Why aren't you guys complaining now that I'm here?

After leaving Lin Qiuya's body, Lin Hao woke up in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The little man simulated by the system jumped around beside her.

[Host, your soul has been repaired. The power of faith you now possess is sufficient for you to choose a new body and return to Tianming Continent. Do you wish to continue the quest?]

Lin Hao shook his head and said, "Choose a new body."

She couldn't wait to go back and take revenge.

【okay. 】

[The host's new body is Ling Qiu, a newly selected inner disciple of the Bingyue Peak of the Yuxiao Sect. Ling Qiu, like you, has wood spiritual roots and is quite talented.]

[Half a month ago, during the sect competition, Ling Qiu was deliberately targeted and severely injured. A quarter of an hour ago, his soul dissipated, leaving only a body that was very suitable for a host.]

"Okay, take me there."

......

"Nephew, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Lin Hao woke up from his coma, and felt a sharp pain in his meridians and bones as if they were broken. These were the injuries left by his original body.

With a slight movement of her mind, she mobilized her spiritual energy to flow through her body, and the injuries on her meridians, tendons and bones were instantly healed.

She looked around calmly.

This was a room of neither too big nor too small. She vaguely remembered that this was the standard room for inner disciples of Yuxiao Sect.

Standing beside the bed was a female cultivator wearing the sect's uniform. She had a pretty face and her eyes looked somewhat familiar.

Lin Hao thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "...Zong Yue?"

A finger hit his head and he jumped, "Call me uncle."

It's really her.

Lin Hao rubbed his forehead, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

When she died, Zong Yue was still a little girl. I didn’t expect that she has grown up so much now.

"Zong Yue, where is your master?" she asked.

Zong Yue looked at her strangely: "Ling Qiu, what's wrong with you today? Why are you always talking nonsense?"

She raised her hand and placed it on Lin Hao's forehead.

Lin Hao shuddered from the cold and quickly pushed her away.

"I'm fine, Zong Yue...Uncle Master."

After struggling to squeeze out that title, the rest of the conversation went much more smoothly.

"Uncle Master, how's the sect competition going?"

"What else can we do?" Zong Yue spread his hands unhappily. "It's just like every year. The clan leader's lineage wins a resounding victory, and we, the little minions, are just running behind."

Lin Hao's eyes were slightly cold.

Rong Heng is as disgusting as ever.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. The Sect Master is getting married in ten days, and your master is busy procuring the arrangements."

"Ask me to take you down the mountain to train. Don't hang around under Guan Shanyue's nose, or she might get mad at you again."

Guan Shanyue......

Long-lost memories flooded into my mind.

Lin Hao's eyes were extremely cold.

A thousand years ago, she was a princess of the mortal world, born with top-grade wood spiritual roots.

Guan Shanyue was also called Liuyue, and was the maid who had served her since childhood.

In March of that year, Rong Heng, the young master of Yuxiao Sect, came down the mountain to select disciples for the sect. He fell in love with her at first sight and treated her with great courtesy.

She only cared about the great way and refused many times.

Liu Yue was attracted to Rong Heng, so she took the opportunity to step in and act as a confidant to enlighten him.

Rong Heng was half-heartedly practicing spiritual cultivation with Liu Yue, and she happened to see it. She felt that Rong Heng was hypocritical and disgusting. He swore to the sky that he was devoted to her the day before, but the next day he was hanging out with other people.

As a result, he developed a dislike for him, turned away, and never paid any attention to him again.

Rong Heng was filled with remorse and beat Liu Yue half to death, and made her kneel in front of her door for half a month.

Lin Hao was too lazy to even look at it, so he went out to gain experience with Master Zong Yue Lingyang, and only returned to the sect two years later.

During this period, Rong Heng lost face because of the news of his kneeling. He turned his love for her into hatred and plotted against her many times after she returned to the sect. He was like a mortal enemy to her.

Liu Yue was unable to get the love she wanted, so he broke up with her, changed his name to Guan Shanyue, and joined the clan leader's lineage.

Lin Hao didn't want to get entangled with them, so he either stayed in seclusion or went out to gain experience.

Seven hundred years later, she entered the Mahayana stage and was only one step away from ascending to heaven.

Because her master asked her to protect the sect until his ascension before his death, she found a cave in the back mountain of Yuxiao Sect to practice, and ignored the sect's mundane affairs.

After the previous sect leader passed away, Rong Heng took over as the sect leader.

Perhaps he felt that he was now qualified to stand by Lin Hao's side, so he approached her again and proposed to marry her.

Lin Hao had no expression on his face and was unwilling to say a word to him. He waved his hand and kicked him out.

From then on, Rong Heng never came again.

Until she was weak from the tribulation, Rong Heng and Guan Shanyue attacked her with the ancient artifact Zhuxian Sword, almost killing her.

Thinking of the crucial word "again" that Zong Yue had just said, Lin Hao understood that Ling Qiu's injury must be related to Guan Shanyue.

I didn't expect that even after so many years of her death, Guan Shanyue is still so insidious and cunning.

Lin Hao's thoughts returned, and he pretended to be confused: "Uncle Master, why did Senior Guan Shanyue want to deal with me?"

"Oh, Guan Shanyue is absolutely crazy. It's just your name and Uncle Lin... Oh no! It's nothing, nothing. I didn't say anything!"

Zong Yue quickly covered his mouth, his eyes rolling around, and raised his hand to lift her up from the couch.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get up. Let's get going quickly so no one sees us."

She is Lingyang's last disciple, the youngest, and the most lively and simple-minded.

Of course, it is also the easiest to cheat.

Lin Hao took her arm and sat back on the couch, his eyes sly: "Uncle, the back of my neck seems to hurt a little, can you help me take a look first."

"Where is it? Let me take a look."

Zong Yue walked over carelessly.

Lin Hao raised his hand, made a gesture and threw it at her.

puff.

Zong Yue slumped down on the couch with his eyes narrowed.

Lin Hao closed his eyes and sensed it.

The magical instruments bound to her soul gradually awakened with her rebirth.

"Cang Yun, summon."

She parted her lips and moaned.

hum-

A green, white-patterned, heavenly-grade magical weapon suddenly shot out from above her head, like a dusty gem that had been washed clean of its impurities, emitting a dazzling light.

Lin Hao gently stroked the sword with his bare hands, "Old friend, come with me to seek revenge."

hum!hum!hum!

The Cang Yun Sword burst out with a strong fighting spirit.

Lin Hao swung his sword in a flower shape, held Cang Yun upright behind him, and flew towards Qingxin Peak where the sect leader lived.

......

"Master, the sect leader is getting married soon. If you insist on seclusion at this time, I'm afraid it will anger Guan Shanyue."

On Qingluan Peak, Lingyang said with disdain, "No, Fuyu, you are wrong. That damn woman wishes I would never show up again."

"After all, seeing me would remind her of Lin Hao, and she would probably feel very uncomfortable."

Fu Yu was silent.

After a long moment, she cautiously asked, "Master, could Uncle Lin's death be related to...those two?"

“…I don’t know.” Lingyang smiled bitterly.

"When I realized something was wrong and rushed over, she had already lost her soul and didn't leave a single clue."

"I have been secretly investigating for many years, but I have never found anything."

"If I see that damn woman Lin Hao again, I..."

Lingyang was just swearing harsh words with red eyes when the sword beside her suddenly hummed, jumped up excitedly, and hit her forehead with a bang.

The body of a cultivator is as hard as a rock. Ling Yang didn't feel any pain at all, but suddenly jumped up.

"This, this is..."