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

Shi Lei felt a little regretful that he couldn't "pick up" his junior master, but he didn't dare to delay.

After all, Junior Master Uncle has no cultivation now, which means that she, oh no, it is me, a "mortal". The life span of a mortal is at most a hundred years, which is too short. For Mahayana cultivators like them, it is just a blink of an eye.

To put it bluntly, the ants in the sect might even live longer than Junior Master Uncle.

So he had to act immediately to reshape the spirit bones for his junior uncle.

Oh, by the way, before leaving, Shi Lei introduced the "Eighteen Sons of Yunlan" to Ji Wushuang.

Ji Wushuang met them one by one and asked them to wait.

Then the big guys saw their newly minted junior uncle grunting and taking the pen and ink from the side, and then buried his head in writing, and finally finished the work.

"This is my greeting gift to all my fellow apprentices."

Shi Lei and the others took a look at it and saw the words on it that looked like ghostly characters... The corners of their mouths twitched wildly...

They really want to say, Junior Master, we don’t understand!

But seeing Ji Wushuang's serious and earnest look, the hearts of the old men and women were almost melted. They quickly took it with both hands and put it away carefully.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, uncle."

Ji Wushuang then smiled. In her previous life, she was a semi-saint and had countless skills and treasures in her hands. Although she did not practice them herself, she would read books to pass the time when she had nothing to do.

Her spiritual awareness was extraordinary, and she could remember all the techniques after just one look, so she had countless books of techniques in her mind.

The skills she selected were the most suitable for her fellow disciples.

Seeing Ji Wushuang's smile, everyone made up their minds that even if the talismans given to them by the junior master were just children's scribbles, they would still treasure them as treasures.

Shi Lei put away his gifts and selected ten of them to go treasure hunting with him, while the other eight stayed in the sect to protect Ji Wushuang.

But Ji Wushuang refused. She said to everyone with a serious face, "The insights that my Second Master brought back from the God's Tomb this time should benefit everyone. You should all go back and refine and break through. Opportunities are fleeting. The skills I've given you should be able to help you. Besides, I'm in the sect, so I won't be in danger. I have the Sect Master to protect me."

Lian Xing, who was suddenly called out: "..."

Who can understand his feelings? !

I thought I had a connection with this little girl, so I wanted to take her in as my apprentice...

Then he suddenly transformed himself into the Grandmaster's Junior Uncle?!

How could he be so worthy as to protect you, Little Master?!

If you get hurt, he will probably be skinned alive by the ancestor!

Seeing Lian Xing hanging his head and not daring to speak, Shi Lei raised his hand and slapped him on the head: "Why are you so stunned, kid? Junior Master is talking to you. Junior Master trusts you so much, aren't you touched?"

Lian Xing: “…”

I dare not move! I dare not move!

Lian Xing quickly cleared his throat and said respectfully, "Don't worry, Grandmaster. I will take good care of my junior uncle."

Upon hearing this, Shi Lei and the Eighteen Sons rummaged through their own treasure houses, took out a bunch of treasures, and handed them all to Ji Wushuang, almost drowning him.

Since they wanted to keep their junior uncle in the sect, they naturally had to take protective measures.

Ji Wushuang hurriedly called a halt and said helplessly, "My fellow apprentices, it's not that I don't accept your kindness, but I have no spiritual energy. Even if I have spiritual treasures, talismans, and elixirs... I can't activate them."

Shi Lei and the others suddenly slapped their heads and asked, "What should we do?"

"My fellow apprentices, just give me some ordinary things that don't require spiritual power."

This has put a lot of difficulties in the Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing stages.

How could they have anything “ordinary” in their hands?

Finally, an old man with a white beard said, "What a coincidence, I just picked up a broken... ahem, simple stone, and then I found out that it is actually the Qiankun Space Stone.

This kind of stone is used to forge life space. It has inherent spatial properties, so it can easily place and extract items without the need for spiritual energy. All you need to do is use your spiritual sense to recognize the owner. It's just right for Junior Master."

Ji Wushuang took the stone and said with a smile, "This stone is just right for me. Thank you, Junior Brother Meng."

Meng Wangya smiled happily, obviously not expecting that his junior uncle would remember his name so easily.

"no, I'm fine."

The other "Eighteen Sons" felt jealous when they saw Meng Wangya "take the lead". They had almost exposed all their secrets, but still couldn't find anything suitable for Ji Wushuang.

Only one person can give her several top-level self-defense magic weapons.

These magic weapons are all "disposable" and use top-grade spirit stones as power, so they do not need to be activated by the protected person. The disadvantage is that they are scrapped after use. It is simply outrageously luxurious, and of course, useless.

Generally speaking, unless one has enough top-grade spirit stones at home to burn, one would not waste them like this.

So everyone only had a few items in their hands as a token of their appreciation.

But Ji Wushuang has eighteen nephews who are going through tribulation!

"Come here, Junior Master, this hairband is for you."

"This vestment is also for you."

"And this necklace."

"This earring!"

"Ring, ring..."

……

In the blink of an eye, Ji Wushuang was armed from head to toe by his fellow disciples.

I wish I could put a defensive ring on each of her ten toes.

Ji Wushuang experienced the feeling of being a nouveau riche.

"Thank you for your kindness, nephews, but that's enough, nephews."

"Not enough. These are disposable. Once they are used up, they are gone. Alas, I have no more. Next time, I will catch the old man from the neighboring sect and make a few more."

"I don't have any either. Let's go together next time."

"I'll go as well."

Ji Wushuang: “…”

There is no need to be so exaggerated.

Lian Xing on the side: "..."

He didn't say who was sad and jealous.

In the end, Ji Wushuang took great pains to send his fellow nephews away, and then immediately put away all his "nouveau riche" equipment, leaving only a necklace, which he hid inside his clothes.

Otherwise, if you show it, you will easily be mistaken for a fat sheep.

Ji Wushuang, feeling lighter, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lian Xing: "Master Lian..."

"No, no, no, just call me Xiaoxing."

Because the generation gap between Ji Wushuang and Lian Xing was really too big, if he asked Ji Wushuang to call him Master Lian, he dared to guarantee that his master would slap him to death when he came back.

That’s right, Lian Xing’s master is one of the Eighteen Sons, Feng Li, the Golden Phoenix Taoist, who is a powerful person in the late stage of tribulation.

"Okay, Xiaoxing, this is a greeting gift for you."

Lian Xing didn't expect that he would also have a gift. He happily accepted it and put it away: "Thank you, little master."

Ji Wushuang was silent for a moment, then said, "Xiaoxing, if you call me Little Master outside, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate."

Lian Xing also understood this. Ji Wushuang's seniority was too high, but her body was so special... If those cultivators who had grudges against them knew Ji Wushuang's identity, she would be in danger!

Seeking revenge on Mahayana and the old ancestor Dujie is a fantasy, but targeting a small mortal is a piece of cake.

"Young Master, what should I do then?"

Ji Wushuang said: "How about this, I will tell others that I am your disciple."

Lian Xing choked and stammered, "This, this...disciple doesn't dare..."

He couldn't withstand the iron fist of his master's love.

"It's okay. If Taoist Jinfeng scolds you, I'll take the blame for you."

"..."

Now it seems that this is the only way. I just hope that the young master can be more powerful and let him take fewer beatings.