Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

She looked at the old man sternly and said, "Old man, I was inconsiderate. It was indeed I who learned the Misty Step by accident. It has nothing to do with Fang Ziyu."

It was impossible for her to have her internal energy crippled. She said, "Don't worry, old man. I won't tell anyone about this Misty Step, and I won't use it again. As long as my internal energy isn't crippled, I'm willing to compensate you."

"You said you don't need it, so you don't need it? You said you would compensate me, so I compensate you? What do you think my Xuantian Sect is?"

Xuan Zhenzi was angry, but at the same time he also felt a sense of admiration for talented people.

The little girl is so young, but she has already mastered the Piaomiao Step. In a few years, she will surely reach perfection.

It’s a pity that this promising young man is not a disciple of Xuantian Sect.

The old man's eyes flashed, and suddenly his palms turned into sharp claws and grabbed.

Song Jinxiu's heart trembled, and she shot out.

The old man stood up and flew out of the pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten moves in the garden.

Su Chuan was a little slow to react and secretly hated herself for not being skilled enough. She gritted her teeth and joined the battle.

Song Jinxiu took one look and quickly stopped her: "Back off."

The kid's martial arts skills are not weak, but he is no match for the old man.

The old man has deep internal strength and his own spiritual power is not weak either. If the two of them fight to the extreme, Su Chuan will suffer as well.

Su Chuan was so anxious that he was about to cry.

She was sent by the master to protect the young lady, but now she can't even help.

Xuan Zhenzi's heart was like a raging storm.

Just now, he and the little girl had a palm fight. The little girl's palms were extremely cold, and even frost formed on his palms in an instant.

Ice Palm?

Just as he was wondering, the little girl attacked him with a palm, and he felt as if he was burned by fire.

Flame Palm?

How can it be?

How could the Ice Palm and the Flame Palm exist in the same person at the same time?

Song Jinxiu also felt the changes in her body.

The old man had extraordinary internal strength, and she also pushed her own spiritual energy to the extreme.

At this moment, she felt alternating hot and cold in her dantian, and even felt a sense of expansion.

At the same time, the spiritual energy alternated between cold and hot, making her very uncomfortable.

"Huh? You actually activated your ice spirit root?"

Came the voice of Treasure Hunting Rat Junjun.

"Don't stop, torture him. This old man actually made your spiritual roots surge. Quick, torture him."

So, Xuan Zhenzi was miserable.

He wanted to stop, but the little girl chased him and beat him.

Although he could handle it, it was embarrassing for him, an old ancestor of Xuantian Sect, to end up in a tie with a teenage girl!

When you meet a worthy opponent, you will sweat profusely.

Song Jinxiu enjoyed the fight and gained a lot from it.

The Xuanbing Jue breaks through the first level and enters the second level of ice and fire.

Xuan Zhenzi's clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and even a few strands of his beard were pulled out by the little girl.

His face turned pale, and he glanced at Song Jinxiu with dissatisfaction, "Just wait for me."

"Hey! Senior." Song Jinxiu wanted to stop him, but the old man snorted coldly and climbed over the wall and left.

Song Jinxiu frowned. The old man was angry. It would be difficult for her to end well after learning the Piaomiao Step.

Xuan Zhenzi went into the house depressed and washed up again.

Yes, he lives next door and is a neighbor of the newcomer Song Jinxiu.

Xuan Zhenzi arrived at the main room and angrily said, "Uncle Master, someone is bullying me."

Song Jinxiu would never have thought that Xuan Zhenzi, who looked like an immortal, would be someone who would go to his parents to complain after being wronged.

Feng Yu took a sip of tea and counted on his fingers: "My last disciple has arrived. She is your junior sister. It is normal for her to bully you."

Xuan Zhenzi: No way?

I just came here to complain. That girl is the one he likes. Uncle, are you actually competing with your disciple for my apprentice?

Song Jinxiu was sweating all over. After washing up and walking out of the room, she frowned.

A man came silently into the yard. She didn't even know!

Feng Su sat in the yard and drank a sip of tea. Then he waved to Song Jinxiu.

"Disciple, come and become my disciple."

Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. This man's martial arts skills were unfathomable, and she was no match for him.

"May I ask, Senior, who is...?"

"Feng Suo, Grand Elder of Xuantian Sect."

Song Jinxiu was stunned, and at this moment, a dissatisfied snort was heard.

"Hmph, if you don't want to, little girl, you can still take me as your master."

Song Jinxiu glanced at Xuan Zhenzi who was sitting on the wall.

It seems that this is the solution to her stealing the Piaomiao Step?

Either become a disciple or abolish your internal skills?

Song Jinxiu felt a little uncomfortable being forced to become a disciple.

Feng Yu seemed to see through her thoughts and said with a smile: "You and I are destined to be master and disciple. I have been waiting here for ten years, waiting for my disciple to arrive.

Don't worry, if you don't want to, I won't pursue it even if you learn the Misty Steps. I'll just consider it as a fulfillment of our destiny."

Song Jinxiu thought for a moment and asked, "As your disciple, what do I need to do?"

Feng Yu looked at her and said sternly, "Do whatever you want. It's up to you."

No requirements?

Song Jinxiu no longer hesitated, poured the tea herself, knelt on one knee, raised the tea cup above her head, and said respectfully: "Disciple Song Jinxiu, please have some tea, Master."

"Good, good."

Feng Yu drank the tea in his cup in one gulp and said, "Please stand up and greet your senior brother."

Song Jinxiu glanced at Xuan Zhenzi. The old man had white hair and must be around seventy or eighty years old.

Then he looked at his master. He had black hair and looked no more than forty.

Feng Yu smiled and said, "I am sixty-six years old. Your senior brother is seventy-eight. I entered the sect earlier. Although he is my nephew, I was the one who taught him Kung Fu."

Song Jinxiu quickly said, "Hello, Senior Brother."

"Hmm," Xuan Zhenzi hummed reluctantly, and fished out a katydid cage from his sleeve. "Here's to you."

Song Jinxiu smiled and took it, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Feng Su said: "Master also has a gift for you."

He stood up and opened the sandalwood box he had been sitting on. He took out a handful of bamboo slips and handed them to him, "Take a look."

Song Jinxiu opened the bamboo slips out of curiosity, and what caught her eye were the three big characters "Xuan Tian Jue".

Feng Yu looked at the little girl's expression and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand?"

Song Jinxiu nodded, "I understand, thank you, Master."

Feng Yu and Xuan Zhenzi immediately looked at each other, both of them showed joy in their eyes, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Yu asked that question just now to trick the little girl, because neither of them could see the words on the bamboo slips.

This is the sect's most precious treasure, but no one can see what is written on it.

The task his master gave him before he passed away was to find someone who could understand the heavenly book and pass on the incense to the Xuantian Sect.

Without the inheritance of the Heavenly Book, the Xuantian Sect is nothing.

"Okay, I'll leave this box of bamboo slips to you for safekeeping. You will be the leader of Xuantian Sect in the future."

"What? Master, that's not what I said when I became your disciple. I'm the head of Song Village now, so I don't have time for anything else."

Song Jinxiu was very dissatisfied. Being a clan leader was tiring enough, how could it be so easy to be the head of a sect?

Feng Yu glanced at her and said, "Then let's put the position of clan leader aside for now. You can inherit it whenever you want."

He smiled soothingly, "Master has no other requirements for you. Just study these bamboo slips carefully and let them be passed down."

Inheritance? Just looking for an apprentice to inherit? That's fine. She's still young. If she takes her time, she'll eventually find an apprentice who suits her and can pass on her legacy.

So Song Jinxiu nodded in agreement.

Feng Suo's heavy burden was finally resolved, and he immediately smiled heartily. "Good disciple, I have to rush back to the sect to take care of some personal matters. Let's meet again later."

You just recognized me as your master, and now you’re leaving?

"Master, why don't you stay for dinner before leaving?"

Feng Yu shook his head. "I've been staying here for too long. If I don't go back, the backyard will be on fire."

Xuan Zhenzi said, "Little Junior Sister, I will stay. If you want to honor Master, I will take the blame for you."