Chapter 1 A Glimpse

A pretty, neatly dressed waitress served the young woman a cup of tea.

Then she turned back, told the chef to prepare the dishes, and whispered to her companion, "That customer... she's really good-looking."

"Yeah, yeah."

"She looks like a celebrity... and she doesn't look very old."

"She looks like a high school student."

"Is she going to try for the Shanghai Theater Academy or something?"

"Hey, do you think if we asked for an autograph now, we could sell it for a high price later?"

Xiao Qing put on her headphones and turned the music up as loud as she could, trying to block out the humans' stares. Snakes, especially spirit snakes like her who had gained sentience at a young age, preferred to be alone. Bai She was the first creature she'd encountered and lived with.

In short, her personality was naturally aloof and withdrawn, even a little socially awkward.

She couldn't understand the human tendency to group together.

And she especially couldn't stand being stared at like this, even if there was no malice.

But she still wasn't used to it.

If she were still in her spirit snake form, she would instinctively bite anyone who disturbed her. But, she hadn't had frog meat in a long time. The girl thought, after transforming into a human, her sister wouldn't let her eat things randomly, and humans hadn't widely included frogs in their diet back then.

Not to mention cooked so fragrantly.

The girl's large, bright pupils quietly looked around.

She looked at the dishes on the other tables.

And resisted the urge to snatch them.

She began to look forward to her own dishes.

This wasn't Yingzhou, there weren't so many demons, she didn't need to maintain her persona.

She didn't need to display her power to fight for her position in the demon race.

She found it very relaxing.

She thought for a moment, took out the chopsticks, and placed them neatly on the tableware, placing the glass of water a little further away.

She wiped the plate and chopsticks with a napkin.

And folded it neatly.

Then she sat there with her back straight, well-mannered and elegant.

Her eyes were bright and her expression was solemn.

Waiting quietly.

This posture and expectant gaze made the proprietress feel like the girl had a tail wagging behind her back.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and with her extensive doujinshi experience, she instantly made a judgment.

A beautiful, heroic, but socially awkward canine-type girl!

Excellent!

If this kind of girl were to be paired in a fanfic...

Would it be with a cool and aloof cat-type Daoist priest with a detached air?

Or a cheerful, silly dog-type character?

If the artist nicknamed 'Vodka-niang of the Zhenyao Museum's Second Floor Attic' were to draw a doujinshi, how would she draw it? She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, and images appeared in her mind.

Ahem, of course, it would be all-ages.

Although that artist was famous for her erotic doujinshi.

But, but she had also drawn all-ages works.

The all-ages pure love manga currently being serialized, "The Story of a Five-Thousand-Year-Old Single Fool Finally Finding Love"—

Also known as "I Want to Make You Suffer So Badly"—

Was being triumphantly serialized!

Countless NTR enthusiasts were beating their chests and stamping their feet, heartbroken that the original NTR chieftain had transitioned into a pure love warrior, and it wasn't even revealing, it was so pure it was practically celibate, but for some reason, the top fan 'Qi Family Saber Slices the Heads of Japanese Devils' was silent this time, even expressing support for all-ages content.

It was said that several of the artist's supporters were unconvinced and challenged the top fan to a solo fight offline.

The top fan, 'Qi Family Saber Slices the Heads of Japanese Devils,' readily agreed.

She didn't know how it went.

One against five, hopefully he didn't lose too badly…

When the waitress came, the proprietress chose to deliver the food herself.

Xiao Qing counted the numbers in her head with a dignified air.

Soon, her two-person meal was delivered. Whether it was an illusion or not, the proprietress saw her pupils light up, and the coldness on her face melted away. Xiao Qing picked up her chopsticks, ready to eat, when she suddenly paused.

She reached out and grabbed the proprietress's arm.

The latter was secretly watching the girl, struggling with whether or not to secretly take a picture.

She was pulled down by Xiao Qing and sat down.

She was shocked.

A deafening crash!

The next moment, the restaurant's bright glass shattered, the sharp shards flying out like shooting knives, even faster than a machine gun. Then, a blue shared bicycle slid in at an exaggerated angle, drawing a huge arc as it scraped along the ground and crashed into the restaurant.

Such an entrance, such a pose.

It was just like those hard-headed thugs who robbed banks in old Western movies.

Except the shared bicycle was too embarrassing a ride.

Xiao Qing's pupils glowed slightly, changing from the disguised bright brown to red, while the center of her pupils was a clear gold.

The crimson red made the girl's temperament wild and dangerous.

The clear and vast gold had an indescribable mystery and majesty.

The shattered glass froze.

Then, it lost its momentum and fell.

It didn't harm any ordinary people. The proprietress, who had been pulled away by Xiao Qing, avoiding the shower of glass shards, stared blankly as the heroic, handsome, socially awkward girl transformed in an instant into a powerful master with a dragon-like majestic and mysterious aura.

There was also a hint of ferocity and wildness.

Seeming to reveal her past.

And Xiao Qing slowly lowered her head, looking at her food.

She saw that the guy speeding on the shared bicycle had caused dust to fill the air, and it had landed on the tender meat of the bullfrogs.

Covering it with a layer of grayish-black stuff.

The red in the girl's eyes gradually overtook the gold.

Ferocity emerged.

My frog meat…

You're finished!

At this time, the hard-headed thug immediately performed a standard roll, avoiding the several streams of light outside, and hid behind the counter. The streams of light landed, they were standard-issue talismans, some transformed into lightning, some into flames, with considerable power.

Outside were three members of a special operations team wearing modified Daoist robes.

"You're surrounded!"

"Surrender immediately and come back with us to investigate your criminal record."

