and he had never eaten anything so delicious before. He ate the leftovers of the villagers, and later there were no leftovers at all, so he had to catch fish himself.

He had to hide from the villagers while fishing, because if they saw him, they would either snatch his fish away or beat him. In the villagers' words, fishing was disrespectful to the sea for the son of God; how could the son of the sea harm its creatures?

So he often went hungry, waiting until the villagers had rested before going into the sea to catch some fish to eat.

Before long, Huang finished eating all the food Bai Qingyu had left behind. Wiping away his tears, Huang got up and walked out of the house into the courtyard.

At this time, everyone is asleep.

Huang dared not make too much noise, sitting on the swing with his head down, swinging back and forth listlessly.

Today is the last time he will shed tears, Huang silently vowed in his heart.

He never wanted to experience that icy seawater again.

If Bai Qingyu had arrived earlier, and if I had listened to her advice, how wonderful that would have been.

Perhaps we shouldn't have treated humans gently in the first place, but rather controlled them forcefully. My naive self developed feelings for them because of a little bit of false kindness, and feelings ultimately clouded my judgment, leading to a grave mistake.

Ara wanted his naive self to disappear forever into the night, and from this day forward, he would no longer be the son of God, but Ara.

Looking back, eight years of heartfelt dedication have yielded this result.

If Bai Qingyu hadn't come to his rescue, he would probably have perished in the icy sea.

Eight years of effort cannot compare to a few days of meeting her.

"What a gentle person she is. No wonder she gained Zhen's trust."

Muttering to himself, Huang was moved by Bai Qingyu's gentleness and also reflected on the fatal mistakes he had made over the years. Everyone said he was weak-willed, and that was absolutely true.

"It won't be like that anymore!"

It's ridiculous to think about it now. If he hadn't run into Bai Qingyu near the village a few days ago and been brought back by her for treatment, he probably wouldn't be where he is today. He would have been captured by those villagers and handed over to that damned human cultivator in the village.

Whether human or demon, if someone lends a helping hand when you're at your lowest point, you'll be incredibly grateful to that person and unconsciously develop a positive impression of them.

This is probably how Bai Qingyu felt about Huang.

He saved him from danger more than once, and in Huang's eyes, he owed him two lives. At this moment, the more resentment he harbored towards the village, the more goodwill he felt towards Bai Qingyu.

For Huang, all the villagers had given him over the past eight years was a little bit of hypocritical kindness, while Bai Qingyu gave him genuine tenderness.

If Bai Qingyu knew Huang's thoughts, she would feel helpless yet also like reality was surreal.

These villagers are beyond description in terms of their ignorance. In comparison, even if someone just threw a piece of bread at Huang by the roadside, Huang would feel that it was better than these villagers treating him well.

Early in the morning, Bai Qingyu yawned as she walked out of the house. As soon as she entered the yard, she saw Huang sweeping the yard with a broom. After a night of wind and rain, the yard was covered with fallen leaves. Bai Qingyu had planned to trick Shuten into cleaning the yard, but she didn't expect that someone had already done it.

"Sister Bai!" Bai Qingyu came out, and Huang rarely showed a smile.

This smile doesn't mean he's gone back to the past; on the contrary, it's a sign of his transformation. He has accepted his past foolishness and vowed to make changes.

"It seems you've come to your senses. I thought you'd need at least three days." Bai Qingyu stretched.