After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Heavy rain was pouring down all over the sky, and the blue sky seemed to have a big hole in it. The dense rain poured down from the sky, instantly immersing the world in a white mist. Everything in sight, near and far, was covered with blurred shadows.

A sword gleaming with a cold light, a pair of muddy shoes, a tattered green dress dripping with blood... Jiang Liqian used the scabbard to support herself on the ground and walked towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons with difficulty, step by step. The ground under her feet was deep and shallow, and there were rugged rocks. If she was not careful, she would fall into the dirty mud.

The heavy rain was like rocks falling from the sky, hitting her bloody body non-stop. Her thin clothes were soaked with blood and washed away by the downpour in the blink of an eye. The howling wind blew by like waves, and in the next moment it would blow this fragile figure into the abyss further away.

But no matter how hard the wind and rain blew, she never stopped. If she fell, she would get up and continue walking. Her pretty face was covered with fine and dense scratches, but her ink-black eyes held a hint of unwillingness, and she refused to give up.

As long as she persisted a little longer, as long as she entered the territory of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, she could take a breath, heal her wounds, and find a way to continue living.

She didn't believe it, she didn't believe that fate was so unfair. Today, she was really going to die here.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, she can do it...

"Zheng——!"

A sharp sword sound suddenly came from far away, bringing with it an overwhelming chill, and suddenly pierced an inch in front of her. The surging sword energy instantly knocked her over, and her knees were hit by rocks. She felt severe pain and couldn't even keep her balance. She rolled all the way down the mountain road. Gravel, dead branches, bushes... countless sharp objects cut her already broken body, and her body, which was washed clean by the heavy rain, was once again soaked with bright red blood.

She held the sword tightly in her arms, the light in her eyes flickering, as if it would be extinguished by the cold rain.

The world was spinning around her, and she didn't know when she stopped. She only remembered that this gray world was finally no longer blurry enough to make her see anything clearly.

A green bamboo umbrella suddenly appeared, blocking her head. Wet rain kept dripping down from her hair. She raised her head in embarrassment, and her eyes saw a pair of floating cloud-like snow boots outlined with sky silver silk.

The boots were spotless, and even heavy rain could not disturb the man at all.

Hope rose in her eyes again, her eye sockets turned red, her cracked lips twitched, and she crawled a step towards the man, choking with sobs.

"Master..."

Covered in filth, with a hoarse voice, she was in extreme misery and embarrassment, but even now, she still had a little hope.

The master came to see her and held an umbrella for her. Does that mean that the master has forgiven her? Has he found evidence to clear her name and is no longer biased towards the younger sister? Can he see her getting better?

She did nothing wrong, she is qualified to be the eldest sister of Tiangan Sect, right?

She knew it, she knew it, even if everyone in the world didn't believe her and wanted to kill her, her master would definitely stand by her and protect her!

The light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she crawled another difficult step towards the figure.

At this moment, a sneer shattered her meager fantasy.

"Everyone says that the eldest sister is a rare genius in the world of immortal cultivation. How come she is still so stupid?"

who is it?

Who is speaking?

She tried hard to open her eyes, but her Nascent Soul was shattered, her cultivation level regressed, and her meridians were severed. She could no longer see who was coming through the heavy rain like a cultivator.

Finally, she gave up, her voice trembling, breaking all her pride as a monk and asking: "Who are you?"

The heavy rain seemed to stop for a moment, and the voice that came out became more and more sarcastic: "Oh, Third Brother, you, really, the eldest sister is not even as good as the young disciples who are practicing Qi. If we don't take the initiative to move closer, how can she see us?"

As she spoke, the heavy rain was blocked by an invisible barrier. The next moment, a large group of figures suddenly appeared in the white rain and fog, densely surrounding her from front to back and left to right.

She was so alone, surrounded by everyone. Every single person, every single face, familiar or unfamiliar, all stared at her with disgust and contempt, as if they wanted to tear her flesh off and torture her piece by piece.

Jiang Liqian didn't understand why she had ended up like this. Her fellow apprentices whom she had taught so carefully, her younger sister whom she took great care of, her destined companion, her blood-related brother, her fellow disciples and friends whom she always protected... Why, why did they look at her like that, why were they still unwilling to let her go even though she was in such a mess?

What did she do wrong?

"Master, Master, you are here to save your disciple, right?" The last ray of hope lingered on the snow-white figure in front of her. She tried her best to crawl in that direction, and a bloodstain slowly formed under her body.

But she refused to stop, nor did she dare to stop.

Master is her only hope. Even if he lied to her, as long as Master said, "Good disciple, you have suffered," she would be willing to forgive everyone here and let go of the fact that Master had shattered her Nascent Soul with his own hands. She could still risk her life for the Tiangan Sect.

As long as Master says one word...

"Senior Sister, at this point, please stop struggling and wasting everyone's time. The evidence of you colluding with the demons, betraying your master, and murdering your fellow disciples is irrefutable. We have witnesses and evidence. Today, you should surrender obediently and accept your guilt and punishment."

The junior sister, dressed in a water-green gauze dress, gracefully walked out of the crowd and advised her kindly. Her understanding and compassionate look made her look like a goddess who had descended from heaven to show her mercy.

If she hadn't told her to die.

If the dress she was wearing was not bought for her by selling the only jade pendant left by her deceased mother.

If it weren't for today's gray and heavy rain...

“Master!” she shouted, her heart bleeding.

But the person she called always had an indifferent face, like a banished immortal, without a trace of emotion. His faint gaze seemed to fall on her, but also seemed not to fall on her.

He has everything in his eyes.

There was nothing in his eyes.

Ha ha ha ha……

She suddenly burst into laughter.

This is the master she respects the most, relies on the most, and regards as the only goal to pursue in this life.

The past twenty years of her life had been a joke. In the end, no one was attached to her, and no one... was reluctant to let her go.

"Big Sister, don't let your wishful thinking get in the way. Master is here in person today to clean up the house."