So what! Are you going to kill me?

Yinling held the Qingxin Snow Lotus Fruit in her hand and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Is this...Qingxin Yacon?"

"It's still superb?!"

This is a valuable commodity that is in short supply, and you are just going to feed them like that?

"Really? It's really for us. Are you sure? It's a top grade product."

They were worried, so they confirmed it again and got a positive answer from Jin Cancan.

Looking at Jin Cancan sitting at the door and delivering the gifts one by one, they all felt sorry for her.

"Sure enough, no matter how strong a person is, they will be hurt by those rumors." Yin Ling looked at Jin Cancan's back with heartache, "This silly girl actually wants to prove herself in this way..."

Tingyue had already taken one pill and was feeling the wonderful power of peace of mind. She frowned slightly and said, "I don't know who spread this rumor. If I hear it next time, I will not let them off the hook!"

Meng Ting was extremely excited, she was the one who needed the Qingxin Yacon the most!

She had a special physique and whenever she was injured, her wounds were extremely difficult to heal, especially the scars on her legs, which were hideous and ugly. She had to wrap herself tightly even in summer to avoid scaring others.

She had spent a lot of effort but failed to obtain a Qingxin Snow Lotus Fruit, but now she got it without any effort!

Meng Ting carefully applied Qingxin Snow Lotus Fruit on the wound. The black and purple necrotic skin swelled slightly. The coolness seeped into her skin, and the itching like a maggot on the tarsal bone quickly subsided. She took a deep breath, and her body trembled slightly with the slight pain.

The everted necrotic skin and flesh return to their original position little by little, and new granulation tissue continues to grow to fill the gap in the wound.

The originally hideous and horrific wound gradually became smooth, the skin texture was re-woven, and as the last bit of itchiness disappeared, the skin on her legs returned to its original smooth and delicate state.

Meng Ting absentmindedly stroked the new skin on her calves, her eyes falling on the golden back, and she secretly made a certain decision.

Jin Cancan was supporting her chin and distributing Qingxin Yacon out of boredom. People passing by were inexplicably hit by the huge pie. At her request, they took the Yacon on the spot and expressed their gratitude one after another.

What’s the difference between this and picking up money!

Who said Jin Cancan was a sycophantic person? She is obviously a generous and kind-hearted junior sister!

Jin Cancan's reputation changed rapidly in just one afternoon. Even when she was serving her rice, it was much higher than that of others.

System: [Congratulations to the host for successfully consuming 100 Super-quality Qingxin Yacon Fruits, and reward 10 wealth points.]

Then, it broadcast the second reminder: [Host, you have received a cultivation rebate for rescuing the injured, and your realm has increased by 8%. Your current realm is the first level of the Golden Core Stage (28%)! ]

Jin Cancan was stunned. Sure enough, a panel of her own realm appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness. There was a progress bar on it with a percentage value on the top. Presumably, when the progress bar reached 100%, her realm would become the second level of the Golden Core Stage.

Help the injured? Did Qingxin Yacon heal someone's injury?

The efficacy of Qingxin Yacon is just icing on the cake for most people. Jin Cancan did not expect it to bring him any rebates on his cultivation, so this was an unexpected surprise.

"Jin Cancan, we have something to tell you."

Meng Ting and the others had absorbed the Qingxin Snow Lotus Fruit and were now sitting together with serious expressions.

Jin Cancan carried the small stool back to the room, and seeing that they looked like they were about to reveal a big secret, she closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Jin Cancan asked.

"First of all, I want to formally apologize to you for our previous targeting." Meng Ting bowed first, and the other two stood up and apologized at the same time, "Thank you for sharing such a treasure with us. We are very grateful."

"We don't have anything good to give you. We can't repay you. We can only do what we can for you."

"These are the materials we compiled. We wanted to give them to you before."

Jin Cancan took it. On it was the information of some inner disciples, including their usual sword techniques, attack habits and weaknesses.

These were the best inner disciples with outstanding abilities. There were even two masters at the fifth level of the Golden Core Stage, and they were strong competitors for the position of direct disciple.

Although Jin Cancan didn't need these, she still thanked him: "Thank you, it's thoughtful."

Meng Ting mustered up her courage and finally reminded, "This inner sect assessment is very important. The elders will select the most capable disciples to fill the vacancies of their personal disciples. They will also represent our Tianping Sword Sect in the competition in the future."

"Do you know why the position of direct successor is vacant?"

Jin Cancan: “I’ve heard a little bit about it.”

Meng Ting said: "If I were Senior Brother Ling Yin, I would definitely feel very uncomfortable. He gave everything for the sect, and now it has only been a short time, and almost everyone has forgotten him."

"Meng Ting! What nonsense are you talking about!" Tingyue's face changed and she heard the hidden meaning in Meng Ting's words.

All of them had signed a contract between heaven and earth. Meng Ting was undoubtedly stepping on the edge of the rules of heaven and revealing things that should not be revealed.

Of course, they also wanted to tell Jin Cancan the truth, but they were afraid that they wouldn't even have the chance to open their mouths, and would be directly wiped out by the rules of heaven!

This is too dangerous.

Jin Cancan also stopped Meng Ting from continuing to speak, staring at her calmly with a pair of dark eyes: "I know."

Meng Ting felt relieved. Did she really understand what she meant?

Jin Cancan had long suspected Ling Yin, and a pair of eyes had been staring at her for a long time.

Ever since she had her sudden realization through the formation, the feeling of being spied on had become stronger and stronger.

There are not many people who can mobilize the inner gate to be willing to work for him, and Ling Yin is one of them.

The entire sect has a very high tolerance for him. In addition to guilt, it is also due to his excellent popularity.

But would Ling Yin, who would rather sacrifice himself to preserve the glory of the sect, really be jealous of the position of direct successor and try to trip him up behind his back?

This is so incongruous.

Jin Cancan decided to find an opportunity to meet him. If he really made her feel uncomfortable, killing him would be a simple matter.

The system and Jin Cancan are in tune with each other, so it knows that she has a very abnormal habit -

Whenever she arrived at an unfamiliar place, she would subconsciously observe the environment, plan the best escape route first, and then plan out more than a dozen unique routes for disposing of bodies in her mind.

When she was smiling and saying nice things to coax people, she was actually already planning where to throw each body part of the person in front of her.

This is what makes the host so terrifying. Under her harmless exterior lies a cruel heart. In her eyes, everyone is labeled, and there are only three types:

1. I don’t want to kill for the time being.

2. You can kill now.

3. You can kill it later.

She can be abstract, or she can hit you, and if she is unhappy, she will even peel off your skin and pull out your tendons.

Jin Cancan finally stopped the terrifying plan that made the system feel terrified. She lit the light as usual, carefully applied the ointment to Tetanus, took out the book she wanted to read, and began to read it attentively.

The beautiful knuckles like white jade were slightly curled, the light swayed, and the shadows formed by the fingers looked like the sharp front hooks of a praying mantis ready to strike when hunting.