Master Qiongju gave them a book on basic techniques and told them to comprehend them on their own while she returned to the palace to concentrate on her cultivation. Si Rong was no quick learner to begin with, and simply reading was not enough to understand the Wuya Sect's techniques. She sought an audience with her master, but he rarely saw her. With no other options, she turned to her father for help.
"I thought Junior Sister Qingmang's personality would change after becoming a teacher, but I didn't expect it to remain the same..." Yiqing said with a look of helplessness. "She probably wants to become a True Lord within a hundred years. After all, after emerging from seclusion, she's only one step away from that level. Wait a while. Once she breaks through the Spirit Severing Stage, if she still has no intention of teaching, I'll definitely go and persuade her."
"What should we do now?" She was in a depressed mood.
"Now, we, Arong, can spend more time at Wuya Peak. Haven't you always wanted to live there? The snow scenery there is the most beautiful. We don't have to wait until winter to see it."
"Then my cultivation..."
"Practice isn't the most important thing. If you just practice like Junior Sister Qingmang, you'll lose a lot of fun. I just hope my Ah Rong is happy and never sad."
"Yes!" After receiving her father's comfort, she stopped focusing on cultivation and instead planted flowers and grass on Wuya Peak and raised various small animals. Such a life was stress-free and she was happy and leisurely.
However, the younger junior brother's mood seemed to be getting worse. He hadn't encountered many setbacks in his cultivation. Although Si Rong always felt that some of his moves were strange and not orthodox, his cultivation and skills were far superior to his own.
What troubled him was the constant ridicule since the apprenticeship ceremony. People from immortal cultivation families mocked him for being a toad wanting to eat swan flesh. Children from ordinary families also thought that their status was nobler than that of a beggar like him. They were all dissatisfied with him becoming the apprentice of Master Qiongju, even though Qiongju did not fulfill his responsibilities as a teacher.
He practiced very hard and soon was able to use force to beat these people without any chance of fighting back. They no longer dared to mock him in person, but they still looked at him with contempt, as if no matter how powerful he was, he was still a lowly person.
Only Si Rong treated him well. She helped him scold those who mocked him, took him to visit various places in Taichu, and told him all kinds of strange stories to make him laugh.
Si Rong also felt that Hao Xin was the most interesting. The eldest brother was too cold, the others were not familiar with her, the flowers and grass could not talk, and the small animals were running around the mountains. Only her younger brother could keep her company and make delicious cakes for her.
Feelings secretly develop between boys and girls, and even if they don't express it out loud, they understand each other's thoughts.
The smile on Hao Xin's face grew larger and larger until the sect competition.
He was unstoppable, undefeated, and won first place. However, he was criticized for his brutal fighting style, which was not orthodox. Neither the elders nor the other disciples looked up to him because of his victory.
Only Master Qiongju recognized his strength and shared some of the peak master's affairs with him.
"Axin, Master praised you! Why don't you smile?" Si Rong tried hard to tease him.
"Should I be happy?" Hao Xin looked at her expressionlessly.
"Of course. I probably won't get any praise from my master in my lifetime. I envy you so much."
"Does her praise still matter?" Hao Xin fiddled with the Peak Master's token in his hand. "I'm afraid it's not as useful as this token."
"Huh?" Si Rong was puzzled.
"Nothing." He patted her head. "When I have more power, I can deal with those scoundrels."
Si Rong did not understand the meaning of this sentence at that time until later, when Hao Xin trapped their master and forged an order to dismiss Taichu disciples.
"Are you crazy? Even if, even if the spiritual energy is thin, you can't drive others out! The spiritual energy in the mortal world is even weaker. Once they leave Taichu Sect, they will lose the possibility of cultivating immortals!" She looked anxious.
He sneered, "It's over, so be it! Keeping those useless people in the sect is just a waste of resources! If you don't have the ability, don't cultivate. Do you think you can act so arrogantly just because you're from a family of immortal cultivators? A new emperor appoints new ministers. Their days of tyranny should have ended long ago!"
Si Rong was shocked when he heard this. "What about me? Am I also a waste unworthy of cultivation in your eyes?"
"You're different, of course you're different." Hao Xin quickly hugged her. "You've been delayed because of Master, but it doesn't matter. I will protect you. As long as I'm here, you can stay peacefully in Taichu Yitian."
He gave many reasons to prove that he was right. She chose not to argue with him anymore. She didn't know whether she agreed with what he said or just didn't want to think about it.
They all thought everything was under control until the enemy attacked the mountain gate.
Everyone responded to the battle hastily. Those monks who were called "useless" by Hao Xin did not flee in the face of the enemy. Instead, they used their meager cultivation to form a tenacious line of defense.
Si Rong watched as one after another of those who had spoken to him died, and he had wasted so many years that he couldn't even use the most basic magic and could only be protected under the wings of others.
Daddy and Hao Xin both told her to hide well. They added layer upon layer of protection for her. She felt like a snail living in its shell, which could be crushed by just one kick.
If she had been more diligent, wouldn't she be a burden to others now, or even be able to protect the people she wants to protect?
The power of the protective shield is getting weaker and weaker, which means that the spiritual power of the person casting the spell is being damaged more and more seriously.
When the protective shields were about to dissipate, she used all her strength to break them and rushed out.
She would rather die with them than live alone.
Before her was a blanket of white snow. She took one deep step and one shallow step forward, gradually regaining her strength and using the Wind Speed technique, she headed towards the summit. She could sense the presence of many people at the summit.
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