About half an hour later, Ai Youwei, dressed in white, arrived at the sacred mountain.

There is a lake in the holy mountain.

The Heaven-Mending Mirror is located on a small island in the center of the lake.

Because Aylward cannot fly.

She arrived at the riverbank and found a small boat.

Immediately, Ai Youwei boarded the boat and, using her spiritual power, headed towards the center of the lake.

The small boat cut through the waves and reached the shore a moment later.

Ai Youwei landed on the island.

It was already dusk.

Crimson light shone through the barrier of the secret realm.

There was no moon in the sky yet.

Ai Youwei looked up at the sky and waited anxiously.

"Come out already. I can't wait to slap them in the face."

"Slap them across the face!"

Ai Youwei muttered to herself.

As she waited in vain, night finally fell.

The blood-red moon slowly rose, reaching mid-sky.

Moonlight streamed in, illuminating the land of the secret realm, the lake, and the forest.

It also spilled onto Ai Youwei's body, who was dressed in white.

Ai Youwei looked at the Moon Goddess Mirror and hesitated for a moment before reaching out her hand.

When the hand touched the cold Heaven-Mending Moon God Mirror, the mirror transmitted a message.

It seemed to be asking Ai Youwei whether it would consume her own lifespan.

Ai Youwei was reluctant to give up her lifespan.

But thinking about it, if I could slap Master Liu Ruyan's face hard enough to completely expose the hypocritical senior brother's true colors.

Amy felt it was worth it!

but.

She did not turn it on immediately.

Instead, he took out a video jade slip from his storage treasure.

Ai Youwei activated the audio-visual jade slip with her spiritual power, then set it aside and aimed it at the Moon Goddess Mirror.

Ai Youwei looked at it carefully again to make sure that the images in the Moon Goddess Mirror would be completely included in the audio-visual jade slip.

Ai Youwei then had a thought and expressed her willingness to contribute her life force.

The next second, the Moon Goddess Mirror that Patches Up the Sky shone brightly.

As the light spread out.

Ai Youwei's lifespan energy began to deplete.

Her hair flew in the wind, making her look charming and beautiful.

The crimson moonlight falling from the sky was also purified.

The moonlight transformed into pure light, which was then slowly absorbed by the Moon Goddess Mirror that mended the heavens.

Buzz!

A mournful sound followed.

In the Heaven-Mending Mirror, it resembled a lake surface rippling with waves.

Then, scenes from her past life slowly unfolded before Ai Youwei's eyes—

She was a beautifully sculpted little girl, about five or six years old.

Standing outside the Misty Mountain Gate.

People around her were pointing and whispering about her.

Some of her peers, who had just put on the outer disciple robes of the Misty Sect, mocked her as "little trash" for not even passing the entrance exam.

The little girl was crying, heartbroken, tears streaming down her face, but no one sympathized with her.

Not far from the young girl stood a woman dressed in bright colors.

She watched her cry, but didn't comfort her.

Instead, her beautiful face showed disgust and embarrassment.

"Hey, isn't this me when I was a kid?"

"The first thing I saw was me as a child!"

That was my adoptive mother.

Looking at all this, Ai Youwei recalled some things.

That was when she was six years old, and for the first time, accompanied by her adoptive mother, she came to the entrance examination of the Misty Sect.

She cried because she failed the preliminary test.

According to the tests, she is still a long way from having the talent required to even begin learning.

At that moment, Ai Youwei recognized the woman standing not far from the little girl.

That was her adoptive mother, Yang Rong.

To Ai Youwei's surprise, she was crying so hard back then.

But she didn't come to comfort her.

"Why didn't Mom comfort me? I was so sad back then. I really wanted someone to comfort me and hug me."

Ai Youwei muttered to herself.

At this moment, she saw the little girl in the Moon Goddess Mirror, walked towards her foster mother Yang Rong, and reached out her little hand to Yang Rong seeking comfort.

"Mommy, Youwei is so sad, hug me, sob..."

But Yang Rong, the adoptive mother, sneered, "Crying, crying, all you know how to do is cry!"

"You didn't even pass the assessment, and you still have the nerve to come crying?"

"Look at you! All these years, how many spiritual medicines have we spent to train you? We thought getting into the Misty Sect was a sure thing, but look what happened! You couldn't even pass the preliminary test!"

"Do you know how many resources my Ouyang family has wasted? All of them have gone down the drain."

"You're such a good-for-nothing! I must have owed you something in my past life to have adopted you!"

The little girl cried even louder upon hearing this, "Waaah, Mother. Don't scold Youwei, Youwei didn't mean it. Youwei also wants to join the sect."

"It's because Youwei is useless, boohoo. Don't scold Youwei..."

"Mother, hug Youwei..."

The little girl looked helpless and reached out her small hands to beg for a hug, but Yang Rong pushed her away.

The little girl fell to the ground and cried even louder.

Upon seeing this, the people around began to point and whisper.

But Yang Rong didn't stop at all, and said to little Ai Youwei, "You jinx, if you want to cry, then keep crying. You might as well cry yourself to death here!"

"Also, since you can't get into the Misty Sect, don't even think about going home. My Ouyang family doesn't support good-for-nothings."

After saying that, Yang Rong, the adoptive mother, turned and left.

Ai Youwei burst into even louder sobs.

Seeing her mother walking further and further away, she quickly got up and tried to catch up with her, but she couldn't catch up and instead fell to the ground, crying even louder.

The people around them all looked at them with strange expressions.

At that moment, a young, slightly immature voice rang out from ahead.

"How could you treat your own daughter like this?"

Yang Rong was slightly taken aback when she saw a young prodigy approaching from not far away.

He was about ten years old, dressed in white, with a sword on his back.

Despite his young age, he gives off a mature and composed vibe.

Yang Rong looked at him, paused slightly, and then sneered, "What business is it of yours how I discipline my own daughter?"

"What, you greenhorn, trying to meddle in other people's business?"

The boy didn't answer her. He glanced at her, brushed past her, and then came to the little girl and squatted down.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Ai Youwei blinked her tear-blurred eyes and sobbed, "My name is Ai Youwei."

The boy's face was pure and innocent. He said, "That's a really nice name. Don't cry. If you want to join the Misty Sect, I can help you."

"Really?"

The little girl raised her head.

"real."

The boy said earnestly.

Aiyouwei was stunned in the secret realm.

She recognized him immediately; he was her senior brother from when she was a child, Gu Jian.

She has this scene in her memory.

I suffered a setback when I entered the Misty Sect's assessment.

Her adoptive mother was also very disappointed in her.

Later, the eldest brother appeared.