After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

In the following days, the disciples who participated in the Qingyun Conference lived in dire straits.

Almost all the elders from the seven peaks came out to personally teach these disciples about their experiences.

Every day, the seven peaks could be heard echoing with quarrels over disciples. Some elders were even more irritable and would start a fight on the spot if they disagreed with something. Whoever won would take the disciple away.

The various acts of snatching people by these elders shocked the young disciples. Their outrageous actions time and time again refreshed the disciples' perception of them.

Baicao Zhenjun, who was usually gentle and kind to his disciples, rolled up his sleeves and shouted angrily at the door of the library: "Su Huaining, if you don't identify all the herbs and memorize all the recipes, how can you make pills? From now on, you must stay in the library and don't come out! Wait until you can memorize all the recipes!"

Master Tiebi disagreed: "What's the point of just knowing how to make pills? In the Dusk Forest, strength is everything. All of you, follow me to the Sword Dance Terrace and swing your swords 30,000 times."

Yuanguan Zhenjun interrupted the argument between Tiebi Zhenjun and Baicao Zhenjun: "They are going to the dangerous Dusk Forest, where magical beasts are everywhere. They should come to me and recite the complete collection of magical beasts first."

"I asked my disciple to recite the recipe. What's wrong? Are you not convinced? If you're not convinced, come and fight!"

"Just fight, who is afraid of whom?"

. . . . . .

The arguments grew more and more intense, and the disciples watched the elders quarreling in amazement, not daring to move a step.

"Where are you going?" Xia Chen turned his head and looked at Pei Nianyi and Su Huaining.

Su Huaining answered without hesitation: "Of course I'm going to the library! Master's words must be obeyed." He paused and asked, "What about you?"

Xia Chen glanced at Tiebi Zhenjun, who was about to roll up his sleeves to fight, and sighed, "I'm going to the Sword Dance Terrace and swing my sword 30,000 times."

The two looked at each other, feeling a sense of mutual admiration, and then turned to look at Pei Nianyi at the same time.

The girl, whose eyes seemed unable to open, squatted on the ground, drowsy.

She hadn't slept at night recently, and had been practicing new sword moves in the Awakening Trial.

Hearing the two people's questions, Pei Nian rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stood up: "Me? Of course I'm going to find Uncle Xie."

Pei Nianyi walked slowly towards Tianquan Peak.

After a period of devilish training, the disciples' cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and the elders were very satisfied with their performance.

The day before leaving, Pei Nianyi did not leave as usual after finishing his sword-swinging practice at Wujianping.

Her delicate almond-shaped eyes looked at Xie Changan eagerly, the corners of her lips slightly raised, her small dimples faintly visible, but she did not speak.

Xie Changan raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Thank you, Uncle Master. Did you forget to give me something?" The girl smiled lightly, her eyes clear. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"If you want to go, then go. What else do you want to ask for?" Xie Changan didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Reward! The reward for winning the first place in my sect's competition!" Pei Nian stretched out her hand and placed it in front of Xie Changan. The girl's fingers were slender, long, white and tender, not like the hands of a sword cultivator.

Xie Changan was silent for a moment, then took out a samurai sword and put it in Pei Nianyi's hand. This sword was made according to Pei Nianyi's requirements. I don't know how she could have so many strange ideas.

This is a replica of the Xiu Baixue sword from the world of cultivation.

Pei Nianyi pulled out the sword and looked at it carefully. The handle, guard, and blade were all pure white. The hilt was an oval with six hollowed-out spots. There were patterns on the front end of the handle and white diamond-shaped gauze on the end of the handle.

She can't get the pirated version of Sou Shirayuki, Rao Zhirou, but she can have the replica version of Sou Shirayuki!

The girl looked at the beautiful sword in her hand, a smile appearing on her jade-white face. "Thank you, Uncle Master. Aren't you going to the Qingyun Conference with us tomorrow?"

Xie Changan shook his head. "I should have gone with you as the leading elder, but I recently made a breakthrough in my cultivation and need to go into seclusion for a while. Therefore, this time, True Lord Tiebi will lead you."

"Oh, then I will come back as soon as possible, and I wish Uncle Xie a smooth retreat." Pei Nianyi felt a little sorry that Xie Changan could not go to the Qingyun Conference with him, but he was more excited that he could finally travel far away.

Xie Changan's expression became complicated upon hearing the girl's words. After hesitating for a while, he took out a puppet from his storage ring and said seriously, "This puppet is a practice piece of mine. This time, let it accompany you to the Qingyun Conference."

Pei Nianyi obviously didn't expect this to happen. She looked at the puppet with wide eyes in surprise.

This puppet was obviously made by Xie Changan based on his own image. From the appearance, it is almost exactly the same as a real person. He is wearing the Taoist robe of a disciple of the Sword Sect, with a sword case on his back, and looks very elegant.

Pei Nian stretched out his hand and poked the puppet's face. It was hard and cold, and it was indeed not a real person.

This is a puppet that can be mistaken for a real one.

"This is a puppet made from phoenix-head wood. Its body is composed of alien tendons and silver star souls as its meridians and joints. It moves flexibly and can be controlled at will." Xie Changan walked around the puppet while explaining to Pei Nianyi, "I divided a strand of my soul and injected it into its body. It should have the strength to form a core."

"On a normal day, he can act like a normal person. Talking to him is like talking to me. When you need to use him, just infuse his spiritual energy into his body to wake him up. Manipulating a puppet requires controlling spiritual energy. Just practice more and it won't be a problem."

As soon as Xie Changan finished speaking, Pei Nianyi couldn't wait to inject his spiritual power into the puppet. The puppet suddenly drew his sword, a cold light flashed, and the long sword chopped down. With a loud bang, a big tree next to it was cut in half by the sword energy.

"This puppet still has a lot of room for improvement. It can grow as your cultivation level increases."

"Uncle Xie, can his sword be exchanged?" Pei Nianyi asked, staring at the puppet's sword.

"It's up to you. If you have a good spiritual sword, you can give it to him." Xie Changan replied, "It still has many uses. You can slowly learn about it."

Pei Nianyi bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Uncle Master, for your puppet." She changed the subject: "What should I call him?"

"It's up to you. Since I gave it to you, it's naturally yours. It's up to you what you want to call it." Xie Changan said casually.

"Then let's call him Xiao Chang'an." Pei Nian smiled and tapped the puppet's face.

Xie Changan choked, his eyes widened in shock and he asked in disbelief, "What did you call him?"

"Xiao Changan, is there any problem?"

"Don't make fun of other people's names. It's very rude."

"Isn't he a replica of you? Of course it's Little Chang'an."

"It's up to you. Go early and come back early, don't die." Xie Changan paused slightly, put his hands behind his back, and looked indifferent. It was obvious that he didn't want to discuss this issue anymore.