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

Jiang Liqian couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. In her previous life, even when she was seriously injured and almost fainted, no one offered to carry her, let alone carry her back to Kun Yaju step by step.

But last night was the first time she and her junior brother met.

"Don't think too much. Those who can enter our Zhenfeng are naturally carefully selected and united and friendly." Luo Qing'an patted her head, stuffed a big meat bun into her hands, stood up and went out with the empty bowl.

When she had almost finished eating, Luo Qingan came in again from outside.

"Junior sister, come out for a moment. I have something to show you."

Jiang Liqian blinked in confusion, threw off the quilt, got up, put on her shoes and walked out.

In the yard, Luo Qing'an stood under a locust tree. A blue light flashed in his hand, and an ice-blue sword appeared.

The sword's edge is sharp, the sword energy is icy, and the crystal clear sword body, even if it is not held in the hands of the sword holder, has already seen the ice and snow falling and condensing into frost.

At just one glance, Jiang Liqian knew that this was a top-grade spiritual sword made of extraordinary material, and that a sword spirit was about to be born.

But her face suddenly turned pale, her body swayed slightly, and even her fingers were trembling.

Luo Qing'an didn't notice her strange behavior. Instead, he walked forward, holding the spirit sword and handed it to her, saying with a smile, "Junior Sister, this is a spirit sword that I obtained in a secret realm. I've never used it, so today I'm giving it to you. Although we at Zhenfeng are all formation cultivators, having a sword in hand can help you protect yourself in case of an emergency."

Jiang Liqian's body was stiff and the color on her lips slowly faded. She wanted to refuse, but her third senior sister had already put the sword in her hand.

She subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, but in just a moment, the sword began to hum, and countless frost flowers exploded around her. The next second, the spirit sword broke free from her hand, leaped out, and stabbed into the ground.

Jiang Liqian's face instantly lost all color and she took two steps back in horror.

There was a dead silence in his eyes.

She really could no longer hold any sword.

"Oh, junior sister, are you okay?" Luo Qing'an exclaimed and immediately came over to protect Jiang Liqian. Seeing that the sword was no longer moving, he waved his hand and took it. After looking at it carefully, he frowned in surprise.

"This sword doesn't have a sword spirit. How could it suddenly slip out of my hand?"

However, when she turned around and saw her junior sister's pale face with fear, she didn't have time to pursue the matter and quickly put away the sword.

"Junior sister, don't be afraid. This sword is too evil and may hurt its master. I will give you another spiritual weapon for self-defense." Luo Qing'an was also frightened. After comforting Jiang Liqian, he took out an ice-blue bead from the ring.

The bead's shape is carved with twelve lotus petals, adorned with twelve golden runes. In the center of the twelve lotuses sits a golden character for "Zhen," which appears and disappears, rotating and stopping. Around this bead, twelve tiny golden beads dangle, swirling around the main bead like streams of light, shimmering and dazzling.

"This pearl is called the Soul-Suppressing Pearl. It can be used for both offense and defense. It has a natural suppressive effect on demonic energy. Even if a demonic beast is very powerful, it will be forced to retreat a little when facing this pearl. I also obtained it from the secret realm. Today, I will give it to you. It can protect you in times of danger."

As she spoke, she handed the Soul-Suppressing Pearl to her and urged her to quickly drip her blood to acknowledge its ownership.

At the same time, she took out another bead. This bead was the same in appearance as the one in Jiang Liqian's hand, but the colors were opposite. The main bead turned golden, and the twelve small beads turned blue.

"This is also a Soul-Suppressing Pearl. It pairs with the one in your hand. I was originally going to give it all to you, but Master just accepted Junior Brother, so I'm going to give this pearl to him as a greeting gift. From now on, you'll have one, and he'll have one. If you encounter disasters outside, you can sense each other and help each other in time."

Jiang Liqian's mind was in a mess now. She couldn't hear any other sounds. She could only squeeze out a drop of blood from her fingertips and drop it on the Zhenling Pearl.

The scene of the ice-blue sword breaking free from her hand and flying away repeated itself before her eyes over and over again, and her natal sword did the same, abandoning her and leaving, severing itself between heaven and earth.

So decisive.

As a sword cultivator, she was abandoned by her own sword.

From then on, the sword's heart was broken and the sword path was obscured.

Is this a punishment for her?

She loves swords like her life, but she will never be able to hold a sword again.

But what did she do wrong?

[Ding! The young master's inner demon's backlash value has increased by 1%, and the current backlash value is 52%.]

"Junior sister? Junior sister?"

Noticing that his junior sister was daydreaming again, Luo Qingan laughed and tapped her forehead.

A slight pain came, and the blood color in Jiang Liqian's eyes quickly faded. She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and clenched the Zhenling Pearl in her hand.

"Third Senior Sister, do you think I can really become an immortal?"

Luo Qingan chuckled, squatted down and pinched her cheek: "Little brat, you're not even as tall as my waist, and you're already thinking about such complicated things? Now the only thing you have to do is eat yourself up first, and don't worry about anything else."

Jiang Liqian was stunned.

"But I have a top-grade thunder spirit root. If I'm not outstanding among the new disciples, it will hurt Master's reputation... Ouch!"

Covering her forehead tightly, Jiang Liqian looked at her third senior sister who had tapped her head again with confusion and grievance.

"Why do you care what others do? Our Master is thick-skinned, so what is there to be afraid of?"

"..."

Why don’t the senior brothers and sisters in Zhen Feng follow the normal way?

Jiang Liqian was muttering to herself when a miniature white paper crane suddenly flew in through the formation outside the courtyard, circled around the third senior sister, and gently landed in her palm.

Luo Qing'an raised his eyebrows slightly, a cluster of flames lit up at his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, the paper crane was burned to ashes.

"Alright," Luo Qing'an said with a smile, "Don't think about those things. I'll take you to find my junior brother, and then we'll go see a big show together."

Jiang Liqian blinked, not knowing what big drama she was referring to.

But this puzzle was solved after the third senior sister brought her and Xu Youan to Qiming Mountain. Each of them put on a high-level invisibility talisman and moved secretly to the outside of Qimingzhai.

At this moment, there was no one in Qimingzhai. Everyone was looking around, pushing each other, and gathered in the east wing of the backyard.

The doors and windows of the wing room were closed, and the second senior brother was standing at the door with a concerned look on his face.

"Master Zhai, please open the door. Wen Nian is here to deliver the scriptures to you on the orders of our Master."

"Master Zhai? Master Zhai!"

"Did something go wrong with your cultivation? Do you need Wen Nian to invite the elders from Danfeng?"

"Master Zhai, if you don't say anything, Wen Nian will have no choice but to act hastily and break in."

There was still no movement in the compartment.

Fu Wennian's expression gradually changed from concern to anxiety, and he turned to look at everyone.