Mu Yao suddenly smiled. She looked at Sheng He with trust in her eyes. "I believe you. Just based on the fact that you practiced sword skills all night last night without complaining or slacking off for a moment, even if you have five spiritual roots, your future achievements will not be bad."

"I have seen many sword practitioners. They kindly invited me to watch them practice swords and show off how sharp their sword moves are. But you see..."

Mu Yao picked up the branch from Sheng He's hand. The branch was like a toy in Mu Yao's hand. Mu Yao danced a few moves casually, and finally slashed the small pond with the sword.

With a "bang", the water in the pond exploded and countless carps fell onto the shore.

Sheng He's eyes widened. She recognized that this was clearly the first move of the "Qingyun Sword Technique". Although Mu Yao was using a branch, there was already a hint of sword energy.

“Senior sister, you…”

Mu Yao threw the branch aside, bent down and put all the carp on the ground into the storage ring.

"Those people are not even as good as me, and they don't practice hard, but they rush to me to show their affection. I just don't like them."

"But I..."

"You're different."

Mu Yao stuffed a big, fat carp into Sheng He's arms: "I can see that you have a lot of energy. Although you are in the middle stage of Qi training now, everyone has gone through the middle stage of Qi training."

"Besides..." Mu Yao grinned at Sheng He, "If you really can't do it, I can just terminate the cooperation with you. I won't lose anything."

Sheng He stared at Mu Yao blankly. Since her rebirth, she had been holding back a lot of energy. She wanted to become stronger, to kill Zhao Yanran to avenge herself and her mother in the previous life, and to make sure that no one would dare to look down on her again.

But at the same time, she felt uneasy. Zhao Yanran had only one fire spiritual root, and she... she was just a useless person with five spiritual roots, and it would be a hundred times more difficult for her to practice.

Even though she was full of confidence, she was afraid that the tragedy of her previous life would happen again.

But Mu Yao said that she believed her.

It’s as if I’m not fighting alone.

Sheng He hugged Mu Yao tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I will protect you. I swear. I will protect you with my life."

Mu Yao patted Sheng He's back gently: "Well, I believe you."

"But can you hold me later? You stepped on my fish."

…

In the curling smoke, Sheng He looked at Mu Yao who was skillfully grilling fish, and couldn't help asking: "Senior Sister, how do you know the Qingyun Sword Technique?"

Mu Yao opened her big innocent eyes and said, "You will learn it naturally if you watch it more!"

"You don't know, as the best alchemist of this generation, there are sword practitioners lining up to practice sword in front of me every day. I am tired of watching them."

Sheng He nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then why don't you just practice swordsmanship, Senior Sister?"

Mu Yao quickly waved her hand: "Learning sword skills is not as easy as refining pills. I won't do it. Besides, I only know this one move, which is specially used to catch fish."

Mu Yao said as she handed Sheng He a grilled fish.

Sheng He took a bite, and the fresh, tender and crispy taste immediately filled his mouth, and even the tiredness from practicing sword last night was swept away.

Sheng He gave Mu Yao a thumbs up: "Senior Sister is indeed far-sighted."

"Hahaha, that's right. By the way, today is the day when spirit stones are distributed every month. Bring your disciple token with you and we will go to the Discipline Department to receive the spirit stones. Then I will take you to Qingyun Sect to have a look around."

"good!"

After they devoured three or four carps in no time, they headed towards the Discipline Department.

Along the way, Mu Yao was chattering about the buildings of Qingyun Sect to Sheng He, but Sheng He felt something was wrong.

The looks those disciples gave him were very strange.

This feeling reached its peak when he arrived at the Discipline Department.

The Discipline Department was crowded with disciples who came to collect spirit stones, but when those disciples saw Sheng He and the others, they automatically stood further away.

In the crowded lobby of the Discipline Department, a circle was forcibly created around Sheng He and Mu Yao.

Some disciples didn't understand what was going on and wanted to come forward to talk, but were immediately poked on the arm by their companions, who pointed at Sheng He and started talking in a low voice.

Mu Yao looked around, then patted Sheng He's shoulder as if she had suddenly realized something: "They must have heard about my cooperation with you, and they are all envious and jealous of you!"

Sheng He shook her head. Her intuition told her that this matter had nothing to do with Mu Yao and was clearly directed at her.

But so what?

When enemies come, we will fight them with our generals; when water comes, we will block it with earth.

Sheng He and Mu Yao found their disciples at the end of the line. The people in front of Sheng He immediately squeezed forward as if they had seen the god of plague.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"What else can you do? You ran into that person who has connections with you and bullied you!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sheng He raised his eyebrows and leaned forward to look. As expected, he saw Zhao Yanran, dressed in pink, being delicately protected by several senior brothers. One of the senior brothers was glaring at Sheng He with indignation.

Turns out it was Zhao Yanran, then everything makes sense.

Sheng He seemed to know nothing, and waved at Zhao Yanran with a smile: "Junior Sister Zhao, what a coincidence that you are here to collect the spirit stones too. Am I the one you just mentioned as a relative?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yao came over curiously, and even the noisy crowd around them quieted down a bit.

The smile on Zhao Yanran's face was almost unable to be maintained.

Why? Why is it like this again?

Why did Sheng He always come out and interfere when she was at her happiest? Why couldn't she just wait to die quietly?

Fortunately, this was no longer on the flying boat, and she was not alone.

Zhao Yanran tugged at the sleeve of Senior Brother Chu Heng beside her, and looked at Chu Heng with watery eyes for help.

Sheng He also set his eyes on the man beside Zhao Yanran.

Chu Heng, the chief disciple under the Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, is not only gentle and polite to others, but also upright and cheerful. Many people have gone to him to ask for advice on swordsmanship. No matter who they are, he will teach them everything he knows without putting on airs. He is the recognized eldest senior brother of Jianfeng and is very prestigious in the entire Qingyun Sect.

In other words, the elders were training him to be the future leader of Qingyun Sect.

It's a pity that such a fair and promising senior brother also became Zhao Yanran's slave in the previous life. He was biased and loyal to her, and he wanted to hand over the entire sect to Zhao Yanran.

Sheng He sighed secretly in her heart. It was a pity that she couldn't beat Chu Heng now, otherwise why should she suffer this grievance?

In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected. If anyone disobeys, just beat him up.

But now... we have to find another way.

Isn't it just pretending to be pitiful? Everyone can do that.

Sheng He bit his lip and looked at Zhao Yanran aggrievedly: "Junior Sister Zhao, what do you mean by this? I just came from Jianfeng, and people pointed fingers at me along the way. Now another senior brother said that I bullied you."

As Sheng He spoke, her eyes turned red, and tears flowed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string. She sniffed and whispered:

"I know that I only have five spiritual roots and poor talent. I am not as beautiful and powerful as Junior Sister Zhao. I guess Junior Sister Zhao is resentful of me because of the bracelet on the flying boat."