Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Shen Qing's victory was completely inexplicable. She had already planned how to deal with Sun Shangwu when she met him, but he just didn't show up?

What is this operation? Lost the time?

He had come to persuade her to surrender, sounding sarcastic and disdainful, but in the end he simply decided not to participate in the competition. What a great guy.

Anyone who sees this can’t help but say it’s awesome.

Shen Qing walked off the ring without any sense of accomplishment. Well, I didn’t fight at all today.

Sun Shangwu ran over in a hurry and was told that he had no chance to compete. His face turned pale.

"It's all your fault. Why didn't you wake me up!" Sun Shangwu cursed at a disciple.

The little follower felt very aggrieved. He felt that it was Sun Shangwu who fell asleep, but he even blamed him for not waking him up.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over now." Sun Shangwu never expected that he would be eliminated in this way. He was so angry that his eyes turned red.

"Master will definitely scold me!" Sun Shangwu's face turned even uglier when he thought of his master.

If you fail due to reasons not related to your strength, you will be scolded to death.

"Hey, who is this? Isn't it Sun Shangwu?" Shen Qing came over with a frivolous look.

"Eh? Why did you give up? If you don't want to fight me, just tell me straight away. There's no need to admit defeat."

Shen Qing raised the corners of her mouth, and now she felt that her smile was so rude.

Sure enough, Sun Shangwu stared at her fiercely, "Don't be so complacent, one on one, you can't beat me."

"Oh, I don't believe it." Shen Qing said frankly.

"Don't believe it?!" Sun Shangwu shouted, "What do you not believe? Believe it or not, I will beat you to a pulp!"

Shen Qing shook his head. "This senior brother, your temper is still too bad. Remember to cultivate your mind while practicing."

"You!" Sun Shangwu glared at her.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Shen Qing smiled slightly, "Goodbye, Brother. Remember this next time."

Sun Shangwu was immediately enraged and could no longer endure the anger in his heart, but his little follower seeing this, hurried forward to comfort him, fearing that he would act impulsively.

"She is clearly provoking me!" Sun Shangwu said gritting his teeth, with anger flashing in his eyes.

But weren’t you the one who provoked others first? The little follower thought to himself.

"Brother, don't be angry. After all, she is the disciple of Venerable Wanji."

"Except for Yue Jingming, I am not afraid of any of Venerable Wanji's disciples. She is only at the foundation-building stage."

Even if she is at the foundation-building stage, she is still much stronger than you. She entered the sect five years later than you, but now her cultivation level is the same as yours.

However, the little follower could only complain about this in his heart and dared not say it out loud. If he said it out loud, someone's defense would be broken, and he would be the one to be angered.

Shen Qing hummed an unknown tune happily and scored a goal. Who asked that guy to provoke her before the game? This is his retribution.

After returning to Yunji Peak, Shen Qing watered the spiritual plants and told his master about his victory without fighting today.

Wan Ji just shook his head and smiled, seeming a little surprised. "He even forgot the game time. He doesn't look like he takes the game seriously at all."

"That's it."

"By the way. Late yesterday evening, your master uncle sent a message saying that a thief broke into Tianding Peak and knocked his disciple unconscious." Wan Ji said.

Shen Qing suddenly felt very guilty. Although she didn't do it, in the eyes of others, it seemed that she did it.

"Master, actually..." Shen Qing wanted to explain the situation.

Then I heard Wan Ji say, "I've already told him that it was probably someone from the Demon Sect who did this. Not only did they attack his apprentice, they also tried to take over your body."

"Was that person from the Demon Sect yesterday?" Shen Qing was very surprised. After all, Wan Ji had not told her clearly who that person was yesterday.

Wan Ji nodded.

"Doesn't that mean the Yinglong Sect..."

Wan Ji stretched out his index finger and shook it, "It doesn't have to be the Yinglong Sect. There are many people who want to fish in troubled waters during the competition between the immortals and the demons."

"What a hassle. I'll leave this to you to think about, Master." Shen Qing gave up.

"You little bastard!" Wan Ji cursed with a smile.

"Master is smart, so he should use his brain more. Your disciple is stupid, so just ignore him for now—" Shen Qing smiled cunningly.

Wan Ji smiled helplessly, "Your senior brother sent a letter saying that he stayed in Yunzhou and asked you to go find him when you go down the mountain."

Shen Qing spread his hands, "But you told me not to go down the mountain."

Wan Ji tapped her forehead with his finger and said, "So, if you can quickly enter the Golden Elixir stage, you can go down the mountain."

"Master, please don't rush me. It still takes a little bit of opportunity to enter the golden elixir stage."

"You're the only one who keeps talking nonsense." Wan Ji pinched his apprentice's little face, but he didn't use any force on his hands.

Shen Qing cooperated by groaning and begging for mercy.

What a harmonious day for master and apprentice.

At night, everything is silent on Yunji Peak, only the Milky Way in the sky shines brightly, like a dream.

The stars and the moon shine together, even lighting up the road.

Shen Qing couldn't sleep. She didn't know what she was worried about. She just felt upset, so she got up and went out for a walk.

The willow tree was resting well, but when it sensed someone coming, and "saw" that it was Shen Qing, it stretched out its branches out as usual, and when it retracted its branches, it was holding a spiritual power ball.

Shen Qing felt the cool breeze blowing past him and felt his heart calm down.

"So peaceful..." she murmured softly.

"Chirp." Xiao Huang flew over in a daze, dived into Shen Qing's hair, and chirped softly again.

Shen Qing took it off his head. Xiao Huang's small body was warm, and it carried the warm and comfortable breath of the sun.

"It's late at night, you're so sleepy but you still get up to accompany me..." Shen Qing tapped Xiao Huang's tender yellow beak, his eyes full of tenderness. Xiao Huang's eyes were almost unable to open, but he still tried his best to chirp, as if responding to Shen Qing's words.

...I'm really sleepy.

Holding the little guy, Shen Qing planned to go back to the room.

Suddenly she felt spiritual energy surging around her. She looked in the direction of the spiritual energy and, under the moonlight, saw an old man in white clothes dancing with a knife like a drunk. At first glance, it seemed that he was staggering and had no rules, but in fact, each knife move was like a stream flowing endlessly.

In her eyes, the knife that Wan Ji was swinging slowed down. She could clearly see the knife cutting through the mist in the mountains, dividing the mist without dispersing it, and the surrounding leaves were attracted by it, and Wan Ji, who was dancing with the knife, appeared one after another.

In Wan Ji's hands, these leaves seem to come alive, and their dancing is as natural as breathing.

The endless growth of water and trees is the way of nature.

Shen Qing was mesmerized. As she was absorbed in the sword dance, all the spiritual energy on Yunji Peak began to gather around Shen Qing. Spiritual clouds began to float in the sky, and shadows of dragons and phoenixes occasionally appeared in the clouds, accompanied by the cries of auspicious beasts.

The vortex of spiritual power surrounded Shen Qing, and Shen Qing felt like he was soaking in a pool of warm spring water. All the pores on his body seemed to open up, and he felt extremely comfortable.

Wan Ji stopped dancing with his sword, his eyes full of relief. It was an epiphany! His disciple actually had an epiphany.