Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"There's nothing suspicious about the cause of death, but the timing seems strange. How's it going over there?"

"It's a long story. Is Hall Master Zhou still here?"

Shang Mian nodded, "Manager Wang is here too, let's go in and talk."

The two of them recounted what happened in the dungeon. Now Zhang Wan had been taken away, Dai Jia and the sorcerer were also dead, and the only surviving old man of the Dai family didn't know how long he could hold on after hearing the news of his son's death.

The Wanshou Mountain incident alone has been resolved, but the mysterious person mentioned by Zhang Wan has never been found. Zhou Xian could only record the incident clearly according to the description, and handed it to Shen Qiao and others together with the summary of the Wanshou Mountain incident, asking them to take Tianxingmen to issue a wanted order to the entire jurisdiction, hoping to bring this person to justice as soon as possible.

The underworld, the Hall of Yama.

The old Si Shen, who was temporarily taking over the shift, squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the names on a stack of booklets, marking those who were about to report.

The cinnabar pen was about to pass over a name, but it glanced back.

"Tsk...why is there a duplicate name in this book of life and death?"

People with the same name are usually separated, but these two identical names are placed next to each other. Not only are their names the same, but their destinies are also the same.

"What's going on?" The old god was looking at it in confusion, but he didn't notice that a little ghost walked in from outside to remind people of the time.

"Old Si Shen, Lord Yan is back, you can go back first."

"Okay, okay..." He was distracted for a moment, and when he turned his attention back to the Book of Life and Death, he found that one of the repeated names had disappeared.

"Hey, maybe the old man's eyesight is blurry."

Old Siming shook his head, turned the page, stood up and left the table.

On the other hand, Shen Qiao had not taken on any tasks for a long time. The reason was simple. She had a high fever since she left Wanshou Mountain that day, and it took nearly half a month for her to recover.

Shang Mian was afraid that his medical skills were not good enough, so he specially invited his own master, Ze Lan Xianjun, to check on Shen Qiao. However, he still could not find out the cause. He only said that it seemed to be related to Shen Qiao's use of spiritual power, and it was best to do less strenuous exercise.

Shen Qiao wilted when he heard this.

She is aiming to become a weapon cultivator. How can she practice her skills without exercising?

"Easy! I'll teach you how to control the weapon."

Wang You, who had come to join in the fun at some point, was leaning against the window in a carefree manner, wearing a black robe as if he had worn it for all four seasons.

"...You really like to wander around." Shen Qiao couldn't help but complain.

This person was definitely the most unassuming teacher she had ever seen. Which sect elder would climb onto the window every day?

Wang You still had a smiling face. "Aren't you also about to break through to the third level of Worry-Free Realm? I have to keep a close eye on you so that I can take my obedient disciple back home when the time comes."

The corners of Shen Qiao's mouth twitched, "I..."

"At the beginning, I did think about letting you choose for yourself." Wang You interrupted righteously.

"But after thinking about it, I realized that in our Tianxing Sect, there is no other master suitable for you except me."

Shen Qiao: “…”

How much I owe.

Ze Lan, who was writing a prescription at the side, looked up at him and asked, "Did you forget that there is someone else?"

Wang You snorted nonchalantly, "He can barely protect himself right now, how can he still have the time to snatch someone from me?"

Shen Qiao looked at this and that, and couldn't help wondering, "What are you two talking about?"

Ze Lan looked away and sighed, "You were away a few days ago, so it's not surprising that you didn't know about this."

"Half a month ago, the demon world was in turmoil. Immortal Yun Zhi was infected by demonic energy while trying to quell the rebellion. Upon returning, he locked himself up in Qixia Peak for a retreat."

Demonic infestation? With his abilities, how could a mere evil creature possibly get close to him?

Shen Qiao frowned, "Does Immortal Lord know the reason for this riot?"

"It's said that it was caused by the aging of the barrier, and the demonic tide happened to hit, which opened a gap at the edge of the barrier. Fortunately, there were no residents in that area, so casualties were avoided."

The barrier between the human and demon worlds has indeed existed for tens of thousands of years. It is said that it was the last barrier left by the last god in the human world with his soul.

But if she remembered correctly, this barrier had not had any flaws until she committed suicide. Why did it suddenly...

"You deserve the loss you suffered for being so indecisive in dealing with monsters."

Hearing this, Ze Lan sneered and looked at Wang You, "Really? I wonder who it was who insisted on being fine despite being injured, only to almost fall over from lack of blood after taking a few steps?"

Oh, there is such a thing?

Shen Qiao looked at Wang You with a little surprise. He saw that although Wang You still had a stubborn look on his face, his ears were already red.

"I'm just exhausted! Not suffering from lack of blood! You quack." Wang You said gritting his teeth.

"Tsk." Ze Lan rolled her eyes at him and turned to look at Shen Qiao.

"Actually, I shouldn't have said anything, but since it concerns the direction of your cultivation, I think it's better to tell you."

"The Sect Master heard about you and, considering your spiritual roots, personally recommended you to Yun Zhi. Moreover, the Immortal Venerable himself does have the intention of accepting you as his own."

As Ze Lan spoke, he carried on his back a wooden box of similar style to Shang Mian's.

"It's up to you to make the decision. Don't worry. The elders all hope you can make the right choice."

Shen Qiao took a deep breath and bowed, "Disciple understands."

Wang You on the side did not say anything more, but just looked at Shen Qiao with a little confusion, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Ze Lan had been out for a while, but when he saw Wang You still hadn't moved, he came back and dragged Wang You away. "What are you looking at? This is the residence for the female disciples. Don't stay here any longer, you dark-skinned, rough fellow."

Although Wang You refused to cooperate, he did get down from the windowsill. "You're still talking about me? Aren't you a man too?"

"In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women." Ze Lan said righteously, "Come on, I'll prescribe you some more medicine to replenish your qi and blood. Also, don't always wear black in the future. You won't be able to see that you're covered in blood."

Wang You seemed to refute something again, and the two centenary immortals left the outer disciples' residence in a noisy manner.

The room became quiet again, and Shen Qiao sat at the head of the bed and let himself relax.

She knew very well that she refused to become Yun Zhi's disciple not only because of her past life experience, but her path was not with Yun Zhi.

As he was thinking, Shen Qiao lay on his back on the bed.

Of the twelve elders of the sect, only six are still planning to accept disciples. However, based on her understanding of herself and the disciple-taking requirements of several other elders, Immortal Lord Wangyou is actually the most suitable one.