Although the words were unpleasant, it had been days since anyone had spoken to her, so Evelyn Foster still replied, “I’m ashamed, I just keep a low profile, so I haven’t encountered any danger.”

That senior sister glanced at her with disdain, turned her head, and walked away, unwilling to talk to her any further.

Well, they were all ambitious, so of course they looked down on someone like her who lagged behind.

Who cares about them anyway? She still needed to keep lying low.

However, life is unpredictable—even if a salted fish doesn’t want to turn over, there will always be some external force that makes it flip.

That night, Evelyn Foster woke up. It wasn’t the big black snake that woke her, but a stomachache. She was all too familiar with this feeling—period pain. Even in modern times, she would get period cramps, sometimes so bad it felt like she was dying. Without ibuprofen, she was completely useless. She hadn’t expected that even after transmigrating, she’d still have to endure this pain. Not only was it worse than before, but there was also no ibuprofen—damn it.

Do cultivators still have to deal with periods? And do they hurt this much?

She was in so much pain it felt like she was dying, as if there was an electric drill boring into her stomach, like drilling a well.

Fortunately, the pain only lasted a while before it subsided. Evelyn Foster, drenched in cold sweat, crawled up and found that her period hadn’t actually come.

Are female cultivators’ bodies really this strange—just stomach pain without any period? Full of questions and with no answers, she even started to wonder if she’d eaten something bad.

At Gengchen Immortal Mansion, at the foot of a mountain not far from Three Saints Mountain, someone sat in the shadows of the trees, waiting. But after waiting a long time without any movement, the figure snorted coldly, “She heard the summons and yet shows no reaction, nor has she sent any message. Does she really think that just because she’s attached herself to an ancestor of Gengchen Immortal Mansion, she can escape our control?”

“Fine, let’s see how many more times you can endure this bone-eating poison!”

Evelyn Foster knew nothing of this. Since the pain didn’t persist, she put it out of her mind. Until three nights later, when the stabbing pain in her abdomen returned—this time, even worse than before. She barely lasted a moment before the pain knocked her out.

Before she lost consciousness, she thought, This damn well isn’t period pain!

That night, the big black snake came by as usual for a drink, but found Evelyn Foster collapsed on the ground, blood at her lips, unconscious.

The big snake wasn’t smart, but it knew this wasn’t normal. It nudged the barely-breathing person with its head, but got no response. Hesitating, it swayed its head, and finally, it wrapped up the unconscious Evelyn Foster and slithered back to the central tower.

Brian Carter sat at the top floor of the central tower, gazing into the distance at clusters of starlight in the mountains. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to look.

“You little beast, what did you bring back this time?”

Chapter 6

The black snake wasn’t very smart. Although it was actually afraid of Brian Carter and thought he was a bastard of a master, whenever it ran into trouble, it still came to him.

In all its years, the only ones who had ever fed it were Brian Carter and Evelyn Foster. It still wanted to keep coming for good water in the future, so it risked its life to bring the unconscious person to the central tower.

But Brian Carter wasn’t so kind as to save people. His title was Daoist Lord Cizang, given by an old bald monk, which was laughable—he’d never had anything to do with the word “compassion” in his life.

Even when the beast he’d raised for some time plucked up the courage to come over and hiss at him, his only reaction was to raise his hand and impatiently smack the big snake’s head away.

The big black snake was thrown out by its bastard master, landing hard and immediately wilting. It didn’t have the guts to keep pestering Brian Carter, so it silently coiled up on a pillar, leaving the unconscious Evelyn Foster lying on the ground.

After a while, Evelyn Foster groggily regained a bit of consciousness, only to feel terribly cold. She curled up and pulled the “blanket” beside her over herself, then went still again.

Brian Carter glanced at her again, thinking this demonic spy was truly bold—she’d even pulled his robe over herself as a blanket.

For some reason, his interest was piqued. He lifted her cheek with a finger and looked at her.

“Come here.” This was said to the big black snake.

The black snake, coiled on the pillar, hurried over.

“What did she do? Why do you want to save her?”

The big black snake shook its head, either not understanding or not knowing.

“Do you know why she’s here?”

The big black snake shook its head again, as if it only knew how to shake its head. Brian Carter looked annoyed and cursed, “You bring someone to me without knowing anything—are you looking to die?”

The black snake trembled, afraid he’d go crazy again.

Suddenly, Brian Carter pulled Evelyn Foster up, his cold palm pressing against her stomach, as if preparing to save her.

The black snake didn’t know what its moody master was up to, so it watched cautiously from the side.

Brian Carter didn’t take the little tricks of the demonic realm seriously. When it came to controlling people, he had countless ways to deal with it, and he chose the simplest one.