Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

The entire Spirit Sword Sect was filled with jubilation, for Su Lan had achieved another breakthrough! At only eleven years old, she had already reached the Zhiwei Realm, a very rare achievement in the world of immortal cultivation. It was worth noting that Ouyang Qing, once hailed as the foremost cultivator in the sect, had only reached the Zhiwei Realm at the age of forty.

In this way, Su Lan's talent can be said to be astonishing. Therefore, in order to protect this seedling and prevent her from being disturbed by the outside world, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect decisively ordered the news to be blocked to avoid unnecessary trouble.

However, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect still felt the pressure. They realized the gap between themselves and Su Lan was widening, so they redoubled their efforts in cultivation. After all, who wouldn't want to be as strong as Su Lan? In this way, the overall strength of the Spirit Sword Sect gradually increased, which could be considered as the result of cultivation.

Speaking of Su Lan, there's no secret to her astonishing achievements. The sword manual she practices is a common entry-level manual, but she simply works harder than others. Every day, from dawn to dusk, excluding eight hours for eating and sleeping, she devotes nearly all of her time to practicing and honing her sword techniques. She doesn't even miss a single morning class; her perseverance and determination are truly admirable.

However, at this moment, Elder Qin Min noticed something was wrong. She found that her young apprentice seemed a little too eager to make progress, as if she was rushing to complete a task. This made her feel worried, so she decided to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Su Lan.

One day, Elder Qin Min summoned Su Lan to her room. She looked at this young disciple with a heart filled with concern and anticipation. She gently asked, "Lanlan, why do you practice cultivation? Is it for immortality or for ascending to immortality?"

"Master, I came here for revenge, but the enemy is too powerful. I can only..." Su Lan lowered her head, a trace of hatred and helplessness flashing in her eyes. She knew that with her current strength, she could not compete with that powerful enemy.

"Revenge? You've been my disciple for a year and have never mentioned this matter. Tell me, and I will solve it for you." Qin Min frowned. She didn't want to see her disciple troubled by hatred.

"Thank you, Master, but I need to avenge this vengeance myself." Su Lan raised her head and said firmly. She knew that only by killing the enemy with her own hands could she untie the knot in her heart.

"But you've broken through too quickly and have no combat experience, so your cultivation is really superficial." Qin Min looked at her apprentice worriedly, "Why don't you go down the mountain to gain some experience, kill some ferocious beasts, explore some secret areas, and then work harder based on your current cultivation." She believed that only through practice and combat could one truly improve one's strength.

Su Lan thought about it and felt that what her master said made sense. She really needed more practical experience to consolidate her cultivation. So, she nodded in agreement.

After Su Lan left, Qin Min was not completely relieved. She called her third apprentice Dugu Yan again and told him to protect Su Lan secretly.

In this way, Su Lan began her life of training alone with a sword, but in fact, she was not alone, because Dugu Yan was silently guarding her in the dark.

In the inner sect competition, Jiang Suihuan used some means to bribe the elders who were responsible for allocating the duel places, and successfully arranged himself and Nangong Yan to become opponents together.

Originally, Ouyang Qing had confined the heroine to Jiang Suihuan's attention, temporarily diverting it from Nangong Yan. However, unexpectedly, less than three months later, Nangong Yan was released and, constantly hanging around Ouyang Qing, constantly asserting her presence. For the proud and willful little princess, this was simply unbearable!

Therefore, this inner sect competition was of great significance to Jiang Suihuan. She had already prepared many magic weapons and was determined to take this opportunity to completely destroy Nangong Yan and prevent her from appearing before Ouyang Qing again.

When Nangong Yan learned that her opponent was Jiang Suihuan, with whom she had a deep hatred, she turned pale with fear and ran to Pei Ning with tears in her eyes, crying, "Brother Pei, what should I do? My opponent is Jiang Suihuan! She will definitely find ways to make sure I don't leave the ring alive!"

Pei Ning hurriedly whispered to comfort her, "Don't worry, Sister Yan'er. The rules of the inner sect competition are to stop at a certain point, she dare not do anything reckless. Besides, I am here, and so is your master, we will all protect your safety." However, just halfway through his words, Pei Ning suddenly retracted his right hand that was about to hug Nangong Yan, because he suddenly remembered that the last time he went to find his beloved girl, he was severely warned by that cold-faced and ruthless uncle.

Nangong Yan cried even more sadly and continued, "No, Brother Pei, you don't understand that vicious woman Jiang Suihuan at all! She always looks for opportunities to bully me, wuwuwu... Moreover, her cultivation is a whole realm higher than mine. I'm afraid I'm really in great danger this time... wuwuwu..."

As she spoke, Nangong Yan fell into Pei Ning's arms and burst into tears. Pei Ning had no choice but to gently pat her back, secretly thinking about which defensive magic weapon would be most suitable to give to Nangong Yan to ensure her safety. As for the slightly raised corners of the girl's mouth in his arms, he didn't notice it at all.

Finally, Nangong Yan proudly left Pei Ning's room with a Qiankun bag filled with various precious treasures and elixirs. Among them, there were even many rare spiritual medicines that could improve cultivation.

When Jin Ling witnessed all this through the system screen, he couldn't help but be shocked by Nangong Yan's amazing methods. He realized that the human mind is really unpredictable. They always come up with some unexpected methods to achieve their goals.

However, at this moment, Su Lan suddenly became very interested in the Qiankun bag in Nangong Yan's hand. It turned out that she noticed that there were several special elixirs in the bag that could be used to repair damaged souls and further enhance one's strength.

Recalling the original owner's broken soul in her portable space, Su Lan wanted to go to Lingfeng to look for treasures and bring back some spiritual medicines and plants to repair the original owner's soul. These were all owed to the original owner by the male and female protagonists in their previous lives.

Su Lan first knocked out the third senior brother in the next room. This was a system-made incense that could make even a third senior brother at the Zhiwei Realm sleep through the night. To ensure the safety of the third senior brother, Su Lan also specially arranged a defensive formation.

Then, under Jin Ling's stunned gaze, she forcibly raised her realm from the Zhiwei Realm to the Yuanhua Realm. Facing Jin Ling's shocked expression, Su Lan said calmly, "Don't look so surprised. There will be many more such things in the future!"

"Then Master, if that's the case, why do you still want to practice so slowly? Why don't you just kill all those enemies directly?" Jin Ling asked in confusion.

Su Lan smiled and explained, "The male protagonist's aura is still quite strong, so we can't kill him for the time being. Besides, I hope that the original owner can complete this revenge, which will be more meaningful."

Jin Ling nodded, seeming to understand, but still not fully understanding Su Lan's intention. At this moment, Su Lan suddenly disappeared from the system space with a swish and appeared outside Ling Feng.

"Oh my, you didn't even take me with you to such a fun thing!" Jin Ling, a little sword spirit, howled in the system space.