Humans are inherently free. If excessive constraints are imposed, they will become frantic, but not to the point of complete madness. Qinghe is currently in such a state.
Despite practicing for less than an hour, Qinghe had already fallen more than ten times, torn five books to shreds, collapsed two brick floors, and destroyed countless plants. The scene was truly tragic.
The maids who had been training with her were now laughing at the fact that someone even dumber than them had finally arrived, intending to make fun of her. However, upon seeing Qinghe's incredible achievements, they all chose to quietly distance themselves from her, keeping a three-mile distance.
Qinghe stood there with a serious expression, balancing the book on her head as she practiced. One of her attendants, who was instructing her, watched her with concern, praying that she would have a good journey this time.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Qinghe's head seemed to be pointed, unable to support the books at all. His body, which had always been lazy, was out of balance when it first received this kind of training. Every part of it was clamoring for freedom and wanting to go wild, completely out of control.
After holding on for half an incense stick's time, Qinghe suddenly threw the book on the ground, casually sat down, and looked like he had no intention of getting up again.
The attendant glanced cautiously at Si Xia in the distance, then ran to Qing He's side to comfort her: "Junior Sister, you can't give up on yourself. Get up and keep practicing."
Qinghe turned his head away and ignored it.
The attendant picked up the book from the ground and held it in front of Qinghe. "This is a book personally copied by Lord Sufeng. Don't you find such inspiring topics even a little bit enlightening?"
Qinghe glanced at the four large characters "Teaching According to Aptitude" on the book, and her anger flared up. She snatched the book, tore it to shreds, and threw it into the wind.
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because this remark ended the book's short life. The attendant sighed softly and got up to walk towards Si Xia.
Before long, Si Xia's attendant came over, looked at the scraps of paper all over the ground and Qing He sitting in the middle, and frowned, saying, "Your personality is indeed not suitable for staying in the God Realm."
Qinghe stood up, dusted himself off, and looked directly at her.
After a while, Si Xia said, "Bring the book, I will teach her myself."
The attendant paused, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "She has already torn up all the books... I'll go get them right away."
"No need, use mine."
When the book was placed on her head, Qinghe felt an unusual weight. She squinted and fixed her gaze on Si Xia.
Si Xia crossed his arms and looked at her, "If you can't stand it, tell me anytime, and I will report to Bei Jun and have you leave the God Realm."
Qinghe wasn't afraid of her threats, but the thought of Su Feng's disappointed look made her uncomfortable.
As expected, he was her only weakness. Oh well.
This time she persisted for an unusually long time, and even the attendants looked at her with new respect. The maids who were three miles away from her felt relieved to see that she had calmed down.
Although Si Xia appeared calm, she was also curious about what Si Xia was afraid of. Was she really afraid of leaving the God Realm, or was it for some other reason? She felt that Si Xia's personality meant she wouldn't be threatened.
Si Xia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had finally obeyed.
During the lunch break, Qing returned to her residence, her body stiff and her legs trembling. She couldn't help but sigh that this training was even more grueling than her own cultivation.
With great difficulty, she managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, rubbed her legs, and began to close her eyes to rest.
Feeling her stomach growl, she touched it and muttered to herself, "Just a few more days. Once we get to the human world, we can have whatever we want to eat. Unlike here, there's no food at all..."
She felt increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, and even began to lament to herself, until a bird's call caught her attention.
She looked towards the bedside, where a small, entirely black bird was perched, its sharp red beak being the most striking feature.
Qinghe walked over and caught the bird in her hand. She recognized the bird; it was the bird that Li Jiang used to communicate and transmit information. It was originally a lifeless mecha that could only fly when infused with spiritual power. She never expected it to come to this remote Futu Mountain.
With a clenched fist, the mecha bird instantly transformed into shimmering green specks of light. These specks rose into the air, gradually coalescing into a line of text that read—
"There is trouble at Fusheng Pavilion, return immediately."
Qing paused for a moment, then waved his hand to scatter the light spots, which instantly vanished into thin air.
Her expression gradually turned serious. Something big must have happened at Fusheng Pavilion during her absence, which was why Li Jiang sent her a message.
It seems we need to get back quickly.
...
Training proceeded as usual in the afternoon, and the field was already packed with people.
As the saying goes, opportunities are reserved for those who work hard and are prepared. Qinghe will never have such an opportunity in his life.
The course is about to begin, and Bei Jun has also come to the venue to watch. His arrival has made everyone present nervous.
The usual relaxed atmosphere was gone, replaced by anxiety and excitement.
Everyone put on their best performance, hoping to be chosen by the Northern Lord and have the opportunity to be promoted to Goddess.
Mu Ge was on high alert, her palms were sweating, and it was obvious that she was very nervous.
Having been chosen once before, she couldn't help but feel resentful. If it weren't for that damned Qinghe, she would have become a goddess long ago, instead of doing this boring training here.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Bei Jun, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
The sunlight was unusually bright, and she blinked uncomfortably. She seemed to hear a tinkling sound, and people around her whispered, "Did you hear that? What was that sound?"
"It sounds like the sound of hairpins, and there's more than one."
The golden light seemed to diffuse into everyone's eyes, tinged with a faint white. Mu Ge couldn't bear it and shielded his eyes with his hand, searching for the source of the light through a slit.
Mu Ge's pupils gradually focused, and his eyes suddenly widened.
A graceful figure slowly emerged from the brightest part of the golden light, adorned with pearls and jade, her robes shimmering with gold powder, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, her long ribbons trailing behind her, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly.
Everyone looked at Qinghe closely from head to toe, their faces showing indescribable expressions.
It's beautiful, no doubt about it, but this dress...
I don't know where she got this dress, which is covered with bright stones and shimmers with a rainbow of colors. There is also a gold stone the size of a pigeon egg embedded in her waist, from which the golden light comes.
Her head was covered in jewels and jade, and she used all kinds of hairpins, probably because she had emptied her jewelry box.
Such attire has been unthinkable for centuries, yet we are fortunate enough to witness it today, though the visual impact is quite significant.
Some people couldn't bear to look and turned away, unwilling to watch any longer, while others stared intently, their eyes filled with great confusion. They couldn't understand what had provoked Qinghe to do such a retaliatory thing.
When she received the confused, frightened, or disdainful looks from the crowd, Qinghe felt that she had achieved her goal; she was quite good at annoying people.
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