Chapter 4: Bathing, Picking Up a Handsome Youth

“Run!” With another shrill scream from the female bear demon, she grabbed the male wolf demon and turned to flee.

However, the way her excess fat jiggled and swayed significantly hindered her escape speed... Panicked, the male wolf demon hoisted the fat woman onto his shoulders, his legs moving as if propelled by the wind, and they quickly vanished from sight.

Yun Jin shrugged and did not give chase; in truth, with her current speed, she wouldn't have been able to catch them anyway.

Demons possessed an exceptionally keen perception of danger nearby. The male and female demons from just now had merely been intimidated by the thick killing intent emanating from her, causing them to flee in a panic.

Still, if they truly had to fight, although she had no cultivation, she relied on the combat skills she had honed in her past life; it was not yet certain who would emerge victorious.

She reached out her hand, held her breath, and focused all her concentration on pushing her spiritual power toward her palm. A faint green light flickered in her palm, flashing briefly before fading away.

Is that it? Watching her palm flicker between green and white without producing the flames that represented the convergence of spiritual power, Yun Jin shook her head helplessly.

Useless? A waste? Yun Jin withdrew her hand into her sleeve and gave a cold smile.

Even so, she truly did not believe that after having survived the bloody storms and life-and-death struggles of her past life, she would be unable to carve out a small corner of the world for herself!

The bullying and humiliation she had suffered over these years, their mockery and ridicule, and the pain and torment that the simple and kind little Guozhi had endured—she remembered it all!

However—

Yun Jin looked down at her water-green long dress. On the soft fabric were dark, messy patches of ash and tar from the recent explosion.

Her brow furrowed deeply. The priority right now was to find a place to wash herself clean.

Finding a secluded mountain spring, Yun Jin slowly removed her soiled clothing.

Beneath the long dress, her body was graceful and slender, with exquisite and perfectly proportioned curves. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythmic swell, and as the smooth lines slid toward her waist, they tapered with startling narrowness.

Like a nimble fish leaping into the water, Yun Jin dove in, sometimes diving underwater to twist and roll, and sometimes surfacing to shake her head and breathe. She splashed the water playfully with her hands, sending sprays of droplets falling against her face like fine, misty rain.

Suddenly, she froze, her ears twitching slightly—

Someone was there!

Heavy footsteps approached from a distance; it sounded like two people.

She quietly sank lower, hiding behind the reeds and peering through the gaps.

The footsteps stopped about a dozen meters away from her. "Look, quick! Someone is lying here!"

"Ooh, we've found a treasure! You can tell just by looking that this one has plenty of spiritual power! It must be delicious!"

"Carry them away?"

"Carry them away, carry them away."

Yun Jin’s lips twitched silently. Were all the demons in these mountains just gluttons? Was every person with poor character destined to become food in their mouths?

She lifted her head slightly and saw only the corner of a white garment.

Just as the two demons' demonic claws reached toward the unconscious "food," a sudden, intense burst of white light erupted from the clothing. Following two loud *bangs* accompanied by the screams of the two demons, two small black dots flew off toward the horizon...

Yun Jin emerged from the reeds, quickly dressed herself, and walked toward the lying figure.

It was actually a handsome youth.

He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Lying by the water, his wet clothes clung to his body, revealing a tall and slender frame. His cheeks were smooth and radiant, shimmering under the sunlight. Although his narrow phoenix eyes were tightly shut, his face was somewhat pale, and his lips had lost their color, but this did not diminish the splendor of his face at all; if anything, it added a sense of pitiable charm.

His black hair, dampened by the water, had several strands clinging to his face, making the ink-black hair appear even darker and his complexion even paler.

Had this scene occurred under the moonlight amidst flowers, it would have been an exquisitely beautiful sight—a solitary man and woman, their beauty alluring.