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

She was counting silently in her heart when she would take her last breath.

How many bites can they take from my small body?

Then, the master in snow-white clothes appeared.

With his feet on the stars and the moonlight on his body, a piece of warm and lustrous jade hangs at his waist, swaying and flashing the softest and warmest light.

He extended his hand to her, with no contempt, no disgust, no disdain in his eyes, only the full moonlight scattered in his eyes, making him look like an immortal banished from heaven.

Do not desecrate it, do not reach too high.

As far away as the moon in the sky.

he said to her.

"After calculation, we know that we are destined to be master and disciple. I will be waiting for you in Tianqian Sect.

"Go south, don't stop. You are the last disciple of the head of the Tiangan Sect, the only disciple of the Immortal Master Qingzhi."

For this sentence, for this sentence from the only disciple of Immortal Master Qingzhi, she gritted her teeth and held on, trekking through mountains and rivers to come to Tiangan Sect, and as he expected, became the proud chief disciple of Tiangan Sect.

She always took the Tiangan Sect as her responsibility, and dared not slack off or forget. She respected her master and elders, and was kind to her fellow students. She worked diligently and conscientiously, fulfilling her duties. She regarded the honor and disgrace of the sect as a matter of life and death, and regarded the master's reputation as a grace from heaven, and never dared to let her master down in the slightest.

She originally thought that all this was worth it, but now she just felt so tired, so endlessly tired that she didn't want to use her brain to think anymore.

Jiang Li looked at the string of crystal clear candied haws in silence. Sometimes she felt that Master Zhongdao looked like a human trafficker who kidnapped young children, and sometimes she felt that he looked like a porter selling cakes and preserved fruits on the street.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a first-level cultivator.

In her previous life, even as the sect leader's first disciple, she had rarely seen this formation master. She only met him a few times at a few sect conferences. She had no idea about his character. Now it seems that perhaps it was a wise choice not to get to know him.

"I don't like candied haws." After saying that, she tried to avoid him.

However, what was unexpected was that when Master Zhongdao heard her say this, he was not annoyed, but instead began to dig out his mustard seed space. In just a blink of an eye, Jiang Liqian's arms were stuffed full of food.

There are all kinds of desserts and snacks, all kinds of strange and bizarre, and a wide variety of them.

They are all mortals’ favorite foods.

Even though Jiang Liqian had experienced many things in her previous life, she was still so shocked that she was speechless for a long time.

In the world of cultivation, even useless people without any spiritual roots would not eat food from the mortal realm that has no spiritual power. Not only is it because they don’t know much about the mortal realm, but also these foods are of no benefit to their bodies and are of no help to their cultivation at all.

She didn't expect that Master Chongdao actually hid so many human snacks. This was simply unbelievable to people in the world of cultivation.

"How about it? With so many, there must be something you like, right?" With his white beard raised high, Master Zhongdao patted his bulging belly and smiled proudly.

That expression seemed to be saying - little brat, how can I, a great master, not be able to deal with a little brat like you?

Jiang Liqian was a little speechless, and wanted to laugh, but more than that, she felt an indescribable sadness deep in her heart.

Ever since she came to Tiangan Sect, in order to quickly improve her cultivation and live up to her master's reputation, she started fasting very early and hadn't eaten such snacks for a long, long time.

Now, would they still taste the same as she had before?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Why couldn't she remember? She had been reborn, and reborn into the past. The taste of these snacks was naturally the same as in her memory.

However, she no longer has the appetite she had as a child.

"I don't like..."

"Hey, lying is not a good thing," Zhongdao Zhenren quickly stopped her from continuing and glared at her disapprovingly. "You're almost staring at the chestnut crisps, and you still say you don't like it?"

"If you like it, then you like it. Why would you deny your own preferences?"

Jiang Liqian was stunned when she heard this.

If you like something, you like it. Don't deny your preferences? But... she had lived like this for so many years in her previous life. She was the eldest disciple of the Tiangan Sect's leader. How could she affect the sect's reputation because of her own preferences?

She should like what the Tiangan Sect wants her to like and hate what the Tiangan Sect wants her to hate. In her life, there are the strict teachings of her master, as well as the responsibilities piled on her by everyone in the Tiangan Sect.

The only thing is that I forgot what I should like.

Does she like chestnut crisps?

She didn’t know. It had been so long that she couldn’t remember what chestnut crisps tasted like.

Perhaps sensing the hesitation and struggle in Jiang Liqian's eyes, Master Zhongdao pressed on, slowly approaching her while tentatively suggesting, "How about you try it first? If it's delicious, how about you tell me your name?"

Jiang Liqian was silent for a moment and nodded.

The old man was very happy and ran over to quickly open the oil paper wrapping for Jiang Liqian.

"Try it now, it's still hot!"

Jiang Liqian nodded again, and then sincerely thanked Master Zhongdao.

She picked up a piece of chestnut crisp and put it carefully into her mouth.

For a moment, she seemed to vaguely remember her mother who held her in her arms while crying during the famine. Her mother's cracked lips opened and closed, calling out her name, Qian'er, Qian'er, my Qian'er...

Without any warning, the tears fell onto the oil paper with a "plop".

Master Chongdao was stunned.

Jiang Liqian was also stunned.

After a long time, she carefully rewrapped the chestnut crisps, put them in her arms, and returned the other snacks to Master Chongdao.

"My name is Jiang Liqian."

"What...what?" Master Zhongdao was still shocked by the tears he had just shed, and was a little unable to react to what Jiang Liqian was saying.

Jiang Liqian spoke again: "My name is Jiang Liqian. Shaking the thick shade of emerald on the four walls, illuminating the pale glazed tiles. This is the origin of my mother's name for me, and it is also her favorite line."

"Jiang Liqian, Jiang Liqian... Haha, what a great name! My dear disciple, come up the mountain with me. Let's test our spiritual roots and then become my disciple. From now on, you will be my fifth direct disciple!"

Jiang Liqian was so shocked by his casualness that she even forgot her first refusal. She subconsciously asked, "Senior, aren't you worried that my spiritual roots are not good? I might even be a useless person without any spiritual roots."

After a pause, he realized that he had been reborn as a four-year-old child who had just entered the world of cultivation and knew nothing. He quickly added, "I've heard from my brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts outside that if your spiritual roots are not good, you can't become an immortal."

Master Zhongdao waved his hand, his face full of smiles: "It's okay, it's okay. Master's eyesight is the best in the world, and you are definitely a good seedling! But even if Master is wrong, you are my disciple, and I will definitely accept you as my disciple. Even if you don't have spiritual roots, I can still support you."