Chapter 1: Disaster
The outer sect of Qianzhi Sect.
The sky gradually brightened, and a young girl in black with bright eyes and white teeth walked out of an inconspicuous bluestone courtyard on the mountainside.
She was seen carrying a bamboo bucket in her hand, with her black hair tied up in a Taoist bun, and walking eastward with light steps.
Her name is Su Qingwu, she is fourteen years old and joined the sect half a month ago.
She was originally the daughter of a hunter, and lived in the mountains with her parents, carefree.
Unfortunately, not long ago, they encountered a rare and severe mountain flood, and the whole family was washed away by the flood.
Fortunately, she was rescued by a passing immortal master, but unfortunately, by the time she found her parents, it was too late.
The sudden loss of both her parents was a huge blow to Su Qingwu.
The flood destroyed my hometown and I had nowhere to go.
My loved ones passed away and I am now alone.
After burying her parents, she sat beside the grave all night.
At dawn, gazing at the rising morning glow in the distance, my heart, which had originally been filled with despair, gradually began to develop a glimmer of hope for the future, and slowly I recovered from the grief.
Just as she was thinking about where to go next, the immortal master who had left long ago returned with the spirit-testing plate and found out that she possessed the three spiritual roots of water, wood and earth.
As a result, Su Qingwu was able to join the Qianzhi Sect.
There are nine peaks outside the sect, and the mountain she is on is called Cui Mu.
There was a spiritual spring on the peak. Now she was holding a bamboo bucket to fetch spring water to irrigate the spiritual field in the courtyard.
Along the way, I met several fellow students, each with their own unique behaviors.
Some people walked by indifferently; some people nodded and greeted with a smile; some people held their heads high and looked down on everyone; and some people walked by hurriedly like a gust of wind.
Su Qingwu didn't care about her fellow students' attitudes. After experiencing the dramatic changes, her state of mind had improved a lot compared to before.
For her, surviving the natural disaster was a blessing.
Now that you have joined the sect, you can farm, practice, and live your life well.
About half a cup of tea later, she approached the spiritual spring, untied the well rope wrapped around the stone roller, skillfully tied the handle of the bamboo bucket, and tied a slipknot on it.
With a burst of gurgling sounds, a bucket of spring water was quickly filled up and returned along the same path.
Each outer disciple of Qianzhi Sect is allocated a courtyard that is approximately ten zhang long and six zhang wide, which occupies exactly one mu of land.
Most of the courtyard is covered with brown soil, and a bluestone path leads directly to the wooden house.
Back in the courtyard, Su Qingwu picked up the wooden spoon hanging on the wall, scooped up spring water one spoonful at a time, and watered the spiritual herbs that were growing well.
Before she joined the sect, although this small courtyard was temporarily uninhabited, the spiritual field had always been taken care of by disciples who had accepted corresponding missions from the sect and had not been abandoned.
Now that Su Qingwu has moved into the courtyard, the responsibility of taking care of the spiritual plants naturally falls on her.
There are more than 900 Huiling grass plants planted in the courtyard. They are about three feet tall, with light blue, fan-shaped leaves that are about the size of a palm. The rhizomes are brown all over, and each plant is less than two feet apart.
The Huiling Grass is relatively easy to grow. Once mature, it can be used to refine a first-level soul-replenishing pill that can restore spiritual power.
According to custom, the spiritual plants are watered once in the morning and once in the evening, using three buckets of spring water each time.
Su Qingwu ran back and forth between the bluestone courtyard and the Lingquan well six times and successfully completed his morning task.
As an outer disciple who has just joined the sect, he needs to go to Rudao Peak at noon every day to listen to the lessons of the sect master.
Seeing that the time was approaching, she placed the bamboo bucket in the southwest corner of the courtyard, hung the wooden spoon on the wall again, went to the dining hall to quickly finish her breakfast, and headed straight for the neighboring peak...
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After half an incense stick of time, we entered the Daofeng Spirit Hall.
Su Qingwu sat in the ninth row of the hall, leaning against the right wall, with a complete atlas of spiritual plants placed on the table in front of him.
Sitting at the upper seat in the hall was a female cultivator wearing plain white clothes, with her black hair half tied up and a slightly stern look between her brows. She was none other than the uncle-master who was giving the class today, Gu Xiyue.
There are many things to learn in the field of spiritual plants.
Halfway through her speech, she began to randomly call on people to answer questions.
"Su Qingwu!"
"exist!"
Hearing his uncle calling his name, Su Qingwei stood up from his seat.
Gu Xiyue raised her eyes and looked over, then spoke slowly: "Tell me about the characteristics and uses of red licorice."
Su Qingwu calmed down and answered quickly, "It's a first-level fire-attributed spiritual plant. It's red all over, likes hot climates, has oval leaves, matures every two years, and is about half a meter tall when mature. It's often used as an auxiliary material for alchemy to neutralize the cold attribute. In addition, it can also be used to feed fire-attributed spiritual beasts."
After these words, Gu Xiyue nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, sit down."
After getting the consent, Su Qingwu felt relieved, said yes, and sat back in his seat.
Gu Xiyue then called on people to ask questions. Any disciple who was called by name and could not answer the question would be punished to copy the relevant content a hundred times...
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At noon, the class ended and Su Qingwu left the Spiritual Recognition Hall and went to the dining hall.
When they were halfway there, suddenly, a loud bang came from an inner peak not far away.
At the same time, several streams of light flew up like flowers scattered from heaven and fell in all directions.
One of them happened to fly towards Su Qingwu.
Because of its fast speed, she had no time to dodge and was hit on the head with a bang, and her eyes went black instantly.
Before my consciousness fell into darkness, I could vaguely hear a slightly anxious voice.
"Oh no, oh no, it's bad again!"