But Minjing played tricks on this last matter. He originally wanted her to travel all over the cities in the mortal world, which would take at least two to three months or even half a year.

Who would have thought that she had come and taken him away in less than ten days. She did bring the disciple back, but what was the difference between a person with mixed spiritual roots and an ordinary person?

But if they really encounter a big sect, there is nothing they can do. How can a small sect like theirs compete with them for people?

Originally, they had been unable to recruit talented disciples in the cultivation world, and had thought that sending a Foundation Establishment cultivator to the mortal world to recruit disciples might yield some results. Who knew they would run into something like this? How did they end up encountering the Thousand Dao Sword Sect?

Lu Guanqing wondered if the sect was lacking in luck, and sighed in his heart. There was nothing he could do. After all, Minjing had brought him back a disciple who could practice, so she had completed her mission.

"That's fine. You've been a guest elder in our sect for over twenty years. Are you leaving now?"

Minjing nodded and said, "Before I go, I have something to ask of you."

His expression didn't look like someone asking for help, but rather like someone collecting a debt.

Lu Guanqing's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing. Did she know? He knew he was in the wrong. After all, when he saved her, he had some calculations.

"Tell me what's going on." He wanted to hear what it was all about first.

"The child I brought back has a certain connection with me. Master, please send her to the dining hall. I will not take anything else from the sect."

Lu Guanqing was very excited. Minjing had planted a large spiritual field, and the spiritual plants and medicinal herbs in it were quite valuable! Besides, Wang Xiuling in the dining hall was also in need of help.

Without hesitation, he agreed immediately, took out a new badge for a menial disciple from his storage bag, and handed it to Minjing.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye." Even though this might be a permanent farewell, Minjing's eyes remained calm.

He is a person without desires, without ruthlessness, and is suitable for cultivation. It's a pity that he is unwilling to join our sect. Lu Guanqing nodded, and they have completely cleared their ties.

Minjing quickened her pace, worried that Li Yiru, a little girl, would be scared after waiting for so long.

When she left the sect, Li Yiru was staring at the plaque on the sect without moving, and a layer of fluorescence was glowing on her body.

Is this... an epiphany?! Aren't all five spiritual roots supposed to be of average aptitude?

It is said that the plaque on the sect was carved by the sect's founder himself, who was also a master of the sword sect.

Could it be that this little girl has comprehended the sword intent of the Sword Master?

What a pity! Such talent! But he only has five spiritual roots...

Min Jing hurriedly sat down beside her, being influenced by the soft light of enlightenment of other cultivators, and also gaining some insights into her own cultivation.

About half an hour later, Li Yiru woke up from that mysterious state and was shocked to see Master Minjing sitting cross-legged beside her.

When did he come and sit next to her? How come she didn't feel anything?

"You just had an epiphany." As she woke up, Minjing Zhenren stopped her slacking behavior and explained to her, "You must have realized something."

Li Yiru thought about it and felt that there was indeed a power contained in those three words. She began to move rhythmically, as if she was dancing. She watched as an audience and the movements were deeply imprinted in her mind.

But other than that, there's nothing special.

Minjing saw that she didn't understand, perhaps it was because she hadn't started practicing yet, so she couldn't force her. It was a pity that this opportunity was lost.

"Take this token for a menial disciple." Minjing took out the thing she had asked the headmaster for, only to realize that the token could not be used without any practice.

She should be a good person to the end. She just benefited from it and her cultivation, which was stuck in the middle stage of foundation building, finally improved.

I didn't expect that a kind act would bring me such a reward.

"I will guide you to recognize the token as your master. Do not resist."

After she finished speaking, Li Yirou relaxed obediently, feeling a spiritual force entering her brain, but very gently, guiding her consciousness to flow to the token.

Immediately afterwards, Li Yiru was able to clearly sense that the token belonged to her, and it also gave her a lot of information, such as the sect map, which places she could go, which were forbidden areas, etc.

Minjing finished her guidance. She had no intention of prying into Li Yiru's consciousness. She was still a mortal at the moment, so her consciousness could easily enter. So she carefully helped her guide her.

"Remember, don't let others invade your spiritual consciousness at will. This is the most vulnerable part of a cultivator, and it is also where all the cultivator's secrets are stored."

"Don't rush into cultivation. Find more jade slips and books to read so you can understand more about the world of cultivation."

Following her instructions, Li Yirou understood that she was about to leave, and she suddenly felt reluctant to let her go.

She had only been in this world for a few days, and she was constantly saying goodbye to people who were good to her.

She tightened the straps on her shoulders, fortunately, she still had snow to walk on.

Li Yirou's eyes were slightly sore, and her voice was choked with sobs, "Real person..."

"I'm leaving." If I have the chance, I'll come back to see you.

Minjing said this in her heart, but she didn't want to promise her anything. When a cultivator is practicing, time flies by. The little girl's spiritual roots are not good, and she is afraid that her lifespan will be like that of an ordinary person.

By the time she remembers to come back here, maybe everything will have changed.

Li Yirou looked at her gradually receding back, sniffed the soreness in her nose, and thought it was okay, she comforted herself, as long as she lived well, there would be a chance to meet again. Then she made up her mind and turned around to enter the sect.