After Bai Ying regained the ability to move, the first thing she did was go to the bottom of the cliff where Xia Qingdai had actually fallen and bury her.
This girl, about the same age as Bai Ying, died at such a young age, covered in wounds and filled with resentment.
"Don't worry, I will help you find the murderer who harmed you and then take revenge."
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After finishing all this, Bai Ying returned to the Xia family. She originally had no interest in that so-called immortal master.
How high must the cultivation level be for an immortal who can take on disciples in the mortal realm?
It's not as fast as Bai Ying cultivating on her own.
But what she didn't expect was that there was a spiritual spring in this ordinary Xia family.
This is probably why that immortal master took a liking to the Xia family.
Bai Ying was also very interested in the spiritual spring, which was surrounded by spiritual mist, which was very helpful for healing injuries.
Bai Ying's external injuries could have been easily repaired with the repair jade pendant, but the Hua Yang Ancestor used some unknown technique, and his attacks on Bai Ying continue to cause her harm, making it difficult for her injuries to heal.
As soon as Bai Ying arrived at the spiritual spring, she couldn't wait to sit down and start cultivating.
The mist, like a veil, swirled upwards. She immediately sat cross-legged and began circulating her cultivation technique to absorb the spiritual energy from the spring. Under the nourishment of the spiritual spring, the insidious wound within her body finally showed signs of loosening.
Just as she was immersed in her cultivation, a series of noisy footsteps approached from afar.
"This is the legendary spiritual spring? It truly is brimming with spiritual energy!"
"Thanks to Uncle Xia's generosity, we were able to come here to cultivate."
"Yuwei, your father treats us so well."
"It's best for Yuwei to fight for it herself. I heard that Yuwei is the most talented disciple the Immortal Master has ever seen, and he likes her very much."
Xia Yuwei looked at them smugly, a triumphant smile on her lips.
Bai Ying slowly opened her eyes and saw a group of young men and women, led by Xia Yuwei, walking towards the spiritual spring.
The laughter and chatter stopped abruptly when everyone saw Bai Ying.
They didn't expect Xia Qingdai to be here as well.
The person who flew on a sword to prove his cultivation level has become a laughing stock for everyone.
A hint of disdain flashed in Xia Yuwei's eyes.
Even if she can cultivate through her father's connections, so what?
A piece of trash with terrible qualities will only be ridiculed here!
Sure enough, before Xia Yuwei could speak, Duan Xiuyuan asked anxiously, "What are you doing here?"
Xia Yuwei smiled and said, "When Father saw that my sister wanted to cultivate, he begged the immortal to take her as his disciple."
As she spoke, she glanced shyly at the person beside her, Pei Qingfeng, the heir of the Marquis of Anding.
She had planned this scene all along.
The marriage between the Marquis's heir and the Xia family was arranged when they were young.
Xia Yuwei was afraid that if the prince knew her and Xia Qingdai's true identities, he would want to change the engagement. So she specially invited him to see Xia Qingdai at her most embarrassing moment.
At this moment, following Xia Yuwei's instructions, Duan Xiuyuan sneered at Bai Ying, "A hopeless case. Even if the immortal master takes her as a disciple, so what? She still can't even get close to the door of cultivation. Is this a place for you? If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"
A round-faced girl immediately chimed in, "That's right! Uncle Xia is kind-hearted and took you in as his adopted daughter, and you not only don't appreciate it, but you also dare to be jealous of Yuwei. You fight over whatever Yuwei has. Please understand your place! Don't want everything, and now you even want to steal Yuwei's cultivation resources?"
"Adopted daughter?" Bai Ying's eyes narrowed, her gaze full of mockery.
Clearly, they hadn't expected the Xia family to introduce themselves in this way.
She had initially thought the Xia family was heartless, but she never expected them to be so shameless.
After recognizing their biological daughter, instead of clarifying her identity to the public, they claimed that their biological daughter was an adopted daughter.
Xia Yuwei's face turned pale, fearing that Pei Qingfeng would find out the truth.
Duan Xiuyuan immediately stepped forward, drew his sword, and aimed it at Bai Ying.
The Duan family and the Xia family had a good relationship, and he knew that Xia Qingdai was the real daughter of the Xia family. However, he would never let this matter get out.
"Xia Qingdai, you can stay here if you want, but you must spar with me. I'm the least talented person here. If you can withstand three of my moves, you'll be qualified to stay. Otherwise, get out. We don't welcome trash here!"
As soon as Duan Xiuyuan finished speaking, a burst of snickers erupted around him.
The young men from prominent families exchanged mocking glances, their lips curling into undisguised sneers. Who didn't know that Duan Xiuyuan was a genius personally praised by the Immortal Master? His self-proclaimed "worst aptitude" was clearly an attempt to publicly humiliate this arrogant adopted daughter.
Upon hearing this, everyone laughed even more unrestrainedly.
This was clearly a dead end—if they fought back, they would be publicly humiliated by Duan Xiuyuan; if they backed down, they would be admitting that they were not even as good as the "worst". No matter what they chose, they could not escape the fate of losing face.
"The Xia family values its reputation above all else. She already lost face last time by falling off a cliff. If word gets out about this competition, the Xia family will probably give up on this daughter completely," someone muttered.
Xia Yuwei glanced at Pei Qingfeng, and seeing the playful interest in his eyes, her smile widened.
The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly relaxed, with everyone waiting to see Miss Xia's flustered reaction.
Logically, she should have blushed and refused—after all, losing face is better than getting beaten up.
However--
"OK."
Bai Ying agreed casually, her voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.
She didn't even look up, simply tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, as if she had agreed not to a competition, but to an ordinary tea party.
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