On the Xiaoxiang Terrace, Sheng He held a golden stone in her hand, and countless monks surrounded her.

They all had greedy looks on their faces, and the swords in their hands were all pointed at Sheng He.

"You are just an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect. Since you are lucky enough to get this gold stone, you should know your place and hand it over. Otherwise..."

A sharp sword energy hit Sheng He directly. Sheng He's face changed drastically and she hurriedly took out a magic weapon to resist. However, she had just formed a golden elixir and her internal energy was unstable. The one who launched the attack was a cultivator in the late golden elixir stage.

"puff!"

The sword energy went straight to Sheng He's chest. Sheng He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the magic weapon in his hand broke.

She clenched the gold and stone in her hand and asked unwillingly, "You killed your fellow disciples just to get the treasure. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the elders?"

"Ask for the crime? You have to return to the sect alive!"

A young man slowly walked out of the crowd. He had handsome features and a slender figure, but his face was full of disdain and ridicule.

Sheng He widened his eyes and looked at the young man in disbelief.

This young man was none other than Qin Lang, who had said not long ago that he wanted to become her Taoist partner.

Qin Lang summoned his natal sword and without hesitation urged the sword to stab Sheng He.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for blocking Junior Sister's way. This golden stone is the material Junior Sister needs to refine her life-defining magic weapon. There is only one in the world. As for you..."

Qin Lang sneered: "I can only say that you have a bad fate."

The spiritual power in his body was rapidly draining away, and Sheng He stared blankly at the spiritual sword that pierced his body.

Thinking back, this sword was made by her for Qin Lang, but she never expected that she would use it on herself today.

Sheng He glanced at the cultivators around her with a sad face. They were all wearing the uniform of Qingyun Sect. These people were her fellow disciples.

But her fellow disciples were willing to break the sect rules and kill people to get the treasure just to make Zhao Yanran smile.

She didn't understand why Zhao Yanran targeted her again and again when she had never provoked her.

It was like this last time with the Blue Flame True Fire, and it is like this again with the Gold Stone this time.

Obviously, Zhao Yanran is the direct disciple of Xuanxiao Xianzun, the world's number one swordsman, but she is just an inconspicuous outer disciple of Qingyun Sect.

Seeing Qin Lang approaching him step by step, Sheng He felt despair.

What’s the point of thinking about these things now?

If she doesn't hand over the gold and stone, she will never be able to leave Xiaoxiang Terrace.

But why?

Where there is sincerity, even metal and stone can be opened.

She had spent several months' hard work to create this piece of gold and stone. Why should she just give it to someone else like that?

Besides, last time it was the Blue Flame True Fire, this time it was the Gold Stone, so what about the next time? What will it be?

Sheng He held the gold and stone tightly against her chest. It was not easy to cultivate immortality, so it was impossible for her to give up her opportunity to others!

Sheng He smiled charmingly at Qin Lang.

"Don't you want gold and stone? Come here, come here and I'll give it to you."

Qin Lang's face was filled with joy, and he ran towards Sheng He without caring about anything else. The other cultivators were afraid that Qin Lang would overtake them first, so they also rushed towards Sheng He. Some even drew their swords against their companions in order to get the gold and stone first.

Look, these are the famous figures in the world of cultivation, the most outstanding disciples of Qingyun Sect this generation, but they are so... miserable!

The corners of Sheng He's mouth slowly curled up into a mocking arc, and the spiritual energy in his body was running wildly, almost self-destructing.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

The earth shook and countless wild beasts escaped from the forest in the distance.

There was silence on the Xiaoxiang Terrace, with only bloody remains of broken limbs and arms on the ground. All the monks present were killed, with no one spared.

Sheng He, the golden elixir exploded.

…

There was a sharp pain in his dantian. The pain and fear after the explosion of the golden elixir seemed to still remain in his body. Sheng He couldn't stop shaking all over.

"Xiao He, Xiao He, what's wrong with you?"

A rough big hand covered Sheng He's palm, and the warm and familiar touch continued to flow along the palm to the body. Sheng He suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the cries of vendors, the shouts of waiters, and the clucking of chickens and ducks came into her ears.

Sheng He looked around blankly. Is this... the human world?

"Xiao He, are you scared? Don't be afraid. The immortal said that Xiao He has the root of fire spirit. If we have great luck in the future, we may even become immortals!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sheng He's heart seemed to skip a beat. She nervously pinched the corner of her clothes and slowly turned her head to look.

Sitting next to her was a woman with a sallow complexion, a thin body, and wearing a patched linen dress. She was looking at her with a worried look on her face.

This woman, she...she is...

"mother!"

Sheng He cried and threw himself into the woman's arms.

It was not until she felt her mother's warm body temperature with the scent of soapberries that Sheng He finally dared to believe that she was reborn on the day she entered the immortal sect.

At this time in the previous life, an immortal happened to pass by the village, and the immortal couldn't help but praise Sheng He when he saw him.

"A single fire spirit root, this is a good seedling for cultivating immortals!"

For this sentence, her mother ignored the ridicule of the villagers, sold all the family belongings, and brought her to Qingshan City according to the immortal's instructions.

But as soon as they arrived in Qingshan City, they were knocked unconscious, and when Sheng He woke up, her mother was already dead.

However, she, who clearly possessed a top-grade fire spiritual root talent, was immediately found to have only five useless spiritual roots by the Qingyun Sect disciples' spiritual testing stones.

Mother is Sheng He's only relative. Now that mother dies, Sheng He has nowhere to go in this world.

In desperation, Sheng He joined Qingyun Sect and became a menial disciple of Qingyun Sect.

From then on, no matter how Sheng He practiced, he could not improve at all.

But Sheng He never gave up. He formed a golden elixir on his own and became an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect.

During her more than two hundred years of cultivating immortality, she had fallen into danger time and time again, and had narrowly escaped death time and time again, but she had never regretted it.

The only time I regretted it was today.

Her mother died a violent death and the murderer disappeared. From then on, she was alone in the world.

If she had known this, she would rather have never embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

Thinking of this, Sheng He became more determined.

Looking at the three big words "Qingshan City" in front of him, Sheng He immediately took his mother's hand and walked back.

"Mom, I won't go. That immortal might have deceived us. I don't have such good qualifications."

Sheng He complained in her heart, she clearly only had five spiritual roots, but the immortal insisted that she had a single fire spiritual root.

If it weren't for this joke, my mother wouldn't have died, and she wouldn't have ended up like that.

What’s even more infuriating is that in her previous life, she tried her best to find that immortal, but that immortal seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and never appeared again.

"Hey, kid, you've come all the way here, where are you going back to? Could the immortal be wrong? Listen to your mother, you must go to Qingyun Sect to become my disciple today!"

Sheng's mother grabbed Sheng He, and Sheng He struggled hard to resist, but her current body was just that of an ordinary seven-year-old child. How could she compete with a woman who had been doing farm work all year round?