Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"I know I have no right to interfere with you."

Shen Qiao waited for Wang Yu'an to calm down before speaking softly.

"But I think that compared to fame and fortune, parents want their daughter to live safely and healthily."

Wang Yu'an, Yu'an, Yu'an...

"That's all I have to say. Think about it yourself, Senior Sister."

Wang Yu'an stood there crying heart-wrenchingly with tears as big as beans kept falling, but the outer disciples coming and going had long been accustomed to it.

Such devastating cries are not uncommon here.

It is said that cultivating immortals can make people reach the sky in one step, but how many people can really stand high in the clouds?

Too much expectation can be fatal.

The road to becoming an immortal is too bumpy. There are too many insignificant little characters like Wang Yu'an who are lost along the way. Even Shen Qiao himself was once one of them.

Shen Qiao never thought that she was superior to others. She was just braver and more desperate. After all, if she died, her master would help collect her body, so she didn't have to care about hurting anyone's feelings.

She was born alone, with only herself around her.

Wang Yu'an was later persuaded by the senior sister to go back to his room to rest, and the yard became quiet again.

Shen Qiao continued to fuse the Youran Grass as planned and did not rest until the early morning.

She didn’t know if it was because of the fight with Wangyou during the day, but she had a strange dream.

In her dream, she seemed to be on a battlefield, surrounded by bloody corpses.

She couldn't tell who the dead people were, but every glance at them made her feel heartbroken.

Why did these people die?

Does this have anything to do with her?

He walked forward with the heavy black sword in his hand, the blood on the ground almost covering his feet.

She didn't know where the end would be. The scene around her kept changing, but she was the only living thing from beginning to end. The dim light was deep red, and the lifelessness was so suffocating.

She thought the dream was over, but just when she felt like she was about to wake up, a silver spear suddenly appeared in front of her and pierced her heart directly!

"!!!"

Shen Qiao woke up suddenly, and the palpitations made the dream seem more real.

It's like...it really happened.

She was no longer sleepy, so she simply sat up from the bed to calm herself down.

I originally thought that the person who appeared in the dream these two times should be Xi Yan, the person Yun Zhi wanted to resurrect.

But why is this dream related to Wangyou’s sword?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Shen Qiao could only temporarily attribute everything to his own random thoughts and not delve into it further.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Qiao worked hard and finally broke through to the middle stage of the Forget Dust Realm before entering the Sword Tomb.

"You have three days to find a spirit sword that suits you, but there's one thing: once the three days are up, no matter what the result is, you must come out immediately."

These words were said by Yan Zun, who was in charge of managing the sword tomb.

Shen Qiao: "Disciple understands."

In fact, such a small matter could be presided over by any disciple of Yan Zun, but Yan Zun came in person out of curiosity about the little girl Shen Qiao.

Before they even entered, the older and younger ones started chatting. "How old are you? Where are you from?"

"Replying to the Immortal Venerable, I am twelve years old this year and come from the south of Qingzhou."

Yan Zun nodded thoughtfully, "You're this old? I see you're only about eight or nine. Is the food for outer disciples not good enough?"

This is true, but it's not that bad...

After all, the meals for the outer disciples are prepared by the chefs of Tianxing Sect, and the main focus is on balanced nutrition, no more, no less.

"Maybe... the disciple hasn't grown up yet?"

This made Yan Zun amused. Shen Qiao only tried to speak. Yan Zun squatted down and rubbed her face, as if looking at it carefully again. "That's right. When you are ten years old, it is the time to grow up. You are still young and there is still a lot of room for you to develop."

Why do you like to rub her so much?

Shen Qiao smiled helplessly.

This was the first time I spoke to Yan Zun. I had only seen her a few times in my previous life when I was with Yun Zhi. What impressed me most was her free and easy personality, which was no less than that of men.

Yan Zun is the oldest elder in Tianxing Sect. She learned from the first sect leader of Tianxing Sect. Lian Yunzhi was promoted to the position of Venerable after her. But for some reason, this Venerable God has never ascended to heaven or reincarnated. The sect invited her to come out and become the sect leader, but she refused. Her favorite thing to do is to teach and beat her disciples.

He is quite a weird person.

"It's almost time, you should get ready to go in." Yan Zun said as he stood up, pulled out a special dagger from his narrow sleeves and threw it into the groove on the stone mountain.

The mountain gate, which was originally tightly closed, made a moving sound, and then slid to both sides, revealing the foggy steps behind it.

Yan Zun gave a final instruction and handed the timekeeping bracelet to Shen Qiao, "Remember: Don't be greedy, don't linger. You can go in later, but you absolutely cannot stay any longer. Do you understand?"

Shen Qiao took the jade bracelet, put it on, and bowed, "Yes."

As he stepped into the sword tomb, a gloomy and cold wind blew towards him.

The air was filled with the metallic smell of iron. The light was not bright, and I could just barely see the steps under my feet with the help of the light coming in from outside.

"Just keep going. It's up to you when to stop."

Yan Zun's voice came from outside. Shen Qiao calmed himself down and resolutely walked deeper until he completely disappeared from Yan Zun's sight.

When——when——

The sound of iron colliding was endless. Shen Qiao could no longer see the steps under his feet and had to rely entirely on his feeling to move forward.

The swords in the sword tomb are quite old. It is said that they were all forged by the founder of the sect himself. In addition to the nine hundred swords, there are also one hundred other weapons.

These days, when she went to the library to look through medical books, she also looked for information about sword tombs. She looked at many famous swords, but she just couldn't find a suitable one.

There was one sword that matched her attributes, but unfortunately it was a heavy sword and not suitable for her habits.

However, what surprised her the most at the moment was that all these flying swords were just circling around her, and whenever she wanted to reach out and grab one to take a look, they all hid from her.

No, even if her realm is low, you can't look down on her like this, right?

After several unsuccessful attempts, Shen Qiao could only swallow his anger and endure it.

"hiss!"

It seemed as if something hard hit her head on.

Shen Qiao rubbed his forehead and looked up, but there was nothing in front of him except darkness.

She raised her hand to try desperately, and she could feel something trying to approach her, but before she could hold it tightly, it slipped away.

"Ha..." Shen Qiao laughed out of anger.

It's interesting. How could she, the leader of kendo, be bullied by a sword one day?

Reaching out his hand again, Shen Qiao condensed the spiritual power in his hand, and when the thing hit him, he raised his hand and grabbed it accurately and froze it.

It seemed to be a handle or something like that, but based on Shen Qiao's experience, this thing was definitely not a sword.

hum-

A buzzing sound that went straight to the top of his head shocked Shen Qiao so much that he was dizzy and a foreboding premonition arose.

Something's wrong, wait a minute! I didn't say I wanted you!!!