Scholar and Female Demon

Just as Scholar was thinking, a young man rushed in from outside. "Mr. Murong, the Baili Family's child is about to give birth. The elder wants you to hurry over and prepare to deliver the child."

Upon hearing this, Murong Lang quickly stuffed the metal book in his hand into the bookshelf. "Let's go. We'll go over now."

Murong Lang opened his hand, and a cyan Wind Spirit Butterfly spread its wings. A breeze blew over, making his steps as fast as the wind. Each step was 100 feet.

In a few leaps, he ran across the black glass-covered mountain ridge, and rushed towards a village at the foot of the mountain.

The village was covered in black glazed caves, and each of them had a wooden house within it. When Murong Lang arrived, the villagers who were waiting anxiously outside finally saw their savior.

"Mr. Murong is here!"

"Sir, you're just in time."

Murong Lang approached the wooden house. "Has it started?"

An old woman said, "It'll start right away."

As the old woman who delivered the baby walked into the wooden house, Murong Lang flew to the roof of the wooden house, and waited attentively for the lightning to descend so that he could guide it elsewhere.

After an hour, he finally heard a baby cry from the wooden house.

Murong Lang raised his hand, and threw a Thunder Gu into the child's father's hand. "Hurry up and let the child contract a lightning Gu!"

The child's father replied, "Alright, I'll go now."

The dark clouds in the sky changed, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm struck down toward the wooden house!

The Thunder Butterfly on Murong Lang's chest flapped its wings and caught the bolt of lightning. Then, it led it to the black glazed ground in the distance.

After more than 10 breaths, another bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. It was attracted by the Thunder Butterfly again and directed elsewhere.

As the thunderbolts fell, the baby in the wooden house cried louder like a ghost.

After receiving more than 10 bolts of lightning, the baby's cries turned from intense to weak. Murong Lang also had a bad feeling.

He received three more bolts of lightning, and no more lightning struck.

Murong Lang could no longer hear the sound of a baby crying. He looked at the child's father, who was slowly walking out of the wooden house. He was holding a ball of charcoal that was curled up in his hand.

Murong Lang's heart did not fluctuate much, but he felt a little helpless.

He had seen too many such things.

Murong Lang said softly, "Sorry."

The child's father seemed to be used to all of this. "Mr. Murong, you don't have to be sorry.

"It's because this child's life is too short. He can't withstand the favor of the Nine Tribulation True Monarch."

Murong Lang sighed. 'It's time to go back and apply for the water spirit.'

…

Early in the morning, Chen Qing steamed two steamed buns, and ate them with pickled vegetables before preparing to go to the spirit plant elder to receive work.

There were many people there, so he could get some information.

As expected, when he arrived at the entrance of the spirit plant garden, a few senior brothers and sisters were discussing what had happened last night.

The fact that three senior brothers from Carefree Mountain were swaggering around the market to kill the evil cultivator was something that couldn't be hidden.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, an evil cultivator came to the market at the foot of the mountain!"

"Another evil cultivator appeared? Only one, huh? He's really not afraid of death."

"What do you know? This evil cultivator is an evil cultivator of the Aurora Cult!"

"Ah, the Aurora Cult. Have they caught him yet?"

"I heard he ran away."

"What's the cultivation level of that evil cultivator? He can actually escape?"

"He ran away under the siege of three senior brothers at the seventh level of Qi Refining. What cultivation level do you think he has?"

Chen Qing thought to himself, wouldn't he be at the ninth level of Qi Refining?

He shouldn't be someone at the Foundation Building. Otherwise, it would be the evil cultivator chasing after the three disciples of Carefree Mountain.

It was good that he had escaped. The evil cultivator probably wouldn't dare to come to Carefree Mountain for the time being.

If he did, he wouldn't come to the foot of the mountain. The senior brothers and sisters who specialized in fighting outside were enough to make him suffer.

Even if the evil cultivator again appeared and caught him, Chen Qing didn't care.

Could you believe the evil cultivator's words?

Moreover, there had been so many Carefree Mountain disciples in the marketplace last night. How could the other party be sure that it was Chen Qing?

They didn't know that the evil cultivator had given the bronze ghost mask to Chen Qing.

Feeling that there shouldn't be any problems, Chen Qing accepted the job and went on duty.

He did not know if those Red Lotus and Scholar had tried what he said.

'There's no hurry. I'll find out in half a month.'

In order to ensure his safety, Chen Qing did not take on any work at the foot of the mountain for the past few days, and stayed in the spirit plant garden obediently.

After working for seven days, there was still no news. Chen Qing guessed that the evil cultivator had to have gone far away, so the former started to take over the work around the mountain.

However, he still did not go to any relatively far place. He only took jobs within a five-kilometer radius.

After accumulating materials for a period of time, he would be able to turn his grass darling into a butterfly. This was his first time turning Gu into a butterfly, so he did not know what to take note of.

If there was any accident by any chance, that would be a major matter.

Now, the grass darling was his life!

Therefore, after the world's value1, Chen Qing strolled to the market at the foot of the mountain, preparing to buy some books related to the transformation of Gu insects into butterflies.

These things were usually unreliable. They were all copied.

It was easy to make mistakes while copying. Sometimes, the difference of one word was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Chen Qing had invested so much into his grass darling, so he naturally wouldn't save money at such a critical moment.

Therefore, he came to the shop that Carefree Mountain had specially set up at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as he walked into the shop, a senior sister from Carefree Mountain called out to him enthusiastically, "What do you want, handsome junior brother?"

Chen Qing was never timid in front of such enthusiastic female cultivators. After all, they were passionate about his spirit stones, not him.

"Senior Sister, I'm looking for some books related to Gu insect cultivation."

The enthusiastic senior sister asked, "What type is it?"

Chen Qing said, "Those related to turning into a butterfly."

At this point, the senior sister of Mount Carefree looked at him in surprise. "Junior Brother, are you preparing the butterfly transformation of a Gu insect at such a young age?"

Chen Qing said, "I just want to know more about it."

This senior sister did not ask further, and led him to the library. "It's all here. Junior Brother, take your time to choose."

Chen Qing glanced over.

<Insights into Cultivating Sword Gu>

<Gu 101 Insect Butterfly Transformation>

<The Essentials of Catching Wild Gu Insects>

<Butterfly Transformation — Expert Understanding>

<The Essentials of the Usage Sword Gu>

<Gu insects: Cultivation and Daily Care>

…

'Hmm, between <Butterfly Transformation — Expert Understanding> and <Gu 101 Insect Butterfly Transformation>, which one should I buy?'

Chen Qing picked the two up and took a look at the introduction. The content was different.

Looking at the author's name again, it was actually the same person!

'Writing two books for one aspect of knowledge and earning two portions of money, right?

'Yu Daoxiong, I'll remember you!'

Wait a minute, it seemed to be the name of the spirit plant elder!

Who could have thought!!

Chen Qing secretly cursed the spirit plant elder for not being human, and took the two books to settle the bill.

One book cost 10 low-grade Spirit Stones, and two books cost him 20 low-grade Spirit Stones!

Forget it, for the sake of the grass darling, this was money that had to be spent.

After returning to his cave abode, Chen Qing lit the lamp, and began to read the two books carefully.

After reading for an hour, Chen Qing finally understood the gist of it. "It's not a waste. It's written in more detail.

"This way, the grass darling will have a higher chance of turning into a butterfly."