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

This game lasted for an unknown amount of time, and finally Ji Wushuang became a little annoyed. For some reason, this birdman had such a bad temper, as if she had dug up his ancestral grave.

Damn it, does it really matter where she learned how to use the sword?

No, we can't fight anymore.

If this continues, it might attract the attention of others, and it would be troublesome if the relationship between the human race and the feathered race worsens.

Emperor Fengying is still young and may not be a match for those old guys in the Yu clan.

It’s better to run away.

Ji Wu's eyes rolled, and after striking out with his sword, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Wait, don't you want to know where I learned how to use my sword? I'll tell you."

The six-winged man was indeed stunned for a moment. Ji Wushuang wanted this moment, but he saw a cunning look in the eyes of the woman under the mask in front of him, "I created this myself, silly bird."

After the girl finished speaking, she turned over and jumped, and her figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Not only was she gone, but so was the half-dead body she had brought with her.

But the six-winged man did not get angry as Ji Wushuang had imagined. Instead, he stayed where he was, with Ji Wushuang's words "silly bird" constantly lingering in his mind.

Silly bird...

Silly bird...

The six-winged feathered man was certain that Ji Wushuang was the human who suddenly disappeared outside the Holy Land of the Gods, because the same trick could not fool him twice. This should be some special skill that could hide from the scan of divine consciousness.

That human race...

The six-winged creature actually pursued that human relentlessly because of her. Her appearance was a little bit like her.

Plus, the same martial arts techniques as hers.

She has the same catchphrase as her: "Silly bird".

and so……

Is it her?!

The six-winged man was unsure. He was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He couldn't help but murmur, "Is it you... Lord Sword Master..."

The six-winged elder who is admired and shocked by the world did not have six wings from the beginning. His existence itself is a "miracle" because the Feather Clan is different from the Human Clan. The Human Clan can improve themselves through acquired efforts and practice, but the Feather Clan relies on bloodline.

In other words, if a Feather Clan member is destined to be useless from birth, then he will be useless for the rest of his life...

Unfortunately, he, the honorable six-winged elder, was also a waste when he was born.

He kept trying to change his fate, but was repeatedly crushed into the mud by his tribesmen. They said: Luo Qi, stop struggling. No matter how much you struggle, you won't change anything. Trash is trash.

Not only his tribesmen and brothers and sisters said so, but even his parents said so.

That's why they named him "Luo Qi".

A piece of waste, a piece of waste.

You should give up when it’s time to give up, otherwise it will only make people feel disgusted.

No one believed in him, and everyone was laughing at him, so he was ready to give up on himself...

Until that day, he met her.

A "thief" who sneaked into the ancestral land of the Feather Clan.

The "thief" had a pair of extremely bright eyes. He looked at himself teasingly as he was secretly wiping away tears, and said with a smile: "Little silly bird, why are you crying here?"

Luo Qi was shocked and almost jumped up to call for help, but was covered by the "thief".

"Hush, be quiet. I'm not a bad person. I just heard that your Feather Clan has a secret method that can cleanse the marrow and strengthen the bones, so I came to take a look. I have no ill intentions."

Only then did Luo Qi notice that there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on the "thief". So this "thief" was a waste just like him?

This was the first time Luo Qi had seen someone of his own kind, so he inexplicably felt a sense of empathy for the thief. He used his eyes to signal the thief that he would not shout nonsense. After the thief let him go, he said, "Don't waste your energy. The Feather Clan's secret method of tempering the body is useless to humans. It is only useful to the Feather Clan."

The thief looked disappointed: "Ah? Really?"

Luo Qi: "Of course it's true."

The "thief" looked Luo Qi up and down, curled his lips and said: "It seems that your Feather Clan's secret method is just average, otherwise why are you still so weak?"

Luo Qi was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He angrily said, "I won't allow you to insult the heritage of the Yu Clan!"

The Thief curled his lips again. "What kind of insult is that? I'm just being honest. After all, you look about the same as me, weak and frail. So your inheritance is just average... you can't even help your own people."

Luo Qi's cheeks flushed red, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or something else. After a while, he said, "I didn't."

The thief blinked: "Nothing?"

Luo Qi lowered his eyes and drooped his head, his shoulders and back slightly tense. After a long moment, he said, "I'm not qualified to receive the inheritance... So it's not that the inheritance is weak, it's that I'm weak..."

The thief was stunned: "Ah? Why can't you accept the inheritance?"

Luo Qi lowered his head even lower, his eyes filled with warmth.

He didn't want to show his wounds to others.

In no mood.

Because he has accepted too much ridicule, contempt, sneer and pity.

Those emotions were too much for him.

He even felt that he should never have come into the world...

but……

But the "thief" opposite is just like him, a loser and a pitiful creature, so talking to her... should be okay, right?

"Because I am useless... My bloodline is too weak, so I am not worthy of receiving the inheritance."

The thief's eyes widened as she stared at him silently for a long moment. Suddenly, she said, "How ridiculous! It's because you're useless that you need the inheritance even more, right? They're depriving you of your inheritance just to make the weak weaker and the strong stronger. In the future, the gap between the same clan will grow wider and wider. They'll be the ones controlling and possessing all the resources, and you'll be useless for the rest of your lives!"

Luo Qi: “…”

Even though he's a waste, you don't have to remind him over and over again, right? For a moment, Luo Qi didn't know how to describe his feelings.

But he also understood that the "thief" was right.

In the long run, the strong will become stronger and the weak will become weaker.

But the clan leaders had said long ago that the inheritance was limited. If they were given these useless people but they failed to grow up, and the opportunity to make the talented clan members become stronger wasted, then who would protect the clan members in the future?

Rely on these trash?

So they must learn to sacrifice, to dedicate themselves, and to be humble...

Luo Qi smiled bitterly, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, and stared at the "thief". "You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything at all!"

The "thief" was stunned by Luo Qi's yelling. After he came to his senses, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Yes, I don't understand, but I will take action. Come with me, little silly bird!"

The "thief" suddenly grabbed Luo Qi's hand, and with the other hand pulled out a sword that he had taken out from somewhere, and took Luo Qi and sneaked into the ancestral land of the Feather Clan.

Her back was the most gorgeous sight Luo Qi had ever seen in his life.

She is like an indestructible sword, with a magnificent flame, splitting all obstacles, barriers and thorns in her way.

Formation?

hack!

Prohibition?

hack!

Soul-stealing technique?

hack!

The powerful Feather Clan members rushing over?

hack!

The girl's eyes were firm, her movements were sharp, and her eyes seemed to only want to move forward, move forward again, and move forward courageously—

When he came to his senses, the girl had already brought him to the inheritance site and kicked him in.

In a trance, he heard his own trembling voice.

--Who are you!

——Who are you!

The thief didn't answer him, but only gave him a bright smile and said: "I've given you a chance, so you must seize it. We'll never see each other again, silly bird."

Luo Qi really seized the opportunity just as the "thief" said.

He became the only member of the Feathered Clan who was judged to be a waste but grew six wings.

As for never meeting again?

Luo Qi thought, it seems to have come true...

Because when he looked at her again, she was a god who fought against the abyss with her flesh and blood and protected all living beings.

He stared blankly at the fireworks as she fell...

Piercing the sky, burning away the darkness...

It was then that he learned her name—the semi-saint of the human race, the Immortal Sword Master Ji Wushuang.