As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

The Great Dao Millstone floats above the miniature Zhou Tian Xing Dou Festival.

Even though it had restrained all its power, it only took a moment to crush the formation base of the Zhoutian Xingdou Festival, causing it to creak. Cracks spread across the head-sized Yuanshi...

Chen Zhian looked at Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan also looked at Chen Zhian.

The master and the disciple stared at each other, both looking a little confused.

Chen Zhian was embarrassed to find that he had no idea how to put the millstone into Liu Ruyan's sea of consciousness.

Liu Ruyan found that the gray little millstone seemed to be drilling into her brain. She was struggling to suppress the thoughts in her heart and not to steal her master's things.

There were more and more cracks in the Yuan Stone, and one piece had even completely turned into powder.

"boom!"

With a dull sound, like a domino effect falling, the entire body was moved. The Zhoutian Xingdou Festival, which was laid out by 360 Yuan stones, suddenly exploded. The base of the formation was completely annihilated, forming a white tornado in the air.

Chen Zhian's face changed instantly and he didn't have time to do anything.

The energy was surging and the air waves were rolling, instantly knocking Chen Zhian away and smashing a human-shaped hole in the wall.

Regardless of the pain all over his body, Chen Zhian rushed out of the cave and wanted to save Liu Ruyan.

However, before he could stand up, he was surprised to find that Liu Ruyan was still standing there unharmed, looking at him with a puzzled look on her face.

And the culprit, the grinding wheel, disappeared...

"Are you okay?"

Limping into the secret room, Chen Zhian opened his divine eyes, and his eyes shot out two clear rays of light, trying to check Liu Ruyan's condition.

As far as he could see, there was only a gray mist that blocked his view.

Liu Ruyan shook her head, pointed at herself, and finally lowered her head.

With a nervous look as if she had made a serious mistake, her little hand subconsciously grabbed Chen Zhian's sleeve again.

Chen Zhian asked in surprise, "Are you saying that the little millstone has gotten into your brain?"

Liu Ruyan nodded, lowered her head and did not dare to look at Chen Zhian.

Earlier, when she saw her master being knocked flying by a small millstone, she wanted to smash the small millstone in a hurry, but she accidentally crushed it.

Then the little millstone inexplicably got into my brain again, occupying its place, and I couldn't pull it out.

Although she was still young, she understood that this small millstone was probably a valuable treasure.

I'm afraid I have robbed my master of his opportunity.

So I felt uneasy and panicked, and my eyes gradually turned red...

Ever since Liu Ruyan was chosen as the sacrificial maiden, no one in the Liu family in Baidi City treated her as a human being anymore.

This also applies to biological parents.

They gave birth to a younger brother and left her to fend for herself in a shabby yard.

I was even afraid of being implicated by her and broke off relations with her.

Since the age of four.

She never saw her parents again and stayed alone in that dilapidated yard.

Of course the Liu family didn't dare let her starve to death. At the beginning, a servant would bring her hard steamed buns and clean water every three days. They were the only living people she could see.

Although the servant had a bad attitude, calling her a short-lived ghost and despising her for being unlucky.

But she still looked forward to the arrival of the servants, as it was her only chance to hear voices and see living people.

Later, one day, the servant forgot to deliver the steamed corn bread.

It was not until six days later that I found out that she had not starved to death.

From then on, the frequency of the servants' visits became less and less frequent, from six days to one month, and finally gradually to one year.

He didn't send any food, he just confirmed whether she was dead or not.

after that.

There was a Mr. Chen who taught a primary school next door to the shabby courtyard.

Mr. Chen's voice was not loud, but it could always be heard clearly in the small courtyard.

From then on, the happiest time of her day might be lying on the crack of the door waiting for the children to walk in groups outside the yard in the early morning.

I sat in the corner with a small stool and listened to Mr. Chen's lecture.

In the morning, I accompanied the children to pay their respects to the teacher, and in the afternoon, I accompanied them to say goodbye to the teacher.

Everyday like this...

Until one day, the teacher's voice was no longer heard from the next yard, and the children no longer passed by the door. That day was her eighth birthday.

She was alone again.

Another year passed, and a white-haired old man suddenly broke into the yard, hugged her and burst into tears.

Later she found out that it was her grandfather.

Grandpa told her that he would visit all the world's miraculous doctors to cure her illness, and took her away from Baidi City.

From then on, she followed her grandfather around, wandering around, suffering from hardships, being looked down upon, and suffering a lot. But she never cared because she had been used to it since she was four years old.

I just couldn't bear to see Grandpa become like her.

In her short life, apart from the first four years, she never asked for anything, and she didn't even dare to accept charity from others, because she knew she couldn't pay it back, and she didn't want to embarrass her grandfather...

Even in Taoism.

She also cleaned the stone house for the Taoist disciples every day and never ate for free.

But today, she stole her master's things.

So she was panic-stricken and uneasy, afraid that her master would be angry and that she could not afford to pay the compensation.

"Don't feel sorry for Master. That was originally a gift from Master."

Chen Zhian knew what his disciple was worried about, rubbed her head, and smiled gently: "In Master's hometown, there is a saying that once you are a teacher, you are a father for life.

Since the master has accepted you as his disciple, he will never abandon you...

Moreover, the master will tell you a secret. Your uncle said that you are a natural cultivator. You will rise rapidly in the future and achieve great things.

To be honest, I got such a good disciple for free, so I am lucky as a master! "

Liu Ruyan raised her head and looked at Chen Zhian, bursting into laughter, tightly grasping his sleeve, and silently said "Master" with her lips slightly opened...

A moment later.

Suddenly, a wisp of mist appeared on her body. The mist overflowed from the Gate of Creation, as if it broke through the Yangguan and flowed through her whole body.

Soon, her thin and bony body began to emit a faint white light.

She was reflected like white jade.

In a trance, Chen Zhian saw that she seemed to have turned into a perfect millstone, or like a bright moon, slowly turning...

And under the millstone, there was a black shadow with wings growing out of its ribs.

Every time the millstone turned, the black shadow dimmed a little and was ground down into pure soul power, feeding back into Liu Ruyan's dried-up sea of consciousness.

After a long time.

The millstone stopped turning, and the mist on Liu Ruyan's body slowly dissipated, and she became her frail and thin self again. However, the aura she exuded at this time clearly showed that she was already a cultivator in the Innate Realm.

It took less than half an incense stick of time.

She then underwent a meridian cleansing and marrow cleansing, completing the transformation from an ordinary person to a practitioner.

"Is this the face of a natural practitioner?"

The corners of Chen Zhian's mouth trembled slightly. Although he had already prepared himself mentally, he was still somewhat shocked to see her enter the innate realm in a flash.

After all, except for a small number of geniuses with extraordinary talents and special physiques.

The rest of the people who want to enter the innate realm must at least endure the third level of martial arts for a few years, hone their bodies, clear their meridians and cleanse their marrow, before they can open the door to good fortune and draw energy into their bodies.

This is also true for Chen Zhian.

I still remember that it took my original body three years to advance from the third rank to the first rank in martial arts.

Of course, for the imperial family or the hidden sects, as long as they are willing to invest and feed them with medicinal herbs that nourish the body or the soul, they can greatly shorten the suffering of going from the third level of martial arts to the innate realm.

But none of them could cross so many realms in less than half an incense stick of time and directly transform from an ordinary person into a cultivator.

Ridiculously true.

This time I found a treasure...