Sheng He just waved his hand modestly: "Although I am indeed in the middle stage of Qi training, my spiritual roots are not good enough to compare with Junior Sister Zhao's extraordinary talent. She was able to draw Qi into her body in just two days. I believe she will soon surpass me in the future. By then, I will have to learn from Junior Sister Zhao!"

"Isn't that right, Junior Sister Zhao?"

The disciples looked at each other and then looked at Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran's face flushed. She couldn't say "yes" or "no" at the moment. She was getting anxious when she suddenly remembered what the system had told her: tears are the best weapon when you don't know what to do.

Zhao Yanran blinked her eyes, forced herself to shed a few tears, and said aggrievedly: "Miss Sheng, I..."

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Qingyun Sect is here!"

The crowd that had just gathered together suddenly dispersed. The disciples lay on the side of the ship in twos and threes and looked down. Sure enough, they saw the Qingyun Sect right under their feet. They immediately started chattering about the Qingyun Sect.

Zhao Yanran's tears were still on her face, and the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat before she could even utter them.

There was no one in front of her anymore. Who would she cry for even if she was sad and wronged? Zhao Yanran stamped her feet in anger. How could it be that it was completely different from what the system said?

"Junior Sister Yanran, don't be sad. I know you hate Sheng He. Don't worry, I will help you teach her a lesson when we get to Qingyun Sect!"

Zhao Yanran raised her eyes and looked at Wu Yan. Wu Yan was considered to be one of the new disciples with better talent this time, and he almost obeyed her every word.

Thinking of this, tears rolled down Zhao Yanran's eyes.

"Brother Wu, I don't know what I did wrong. It seems that Miss Sheng has never liked me."

"Brother Wu, I'm glad you helped me, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Zhao Yanran said this and took Wu Yan's hand gratefully.

Feeling the soft touch in his hand, Wu Yan's whole body suddenly stiffened, his cheeks slowly turned a little red, and he began to stutter when speaking.

"Ha...haha, Junior Sister Yanran, you are too polite. From now on, your business is my business. I will never let anyone bully you!"

"Ding~ It is detected that the character Wu Yan's favorability towards the host has reached 90%, and the reward points are 100. The current points are negative 50. Please keep working hard, host!"

Hearing the system's announcement, Zhao Yanran's face immediately broke into smiles. It turned out that the big fool was easy to fool. As long as she had favorability and points, what could a mere Sheng He do even if she saw her face?

but……

"System, why is it still negative fifty?"

"The host's initial points are zero. So far, you have exchanged for a Bewitching Pill for fifty points, and exchanged for a time-pause item for one hundred points. Now you are rewarded with one hundred points, and the total points are negative fifty."

Zhao Yanran: ...

"Are you alive now?"

"Yes, host. Please keep going!"

…

The Qingyun Sect covers a large area, but when looking down from above, the most eye-catching thing is the majestic mountain that looks like a sharp sword and is located in the center of the sect.

Seeing that everyone was looking there, Senior Brother Fang explained, "That's Jianfeng. Qingyun Sect is famous throughout the world for Jianfeng. Xuanxiao Xianzun, the world's number one sword cultivator, lives there. Elder Tianyu, who is in charge of recruiting students this time, also came from Jianfeng. It can be said that Jianfeng is the face and signboard of Qingyun Sect."

"But Qingyun Sect is not only about Jianfeng. There are many other powerful elders. You don't have to be obsessed with becoming a sword cultivator. Only by choosing the path that suits you best according to your own talents can you go far."

As Senior Brother Fang was speaking, the flying boat had already slowly landed in front of the gate of Qingyun Sect.

Looking at the solemn plaque of Qingyun Sect, Sheng He was filled with mixed emotions.

In her previous life, also in Qingyun Sect, she practiced diligently for more than two hundred years. Others said that her spiritual roots were poor, so she worked hard to find spiritual treasures to temper her spiritual roots.

When others said that the junior sister didn't like her, she went out to gain experience. She was gone for more than ten years, just to avoid appearing in front of the junior sister and no longer be inexplicably targeted.

But what is the result?

The betrayal of her lover and the pressure from her fellow disciples forced her to self-destruct.

After coming back to her new life, she finally came to Qingyun Sect after many twists and turns.

Following the footsteps of Master Tianyu and crossing the threshold of Qingyun Sect, Sheng He raised his head as if he sensed something and looked at the familiar sky.

Things have changed and people have changed. Qingyun Sect is still the same as before, but she, Sheng He, does not want to be the weak person she was in her previous life anymore.

She wants to become stronger!

Make everyone who has hurt her regret it!

Everyone says that having five spiritual roots is useless, but she insists on using her five spiritual roots to reach the pinnacle of the avenue and become the number one person in this world!

Feeling the sudden fighting spirit in his little disciple, Tianyu patted Sheng He's shoulder soothingly.

"Let's go, follow me back to Jianfeng first."

Tianyu said, and gestured to Senior Brother Fang: "Fang Mingxuan, these new disciples are handed over to you."

"Yes, Elder Tianyu."

Tianyu nodded and was about to leave, but then he remembered that there was a little kid next to him, so he simply grabbed Shenghe's collar.

"Hold on tight, little disciple. I won't be responsible if you fall!"

Sheng He only felt that someone suddenly grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. The next second, she soared into the air amid the surprised or horrified gazes of her disciples.

The lofty ambitions that were in his heart just now were now completely gone. Sheng He pulled at his own collar while grabbing Tian Yu's sleeve.

"Master, please be gentle. I am about to be strangled to death by you."

Sheng He's calves kept flapping, but the wind was too loud and Tian Yu didn't hear her cries for help at all.

It only took a few breaths to get from the sect gate to the sword peak, but it was the longest distance Sheng He had ever walked in his life.

“Ahem!”

Sheng He's face turned red from holding it in, and he kept coughing as soon as he landed.

Tianyu looked at Sheng He and shook his head in disdain: "Your physical fitness is too poor. You are so scared of such a small height."

Sheng He: ...

Yes, yes, it’s my poor physical condition, it’s all my fault.

Tianyu rummaged through his storage bag, found a bottle of pills and threw it to Sheng He: "Here, this is Guyuan Pill. Taking one pill a day will help strengthen your body."

"With your tiny arms and legs, I hope you won't be able to lift your sword when the time comes."

As Tianyu was speaking, he suddenly looked up at a place not far away, his expression becoming serious.

Sheng He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and immediately looked in the direction of his master's gaze: "Master, is there any danger?"

"It's okay. This is my yard. There are many empty houses. You can find one to live in."

Tianyu quickly took out two sets of clothes and several booklets from the storage bag.

"Here are the disciple uniforms and the disciple manual, as well as a few sword techniques. You can practice them on your own. I have something to do and I'm leaving now."