"Why should I kill her? She is the heroine. I just want to change her spiritual roots and make her fall from grace. Then she will watch me take her opportunities and snatch her man. It's really exciting just thinking about it!"

"What? Aren't you a system? Are you afraid of this kind of change? Besides, what can a useless girl with only five spiritual roots do? I have to rely on suppressing her to get points! Okay, okay, I get it. Change our spiritual roots quickly."

Sheng He frowned. Who was this woman talking to? The heroine she was talking about seemed to be herself?

But what did she mean? Can spiritual roots still be changed?

Sheng He didn't have time to think about it. He only heard the woman's scream. Sheng He felt as if his whole body was restrained and he couldn't move at all.

"I know, I know. You're so nagging. Even if it can only be used once, it's worth it. I can't beat her now."

At the end of his sight, Sheng He saw a familiar face.

That seems to be... Zhao Yanran?

When Sheng He woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the inn, and his mother was looking at him with a worried look on her face.

"Xiao He, are you okay? Why did you faint on the street alone? And you're covered in blood...did something happen?"

Sheng He shook her head and subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. She suddenly remembered that before she fainted, the man said he wanted to replace her spiritual roots.

Sheng He hurriedly checked his dantian, and found that the tiny flame had disappeared, replaced by five messy and mottled spiritual roots.

She became the good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots from her previous life again.

Sheng He still remembers the face he saw before he fainted—it was Zhao Yanran!

She remembered very clearly that in her previous life, Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable's direct disciple Zhao Yanran had a single-grade fire spiritual root.

Sheng He clenched her fists. Why did the immortal in her previous life clearly say that she had a single fire spiritual root, but after she went to Qingyun Sect, she found out that she had five spiritual roots?

Why was Zhao Yanran targeting her time and again when she was just an ordinary outer disciple in her previous life?

Why in this life, even though she hadn't even entered the gate of Qingshan City, there were still several groups of people who wanted to kill her?

These questions seem to have explanations.

The old man with the golden elixir said that it was because she was wearing a long object but was unable to protect it.

It turned out that the long thing he was talking about was his own spiritual root!

Zhao Yanran is the culprit of all this!

It was she who sent wave after wave of killers in order to seize my spiritual roots. In my previous life, my mother was also killed by her!

Mother Sheng looked at Sheng He with deep worry in her eyes.

"Xiao He! Xiao He, what's wrong with you? If you don't want to go to Qingyun Sect, then we won't go. Mother will go and do laundry and mending for others. We can still live well together."

"Oh!"

Sheng He sneered and looked out the window at the distant clouds.

"If you want to go, why not?"

What heroine, what system.

No matter whether she has a mutated fire spiritual root or a useless five spiritual roots, Sheng He has never been the type to just sit back and endure being bullied.

In this life, she would never let Zhao Yanran have an easy time.

Sheng He wanted those opportunities.

Sheng He also wants Zhao Yanran's life.

Any help with the system?

Sheng He narrowed his eyes and decided to kill the system as well.

......

"Single-grade fire spirit root!"

The Qingyun Sect disciple who was in charge of testing spiritual roots couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he saw the clear and bright red light on the spiritual root testing stone.

The crowd waiting in line suddenly became excited, and many of them stretched their necks and stretched their heads to see what kind of person with such talent.

Even Tian Yu, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the flying boat, slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice. His gaze stayed on the spirit stone for a moment, then he looked at the little girl standing in front of the spirit stone and nodded gently: "Well, it's really good."

"Hehe, little girl, you have a top-grade single spiritual root, and it is pure and clear. Even Elder Tianyu praised you. I'm afraid your future is limitless. You should get on the flying boat and wait."

The Qingyun Sect disciple said as he led Zhao Yanran to the flying boat, but Zhao Yanran still stood in front of the spirit stone, frowning in dissatisfaction: "Are you sure? It's just a fire spirit root, not a mutated fire spirit root?"

"Little girl, you are joking. The spirit stones have been checked by the elders beforehand, so there will be no mistakes. Besides, mutant spirit roots are rare in a hundred years, and your talent is already excellent."

Zhao Yanran's face darkened. She clearly saw that Sheng He's flame could melt Sixth Uncle's Eagle Claw Flying Hook. She knew very well how Sixth Uncle's Flying Hook was forged. It was definitely not an ordinary fire spirit root.

But why did it become an ordinary fire spirit root when it came to her?

Zhao Yanran kept calling the system in her heart, but the system had fallen into a deep sleep because she had overdrawn points and forcibly used props to make Sheng He unconscious, and it has not woken up yet.

Zhao Yanran cursed inwardly, "What a waste."

The Qingyun Sect disciple who was leading the way was getting a little impatient: "Are you going to come up or not?"

Zhao Yanran immediately put on a smiling face and said sweetly, "Thank you, Senior Brother. I'll come up right away."

Standing on the flying boat, Zhao Yanran raised her head, enjoying everyone's envious gazes.

That's how it should be, she should be the shining heroine of this world.

Even if she was just an ordinary single fire spirit root, so what? She was still a rare genius in this world.

Everyone's attention should be focused on her, Zhao Yanran.

As for Sheng He... Zhao Yanran glanced at the person standing at the end of the team. She should rot in the mud and never be able to turn over!

Sheng He stood at the end of the line, queuing quietly, ignoring the flattery of Zhao Yanran from the people around him.

She remembered that Zhao Yanran said that the old man with golden elixir was her sixth uncle.

The Zhao family, to which Zhao Yanran belongs, is a famous family of immortal cultivators.

The reason why Zhao Yanran was able to cultivate so quickly in her previous life was closely related to the support of the Zhao family.

I just don’t know if the Zhao family will still be able to support Zhao Yanran without any reservations this time if they know that it was Zhao Yanran who killed her sixth uncle.

As the sun set in the west, the team moved forward little by little.

"Put your hand on the spirit stone, empty your mind and don't think about anything."

Sheng He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the spirit stone.

As expected, five colors, yellow, green, blue, red and black, appeared on the spirit stone in sequence, corresponding to the five kinds of spiritual roots respectively. When each color appeared, the spirit stone was dull, which meant that Sheng He's talent in each kind of spiritual root was not very good.

The disciple in charge of measuring spiritual roots shook his head and said, "Five spiritual roots, the spiritual roots are mottled and messy, the aptitude is low, it is possible that you will never be able to build a foundation in your entire life. Little girl, do you still want to practice Taoism?"

The spiritual roots are mottled and messy, does it mean that the aptitude is inferior?

In his previous life, Sheng He also felt that his spiritual roots were too poor, so he spent a lot of effort to find rare treasures to temper his spiritual roots, but in the end, all of it was for Zhao Yanran.

If she were to start over again, she didn’t believe that she would only stop at the Golden Elixir stage.

Thinking of this, Sheng He's eyes became more determined.

“I want to practice Taoism!”

The disciple sighed, then took out a wooden sign from the table and handed it to Sheng He.