The lonely journey of the cold fairy

Chapter 11 The fog begins

In the middle of the night, Bai Siyao suddenly awoke.

She opened her eyes, staring at the bed curtains for a moment before slowly sitting up. The surrounding silence was almost unbelievable. The old servant assigned by her family to care for her usually snored like thunder when asleep, but now, there was not a sound. This courtyard was located in a remote area, and the night winds often howled as they passed through, yet at this moment, there was only an eerie silence.

She moved cautiously, got out of bed, and put on her clothes. Reaching into her sleeve, she felt the protective talisman she had prepared a few days ago, still safely tucked away, which gave her a slight sense of relief.

As she pushed open the door, the sense of impending danger finally became real.

A fog had settled in.

The thick mist covered everything, reducing visibility to just a few steps ahead.

Bai Siyao turned back, retrieved a decorative sword from the wall, and opened the door to the side room. As expected, it was empty—no servants, no maids.

She quickly came to a conclusion. While this was still the Bai family estate, she had been pulled into another dimension.

There was no doubt—this had to be the work of her great-uncle. He must have discovered that his secret had been uncovered.

Bai Siyao sighed inwardly. The Bai family massacre years ago had always been a mystery to her. She had suspected foul play but could never find any clues. She hadn't expected the Reincarnation Mirror to trace it back to her own family, revealing that the seed of disaster had been planted here.

Her great-uncle, perhaps having lost hope of achieving immortality, had resorted to deviant methods, using the people of the city to feed a demon for his cultivation.

The demon plundered wherever it went, and the evil god twisted people's hearts. Through the Yin-Yang Umbrella, these dark forces gathered under the Yellow Springs Tree, becoming his nourishment.

In the original timeline, without her intervention, Huo Chongxiao likely stopped his investigation at the farmhouse, believing his mission was complete. Qingyun City wasn't a critical stronghold, and Danxia Palace would not have conducted a thorough investigation, so the matter would have been left unresolved.

Thus, decades passed, leading to a catastrophe.

Bai Siyao stepped out of the courtyard, identified her direction, and headed toward the Qinghe Courtyard.

The mist was thick with evil energy, highly corrosive to the soul. Fortunately, as a master of demonic arts, Bai Siyao had her own secret techniques. By circulating her power, she opened up a small domain within her inner realm to store the harmful energy.

As a result, not only was her cultivation unaffected, but it also grew stronger, making her feel even more at ease.

Bai Siyao exhaled, feeling a sense of lightness. Her foundation in Daoist arts had been destroyed when she defected from Danxia Palace, forcing her to turn to demonic cultivation. Now, back in her younger self with shallow cultivation, her methods didn't quite align with her new foundation, making them cumbersome to use.

However, with the demonic energy now bolstering her, she could once again employ some of her former techniques.

"Help! Help!" A desperate scream, faintly familiar, pierced the fog.

Bai Siyao turned toward the sound, seeing someone stumbling out of a courtyard, pursued by several black flames.

"Father! Mother! Help me!" Bai Mengxing, running frantically, spotted someone in the corridor and dashed toward them. "Help me! Help me!"