The little sister is omnipotent, leading the sect to fly

Yan Ju’s idea was very simple, to hug a big shot like the Feng family’s ancestor would be a great opportunity.

In the original book, when the ancestor of the Feng family rushed back, the Feng family had been almost wiped out, with only a few people left.

Seeing his four grandchildren and their descendants die within a day, the old ancestor was devastated. His mind became unstable and he almost became a demon.

At that time, Luo Qianxue used the power of heavenly thunder to force the ancestor to calm down. After the ancestor woke up, he passed on all his life's cultivation and magic weapons to Luo Qianxue, and then his soul dissipated and he passed away.

Luo Qianxue, who inherited the ancestor's legacy, took her cultivation to a higher level and became the undisputed number one genius in the world of cultivation.

The reason why Yan Ju was not panicked at all when she was trapped just now was because she knew that the ancestor of the Feng family was about to arrive.

The ancestor of the Feng family is one of the top masters in the current cultivation world. He is only one step away from ascending to heaven, but is unable to take that last step due to the limitation of his lifespan.

He has innumerable treasures on him, and his spiritual power is unfathomable.

When he was on the verge of immortality, he passed on the only tenth of his spiritual power that was left to Luo Qianxue, which allowed her to move freely in the lower world of cultivation and cultivate until she ascended to heaven without encountering any bottlenecks. His skills are now intact.

Luo Qianxue saw that she had no chance to inherit the throne, but if she could get a little bit, wouldn’t that be a huge profit?

Thinking of this, Yan Ju worked even harder.

It was not enough to wash the old ancestor's hands with spring water, he took out a few bottles and jars, opened them and a fragrant smell hit him in the face.

This is a skin care product that she made using various spiritual plants she collected and the method of alchemy. It is a new product she developed and is still in the experimental stage. It has not been fully researched, so it has not been put into mass production. She just uses it to wipe her face and hands on a daily basis.

After all, the snowy mountains are cold and the climate is dry, so skin care work still needs to be done well.

She had originally planned to research a few more recipes before selling them in Baoyue Tower, but now she could only take them out to please the ancestor.

She unscrewed one of the small bottles and poured out a little white, transparent and somewhat viscous liquid, and applied it evenly on the ancestor's hand in the same way. Then she opened another small jar, scooped out a little white paste from it, and applied it evenly with the same spiritual power.

The moment the lotion fell on the old ancestor's hand, the cold touch made him subconsciously want to withdraw his hand.

However, the next second, he was stunned and controlled the urge to take his hand back.

What is this? Why, after applying these strange things on his hands, he actually felt his hands regaining vitality?

The medicinal power contained in the lotion and cream slowly seeped into his muscle texture as he was applied, and actually stimulated his blood vessels that had been blocked for years to start flowing slowly, and even his dry and shrunken muscles seemed to become fuller again.

He had lived for nearly a thousand years, and his vitality had long been almost extinct. His blood circulation was blocked, his muscles had atrophied, and he was as good as dead. He was only able to survive by relying on his deep spiritual power.

And every time he uses spiritual power, he is shortening his lifespan. Therefore, at their age and level, they will not take action unless it is necessary.

Nothing is more important than being alive.

Although the hope of a breakthrough is slim, as long as you are alive there is a chance that you can touch the glory of the upper world.

But now, something that even he had no hope for actually got a turn for the better in the hands of this little girl in her teens?

His mind instantly became active. After living for so long, could it be that he still had hope of a breakthrough?

His mind raced, and he subconsciously grabbed the wrist of the little girl in front of him, holding on tightly, and dragged her in front of him.

No one expected that the old ancestor, who had been quite gentle just now, would suddenly attack, and no one could react.

Feng Zhulan's voice changed due to nervousness, "Grandmaster! Show mercy!"

Ji Liuguang, Xue Zifang and Song Fanxing rushed forward to snatch the person without thinking, without considering that the person in front of them could crush them to death with just one finger.

The black fog rolled and wrapped around their bodies, throwing them away. They got up from the ground and rushed towards the ancestor in the black fog again.

Feng Zhuimei sensed something was wrong and waved her folding fan to block the three people, "Wait!"

Xue Zifang's eyes turned red, "What are you waiting for? Waiting to see how my junior sister dies?"

Song Fanxing's usually calm voice also became unsteady, "My junior sister just saved you, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward."

Ji Liuguang drew out his Tai'a sword without saying a word and slashed forward. Feng Zhuimei's realm was still a long way from his. He could stop Xue Zifang and Song Fanxing but not him.

Feng Zhuimei used his folding fan to resist with difficulty, retreating again and again. He quickly said his analysis: "The ancestor didn't kill you, he should have no ill will towards Sister Yan, don't worry!"

Ji Liuguang was stunned for a moment, and the movement of swinging the sword in his hand slowed down.

Recalling the black fog that had just enveloped him, although it knocked him out, it was just a subtle force and did not hurt him.

He knew that Feng Zhuimei was right.

If the Feng family ancestor wanted to harm his junior sister, there was no need to spare their lives. He could have just killed them and blamed the demons. If he had left them alive, if this matter were to get out, there would have been several major wars among the righteous.

He calmed down and stepped aside, but he did not put away his sword and his eyes never left his junior sister.

Luo Qianxue on the other side also saw what happened here, and felt that her jealousy was slightly relieved.

Humph, what thousand-year-old snow water, what holy skin care product, my ancestor doesn’t like it!

Look, this time the flattery hit the horse's leg.

Mu Lianbai also frowned, extremely displeased with this scene.

He is the most upright person in the world of cultivation, keeps himself clean and never relies on external things.

In his opinion, those who practice Taoism should work diligently and conscientiously to improve their own strength. The spiritual power gained through self-cultivation is the orthodox one. In his opinion, Yan Ju's opportunistic cleverness is improper behavior, improper thoughts and unstable conduct.

Everyone here had different thoughts, and the old ancestor over there was also in uproar.

He actually felt an unprecedented tension and heartbeat.

He realized that his behavior just now was a bit rude, and quickly withdrew his hand, but Yan Ju's slender wrist was already red from his grip.

However, he only knew how to kill but not save people. He looked at the red mark at a loss for half a second before he thought of calling for help, "Zhu Lan, call a few doctors to treat her wrist."

Feng Zhulan secretly complained in his heart that his ancestors were too extravagant. They even had to find several medical practitioners to treat such a minor injury. Didn't they know how valuable medical practitioners were?

Yan Ju stuck out her tongue and smiled, "No need, ancestor, I am a medical practitioner myself."

As he spoke, a ball of milky white spiritual power condensed on his hand and enveloped his wrist. After a moment, the red mark on his wrist faded and disappeared.

The Feng family ancestor had a better impression of her after hearing this, and even his voice became much softer, "What's your name, and what was that thing you just gave me?"

Feng Zhulan felt a chill when she heard her ancestor speaking in a pinched voice.

"Oh, that," Yan Ju tilted her head.

"That's skin care lotion and cream. I developed it. How is it? Is it useful?"