Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Wan Ji's consciousness returned to the day when he had a meeting with Lu Fengxian.

Lu Fengxian held a jade token in his hand, and an exasperated voice came out of the token, "I've already said it's not me, don't you understand me? We in the Demon Sect never hide anything, we are always open and aboveboard, don't put the blame on us!"

Lu Fengxian organized his words and said calmly, "Our sect has never said that Yinglong Sect was the mastermind behind the evil spirit incident. I guess the sect leader must have misunderstood."

Not long after the message was sent, a burst of light appeared on the jade token.

Lu Fengxian slid a little, and a louder voice exploded in his ears, "Why are you pretending?! You are no different from someone who is calling you names, okay?"

Lu Fengxian pursed his lips. He looked at Wanji, feeling a little aggrieved. "I tried to talk to him nicely, but he just kept yelling."

Wan Ji laughed, "Indeed, the two sects were almost at war."

Lu Fengxian shook his head in disapproval, "There is still a difference. We haven't convicted him."

Wan Ji couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he took the jade token from him and said, "Hey, what can you say? Let me do it."

Wan Ji clicked the jade card, "Jin Xuan, I will send you the locations of the various evil ghost cases, and you can take a look at the diagram formed by these locations. It's not that we have to suspect you, but you are highly suspicious."

After a while, the jade token glowed again. "Even if that's the case, we can't be said to be the most suspicious. I also said that your Xuantian Sect is also a suspect? You have the most cases of evil spirits near you."

Lu Fengxian frowned, "Ridiculous! What nonsense is he talking about!"

The map that the deacon had handed in before appeared in Wanji's palm again. The red color was endless, surrounding the Xuantian Sect and pointing towards the direction of the Yinglong Sect.

"This……"

I don’t know if it was influenced by what Jinxuan said, but Lu Fengxian had a different feeling when he looked at the map again.

Is the red color pointing to the Yinglong Sect, or is the red color surrounding the Xuantian Sect?

Wan Ji's heart sank, "Actually, what he said makes sense."

The flashing red light of the map shone on his face, making it dim and difficult to see clearly.

"Brother, do you also think that there might be something wrong with my sect?"

"It's possible... Do you still have the list of disciples who went down the mountain before?" Wan Ji asked.

"Yes." Lu Fengxian took out a scroll from his sleeve, unfolded it and handed it to Wan Ji.

Wan Ji took it and pressed his rough fingers on the smooth scroll. The scroll recorded the name, age and master of the victim.

Zhilan Peak, Chiyan Peak, Yunji Peak...

Only Wangxi Peak and Tianding Peak did not appear on the scroll.

"My disciples who went down the mountain were also attacked. Now among the Five Peaks, only you and Tianmu's disciples have not been in trouble."

Lu Fengxian quickly scanned the scroll, "Indeed. But none of my disciples have left the mountain... Wait, haven't Tianmu's disciples left the mountain for many years?"

Lu Fengxian looked at Wan Ji uncertainly and asked.

Wan Ji waved his hands, "How should I know? I haven't asked about his own disciples."

Lu Fengxian put away the scroll, his expression stern, "Come to think of it, I don't seem to have seen many disciples of Tianmu. The last time he opened a sect to recruit disciples, he didn't accept any disciples either..."

Wan Ji frowned and asked tentatively, "Do you think Tianmu...?"

Lu Fengxian raised his head slightly, "I didn't want to doubt him, I just thought of the last words of my master before he passed away..."

"Master?"

Wanji hadn't heard anyone mention his master for a long time. When he thought of the man who was so powerful but unfortunately passed away, he felt a little lost.

He, Lu Fengxian, Yaoran, Jingwu and Tianmu were all disciples of the former leader of Xuantian Sect - Moqijun.

Wanji was the first to join the sect and was considered the eldest disciple. Following closely behind him were Lu Fengxian and Yaoran Jingwu. Tianmu joined the sect the latest and naturally became the younger brother in the eyes of everyone.

Although Tianmu entered the door last, it was not too late. He was only one year later than others.

However, in the world of immortal cultivators, a year is as short as a flash of lightning. But even such a short period of time is enough to create a huge gap for those who strive for every second and practice hard.

Especially for someone like Wan Ji who is gifted and has a very fast cultivation speed, when Tianmu stepped into the mountain gate, several of his senior brothers and sisters, those with fast progress in cultivation had already reached the seventh level of Qi training, and those who were slightly inferior had at least the strength of the fifth level of Qi training.

I don’t know if it’s because I was one step slower, and every step was slower. During the hundred years of cultivation, my Tianmu was always a step behind them, always a step slower.

Their master, Mo Qijun, usually does not interfere with the cultivation progress of his disciples. Only when the disciples are facing the challenge of breaking through bottlenecks and impacting realms, will he generously grant them various precious and rare treasures.

Because of this, their lineage had a rare emergence of five Nascent Soul cultivators! And their Xuantian Sect also grew stronger day by day because of this.

It was a pity that Mo Qijun went out for a while, and when he came back, he was almost exhausted. At that time, none of their fellow disciples believed it, after all, the master was such a powerful cultivator, so powerful that he seemed to be able to compete with the sun and the moon.

But such a strong man is going to die...

They kept refining medicine and making pills to stabilize their master's constantly dissipating spiritual energy, but it was no avail.

Before his death, Mo Qijun gave them many instructions, gave each of them a jade pendant, and then turned into a sky full of stars and disappeared.

Later, Lu Fengxian took over the position of the head and managed the Xuantian Sect, and several of them occupied a mountain and became the master of the peak.

In the next hundred years, they managed to run the Xuantian Sect in an orderly manner, expanded the jurisdiction of the Xuantian Sect, and became the leading immortal sect in this world.

"Do you remember that Master gave each of us a jade pendant?"

"Of course I remember." How could Wan Ji forget? The information that the master left in each person's jade pendant was different. They obeyed the master's orders and none of them communicated with each other about what was left in each other's jade pendants.

Lu Fengxian took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "If I tell you now what's in my jade pendant..."

Wan Ji interrupted him, "Master said that the contents of each person's jade pendant only concern themselves and should not be publicized."

Lu Fengxian looked at him deeply, with some bitterness and helplessness in his eyes, "Brother, I think it's time."

"There is a prophecy in my jade pendant."

"prophecy?"

"That's right..." Lu Fengxian let out a long breath, "The prophecy said that I would 'meet the wrong person, be betrayed by my relatives and regret it; I would sob and mourn.'"

Wan Ji's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Lu Fengxian's arm and asked, "What's the matter with this prophecy?"