Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

It is not difficult to imagine that a child who is born at the cost of his mother's life is burdened with heavy shackles and bound by suffocating sins from the moment he is born.

His father hated him.

His people did not dare to get close to him.

But that was his father, his people.

He couldn't resent them.

Because he also felt that he shouldn't have been born...

The endless pain made him leave the ancestral land of the Three-legged Golden Crow and begin to wander in the universe.

He lived a life of drunkenness and dreams.

He indulged himself.

He was obviously a man, but he fell in love with Hongzhuang, because only when he wore women's clothes did he feel embraced, cherished, and loved by his mother...

Later, during the Battle of Guixu, he learned of the heavy casualties suffered by various tribes, and resolutely decided to hide it from everyone and fight for the Three-legged Golden Crow tribe.

He thought that war could wash away his sins.

He thought that his death would bring peace to his father Ziyang Jinwu...

So he did not resist death.

He even looked forward to it.

Would my death make my father feel better?

But when he really died and fell into the God's Tomb, he realized that death was not the end, but another long beginning.

He began to think of his father and his tribe.

He wants to go back...

He went back not to do anything, but to tell them that he didn't hate them, never had...

Because they are his relatives.

Ji Wushuang was silent for a long time after listening to Xuanshui Qilin's words. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly took out a handful of Beast Heart Sacred Grass and stuffed it into Xuanshui Qilin's hand: "Thank you, senior."

Xuanshui Qilin was heartless, his mind full of the Beast Heart Sacred Grass. As he chewed, he said, "But your fourth master has been dead for so many years. How could he accept you as his disciple? The timing doesn't make sense."

"Oh, we met him in the God's Tomb..."

"puff!!!"

The Hanging Water Qilin sprayed out on the spot. If Ji Wushuang hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been splashed with broken grass in the face. "What did you say? God's Tomb?"

The corners of Ji Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he gave Xuanshui Qilin an accusing look.

"Yes, God's Tomb, is there any problem?"

Hanging Water Qilin: "!!!"

What’s the problem!

This is a huge problem!

The Tomb of Gods is an undirected world of origin and is very mysterious, because not only is the space uncontrollable, but even the time and space are uncontrollable.

"How did you get out of the God's Tomb?"

"Oh, the masters calculated it for me, and I came out."

"Who are your masters?" Xuanshui Qilin asked hurriedly, "Tell me about them in detail so I can hear them."

"Why do you ask this?"

Ji Wushuang looked alert, and the Xuanshui Qilin was so angry that it transformed back into its original Qilin form. It stomped its hooves, and Taoist thunder roared around.

"Look carefully, I am Qilin Qilin! The Qilin clan is a sign of good fortune to heaven and earth, and is responsible for the rise and fall of all people. How could I harm your dead masters?" If there had not been another unusual movement in Guixu, the Qilin would not have bothered to care.

Ji Wushuang: "..." That seems to be true, "Ahem, my master is Juntian Zun Di Chen."

"!!!"

Damn, it comes with a fierce attack!

Venerable Juntian was even the Venerable Saint of Weapons. It was said that he was the person most likely to refine a treasure close to the ancient divine weapon... It was a pity that he passed away. Although Venerable Taiyin was the son of Venerable Juntian, his talent was far inferior to that of Venerable Juntian.

"My second master is Lian Beihai of the Yunlan Sect."

Xuanshui Qilin breathed a sigh of relief. He had never heard of this Lian Beihai. He thought he must be an unimportant person.

"My third master is Yan Du."

"Yan Du? Which Yan Du?"

After Ji Wushuang said that, Xuanshui Qilin asked about Yan Du's appearance. Hearing that he was an old ghost, he thought that they might just have the same name.

"You already know my fourth master. My fifth master's name is Hao Xuan."

“Pfft…Hao Xuan?”

"Correct."

"Is he a human?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's fine as long as it's human, hahahaha..."

Xuanshui Qilin was sure that Ji Wushuang's fifth master was a fool. After all, that good man had the same name as the Demon Emperor Hao Xuan? Was he afraid that he wouldn't die quickly enough?

It seems that Ji Wushuang's master is nothing special except for Juntian Zun and Jin Ci, so he can put aside his absurd "idea" just now.

Also.

How could the ancient "Holy Slaughterer" who is powerful enough to destroy the universe be the little girl in front of him?

Xuanshui Qilin coughed lightly and said, "I'll take you back to the Qilin ancestral land. Are you willing? As long as we return to our ancestral land, the scars of merit on your body will heal in the blink of an eye."

Ji Wushuang brought out the same argument for dealing with the three-legged golden crow, only to receive a roll of the eyes from the Xuanshui Qilin.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. Don't make excuses. Are we afraid of getting a little girl like you involved?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Forget it. Then I'll send you to a completely safe little world. Are you willing?"

"Really?"

"Well, let's go."

There are as many worlds in the heavens as there are stars. Although it seems that the human race can occupy nine thousand worlds, which seems to be a lot, most of the worlds are not suitable for cultivation and reproduction. Of course, there are also some small worlds that are only suitable for special cultivators.

The Hanging Water Qilin stepped across the void, picked up Ji Wushuang and threw him on its back. With a light leap, it crossed countless stars in the blink of an eye and landed in a seemingly withered and gray world.

Ji Wushuang was in a world full of rugged rocks, without even a blade of grass. He was bewildered.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"But there's nothing here."

The Hanging Water Qilin looked at Ji Wushuang as if she were a country bumpkin, and after landing with her in its mouth, it suddenly stomped hard on the ground.

"Boom..."

The ground cracked and strong winds blew all around. A child who looked about six or seven years old slowly walked out from the center of the storm.

The child was happily sucking on the bloody remains of something he didn't know. When he saw it was the Hanging Water Qilin, he immediately dropped the remains and said sweetly, "Sir, why are you here?"

Xuanshui Qilin looked dangerously at him and said, "Didn't I tell you not to eat anything casually? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?"

The child has two bells tied on her head, which is very cute. As she shakes her head, the bells can be heard jingling.

Every time it rang, Ji Wushuang felt as if someone was hammering his brain with a sledgehammer.

If Ji Wushuang did not have a Saint-level spiritual consciousness, he would have been lying on the ground motionless.

Seeing that Ji Wushuang had survived his "spiritual consciousness" attack, the child became interested and asked with sparkling eyes, "Sir, is this the toy you gave me?"

Ji Wushuang: “???”

Ji Wushuang looked at the old Qilin suspiciously, his eyes full of "You lied to me, old man."

Xuanshui Qilin felt guilty and cursed, "Don't talk nonsense, this is your sister Wushuang. She will be training here during this period. Don't mess with her."

Anyway, Xuanshui Qilin will never admit that it is a toy!

Cough!