The man who had ridden the shared bicycle in gritted his teeth and shouted, "What crime have I committed? I'm just cultivating for myself. What do you people who have grown up in Daoist sects know! In the path of cultivation, if you don't advance, you retreat. I must fight for other people's resources!"

"If you come any closer, I'll attack!"

"There are many people here. If my talisman array explodes…"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He felt as if there was some tall, majestic being behind him.

As if a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him.

Making his spine stiff, making him feel fear.

Making him feel that all his Daoist skills and cultivation were frozen, unable to be used.

So tall!

So majestic!

Was it, was it a Daoist master?!

He was bewildered and miserable, feeling as if he had stumbled into some kind of trap set by the Daoist special operations team. No, that couldn't be it. Then, could it be that his actions had offended some incredible grandmaster?

He felt both bleak and inexplicably proud and conceited.

Although he was being captured.

But the great things he had done, the bold actions he had taken before, his spirit of resistance.

Had actually attracted the attention of such a master?

It wasn't in vain.

A true man doesn't eat five cauldrons while alive, but is also cooked in five cauldrons when he dies!

It wasn't in vain!

Mustering his last courage, his last unwillingness, his last tragic spirit, he struggled to turn his head, wanting to at least see clearly before he died, which master had ambushed him.

He turned his head, his gaze subconsciously rising, wanting to see that tall being.

He froze.

There was nothing there.

Only in the corner of his eye below did he see a black round bun.

There was a strand of black hair sticking up.

He blurted out,

"So short?!"

After he said those words, a fierce look appeared in the eyes of the delicate, petite girl, and she raised her hand and chopped him unconscious with a single hand blade. Even the activated talisman array was directly shattered. Her chest heaved with anger, and the strand of hair sticking up from her bun swayed.

"Damn it..."

Xiao Qing let out a breath, wishing she could smash him into a pulp with one punch, but the teachings she had received since childhood prevented her from doing such a thing. She could only sullenly go back. The proprietress seemed to see what was going on and said, "Then, shall I make you a new pot?"

At this time, the three members of the special operations team also came in to thank her.

"This person obtained left-handed methods from somewhere and caused a lot of trouble."

"Thank you for your help."

One of the Daoists thanked her, but Xiao Qing's expression was cold and indifferent.

The attitude of keeping people at arm's length made the Daoists a little embarrassed. Just as they were about to leave after thanking her, the Eight Trigrams compass hanging from their waists suddenly lit up. This was a special item used by the special operations team to find demons and monsters.

Like how a three-hundred-year-old wild boar demon had ravaged countless cornfields some time ago.

A group of cultivators had found it using this thing.

But back then, when facing the wild boar demon, the Eight Trigrams compass only lit up slightly, like a faint light.

At this moment, the Eight Trigrams compass burst with light, as if it was about to burn itself to ashes.

It seemed like some guy was shouting at the top of his lungs, "Up here, up here, there's a monster!"

Completely disregarding whether it could handle it.

And under the Eight Trigrams compass, the girl frowned, her clear pupils turning into snake pupils.

Wild, powerful, majestic, even with a hint of indescribable charm.

The Daoist's expression changed drastically: "Millennium demon king..."

The girl frowned, her tone cold and indifferent: "No..."

"Fifteen hundred years."

In the depths of her red pupils was the gold of a dragon species.

The Eight Trigrams compass shattered.

The Daoists shouted in unison, "Retreat, contact Senior Grandmaster!"

The proprietress didn't know what to do, at a loss.

And Xiao Qing stood up, her palm turning into the shape of a dragon's claw, covered with layers of scales, her pupils were snake pupils, and the roots of her hair emitted a green color, revealing a bit of her true form. She was different from her sister. Bai Suzhen was always insistent on fighting as a human, while Xiao Qing didn't care at all about her demon origins.

Just as a battle was about to break out.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

"Excuse me, please make way, thank you."

Accompanied by the sound of a shared bicycle.

A second blue shared bicycle appeared outside the door.

??!

The Daoists were dumbfounded.

Even in this situation, a strange thought couldn't help but pop into his head.

Was it an accomplice of the previous person?

The second thought.

A shared bicycle criminal syndicate?!

What kind of monstrous thing was this?

Except this time, the person riding the bike didn't speed in like the first one, but instead rode in like they were out buying groceries, with a plastic bag in their hand containing fresh cabbage, the stalks as white as snow, the leaves green, clearly high-quality.

Everything was like going out to buy groceries, prematurely entering the salted fish life of retirement.

Enviable.

If only there wasn't a phone for navigation.

As the youth parked his bike, the navigation on his phone happened to prompt:

"You have traveled seven hundred and thirty kilometers."

"The destination is on your left."

"Cycling navigation has ended."

"This trip is free."

??!

The older Daoist, in his thirties, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seven hundred and thirty kilometers, more than fourteen hundred li?

What, what kind of monstrous thing was this?!

A shared bicycle reborn as a thousand-mile horse?

Then, taking a closer look, he suddenly felt familiar, and immediately recognized the person from his mind. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly shouted, "Curator Wei, Curator Wei, there's a demon here!"

For some reason, an image of a fat-headed, big-eared figure shouting popped into his head:

'Senior Brother, Senior Brother, there's a demon here.'

The look and atmosphere were too similar.

"I came precisely for the demon."

"It seems I've arrived just in time."

Wei Yuan replied humorously.

Then he parked his bicycle, walked forward, and looked ahead with a calm expression.

Then, he saw a familiar face, and that familiar hairpin.

He saw the girl's signature eyes, full of wildness and provocation when raised.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

No,

It seems I've arrived at the wrong time.