Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Stubborn Demonic Cultivator for Life

The blazing flames surged straight toward her head. Ning Xianyu fumbled desperately, trying to conjure a protective barrier, but her spiritual power refused to obey—no matter how she tried, it simply wouldn’t respond. She wanted to run, but had no idea which direction to flee; flames surrounded her on all sides, and she couldn’t outrun them anyway.

Helpless, she wrapped her oversized robe around her head and squatted down on the ground. She surrendered herself to fate, resigned to whatever might come.

She expected searing pain to follow, but after waiting a while, nothing happened at all. Puzzled, Ning Xianyu cautiously lifted her sleeve and peered outside.

To her astonishment, the world before her was indeed ablaze, and she was surrounded by fire. Yet, for some reason, the flames seemed to deliberately avoid her, burning all around but leaving her untouched.

Could it be—she finally possessed some magical power after transmigrating, granting her immunity to fire?

Boldly, Ning Xianyu reached out. The flames really did retreat, not daring to touch her.

Was she, perhaps, a fire deity in her previous life? Did ordinary flames pay their respects, never daring to offend her?

She began piling imaginary blessings upon herself, weaving one grand, absurd story after another about her legendary secret identity. But before she could finish basking in her invented glory, a memory surfaced.

She’d been burned before—last time, the fire certainly hadn’t avoided her. When she helped at the kitchen outside the Jade Immortal Sect, she’d accidentally burned her hair and clothes, and the pain had given her an excuse to take seven days off, loafing about for half a month.

Could it be that Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s body was fireproof?

She’d never heard such a thing.

The demon beast, seeing she hadn’t been burned to death, focused its efforts on her alone.

Seizing the opportunity, Xuan Yuan Tunhan leapt up and sliced off the beast’s head with a single stroke. The demon beast perished, the flames died down, and Ning Xianyu was left crouching on the ground, clutching her robe, bewildered.

“It’s the fur of the Flame Lion Beast,” the long-lost system suddenly spoke, clearing her confusion. “Its fur can repel fire. The Devil Lord is truly generous, giving you his most valuable treasure.”

Ning Xianyu asked in disbelief, “Just a tuft of fur can have such a powerful effect?”

She’d thought Xuan Yuan Tunhan had given her the fur as a joke, never imagining it would actually be so useful.

The system replied, “Think about it. The Flame Lion Beast is massive, yet only grows this one tuft of fur. How precious must it be?”

She had to admit, there was sense in that.

“The Devil Lord is really so good to me?” she murmured, feeling somewhat moved by his generosity.

She gazed at Xuan Yuan Tunhan with teary eyes, trying to flatter him in a small voice, “Ancestor, is it the fur you gave me that lets me avoid fire?”

She’d never expected such kindness from him.

Watching her emotional display, Xuan Yuan Tunhan sneered. “You flatter yourself. I merely wished to protect my own body.”

“Well... thank you anyway.”

Doused with cold water, Ning Xianyu couldn’t complain, so she shuffled off to grumble to herself.

“I knew he wasn’t that nice,” she thought.

“Haha,” the system chuckled.

“By the way, where were you just now? Why didn’t you answer when I called?” she asked.

The system had wandered off, worrying her immensely. If she were abandoned in this world alone, she truly lacked even the will to survive.

The system hesitated. “I’ll explain when I have time. Be careful—demonic cultivators are approaching.”

Ning Xianyu sensed around and indeed, a group of demon cultivators was rushing toward them.

There were about ten, all burly and dressed in scant, revealing clothes, their muscular chests and abs exposed.

Ning Xianyu admired them briefly, then sighed, “Too bad their faces don’t match their muscles.”

If only their faces were better, this wouldn’t look like a parade of monsters.

The group moved with astonishing speed, arriving almost instantly. Seeing the slain demon beast on the ground, they glanced at the three of them, their fury igniting.

“Where did you three bastard kids come from, daring to kill our boss’s mount?”

Ning Xianyu instinctively pointed at Xuan Yuan Tunhan.

He had just sheathed his sword, and gave them a cold glance. “Eyesores.”

Oh, so you killed our mount and still call us eyesores?

The demon cultivators, infuriated, wasted no words and drew their blades to attack.

To their credit, they were fair—three against three, no favoritism.

But their strength was lacking; their voices were loud, but their attacks held little force.

For battle-hardened Xuan Yuan Tunhan and the protagonist halo-blessed Yi Tianling, such attacks were trivial.

Even Ning Xianyu, inexperienced as she was, simply endured them with her powerful body.

The three demon cultivators attacking her noticed she didn’t fight back, only stood her ground, and felt utterly slighted.

Seeing her as the most arrogant, the others abandoned Xuan Yuan Tunhan and Yi Tianling to focus their assault on her.

Ning Xianyu was near tears, thinking they must be out of their minds.

Clearly, she was the toughest one here—why abandon the easier targets to gnaw at the hardest bone?

The system teased, “That’s how people from the Demon Realm are. No matter what, if there’s a challenge, they charge ahead. If there isn’t, they’ll create one just to have something to overcome.”

Ning Xianyu thought they were not just crazy, but seriously ill.

“What do I do now?” she asked.

The Devil Lord was watching from the side, clearly not planning to help. She was on her own.

The system said, “What else? Use that move.”

Ning Xianyu only knew one technique—release all her spiritual power at once, and hope to knock out as many as possible.

She gathered her strength and unleashed it in a single burst. The demon cultivators were blasted away by the overwhelming force, sprawling on the ground, unable to rise.

Whether due to lack of experience or reluctance to kill, none of them died—they were simply thrown far away, lying prone and unable to move.

Ning Xianyu withdrew her power, her billowing robes settling, presenting the image of a peerless master.

Yi Tianling was stunned by her display, while Xuan Yuan Tunhan turned away in disgust.

He felt, somehow, that he no longer wanted this body—whoever wanted it could have it.

The system scolded her, “You held your pose too long. Hurry and collect the loot—see if there are any random items dropped.”

Right! She dashed among the demon cultivators, rummaging through their belongings.

After such an exhausting fight, she deserved a reward.

Yi Tianling raised his hand to stop her, feeling this was somewhat improper.

His system urged him, “If you don’t take advantage, you’re a fool. Grab some gear while you can—how else will you survive in the Demon Realm?”

Resigned, Yi Tianling joined her, searching the demon cultivators for valuables.

Beaten and unable to rise, the demon cultivators found themselves being searched, and felt they’d met kindred spirits.

“You three are here to capture the Fire Qilin and deliver it as a gift to the Saintess, aren’t you?”

“You seem new—why not team up? Let’s storm the Holy Domain together.”

Ning Xianyu paused, thinking their method of gifting the Saintess was truly unique—by robbing others.

Moreover, she was in the midst of robbing them, and now they wanted her to join their group. Wasn’t that a little too open-minded?