After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

"Hey, stop daydreaming! Master is coming soon. If you miss this chance, you'll have to wait until next month!"

Seeing Chu Luobai standing there in a daze, the little earth spirit kept pushing her shoulder anxiously.

This instance contains the afterimage left by the Sword Immortal before his fall, whose power has gradually diminished over the years.

In order to find its successor, the afterimage awakens once a month to examine the works of those who enter the instance.

Chu Luobai arrived at just the right time, just as the afterimage awakened.

"But I'm a sword cultivator, I don't have any talent in this area."

Chu Luobai was somewhat embarrassed.

The book the system provided did indeed contain many poems she hadn't used before. Reading them aloud would be fine, but writing them down was a different story...

With my terrible handwriting, if that Drunken Sword Immortal were to see it, he would probably see through it on the spot.

Faced with such a living legend, Chu Luobai dared not act rashly.

"How is that possible? I can clearly feel it! The spiritual power on you isn't the master's!"

The little earth spirit stared wide-eyed, riding its little gourd and circling around Chu Luobai several times.

"I've been here for many, many years since my master left. Those old guys are no fun at all. Fairy sister, please take me away."

"Poetry, lyrics, painting, anything is fine, as long as you create it, the owner will definitely like it."

Seeing the little earth spirit's anxious expression, almost to the point of tears, Chu Luobai felt a pang of pity. She suddenly remembered the scroll in the warehouse.

"Can I use some of my previous drawings?"

Fortunately, the storage ring was still usable. Just as Chu Luobai took the scroll out of the storage ring, a pair of hands with distinct knuckles reached out.

Chu Luobai subconsciously looked up and saw a human-shaped phantom, the head of which was so blurred that the face was not clearly visible.

The area below the neck seems to still maintain its physical form.

The scroll was slowly unfurled in the white-robed man's hands, and Chu Luobai felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Nice painting, have you named it yet?"

"Take the 'A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains' painting."

Chu Luobai hurriedly replied, her gaze involuntarily falling on the painting. She could see the thick calluses on the man's hand as he held the scroll.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, not bad. I didn't expect that after I left, another great talent would emerge from the Tianyuan Realm."

The afterimage stared at the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" painting for a long time, nodding repeatedly.

The little earth spirit, who had been huddled to the side, brightened up even more. Having followed the Sword Immortal for so long, she naturally knew what her master meant.

"You have passed my trial, and from now on, this blessed land of Sword Lake will belong to you."

"What you saw before was merely an illusion created by Sword Lake Blessed Land to mislead the enemy. It will collapse automatically in ten days. If you cannot protect this inheritance, you can seek refuge at the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect."

After finishing speaking, the afterimage reached out and gently rubbed the little earth spirit's head twice.

"Hulu, from now on you will assist her in her cultivation, understand?"

The little earth spirit nodded vigorously, watching the fading phantom, its fox ears drooping down.

"senior..."

Before Chu Luobai could even express her gratitude, the afterimage vanished completely from the spot.

"Master, please sit down!"

The little earth spirit suddenly shouted loudly. Before Chu Luobai could react, she felt countless spiritual energies surging towards her, rushing into her body.

She quickly sat down and circulated her Sword Sect cultivation technique, barely managing to avoid being overwhelmed by the spiritual energy.

"Hulu, release everyone else out and close the entrance to the blessed land. I'm going into seclusion."

After quickly giving his instructions, Chu Luobai focused intently on the darkness.

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Half a month later, at the Tianyuan Dynasty Imperial Palace.

"Seventh Brother, it's been half a month already. All the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect have left. You don't think your backer will come back, do you?"

In front of the main hall, Feng Xiuquan twirled the ring on his finger and said casually.

"Unable to curry favor with Chu Luobai, you found a second-rate one to serve you. Second brother, you really have no taste."

Feng Xunyuan looked at Mu Yurou, who was nestled beside Feng Xiuquan, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Given Chu Luobai's abilities, Feng Xunyuan did not believe she could be trapped in a small secret realm.

"Rou'er is the only one to be promoted to the first student in this Poetry Saint Competition. Seventh Brother, aren't you envious?"

As Feng Xiuquan spoke, he reached out and put his arm around Mu Yurou's slender waist.

Mu Yurou shyly dodged away, a faint blush rising on her face.

"Junior Sister Mu, if you don't get out of here with your people, I'm going to crush this recording stone and pass it on to Senior Brother Xiao."

Qiu Lin tossed a piece of emerald green stone in his hand.

"Junior Brother Qiu, Chu Luobai died in the dungeon a long time ago. Don't expect anyone to protect you when you return to Xiaoyao Peak."

Mu Yurou had a gloomy expression. She stayed here this time under the pretext of being a disciple of the Xiaoyao Peak lineage.

If Xiao Xuancheng finds out that she is entangled with Feng Xiuquan, she probably won't be able to stay in the Qingyun Sword Sect.

She was initially worried that Chu Luobai would expose her, but now that Chu Luobai's fate is unknown, she doesn't want to let either of these two big fish go.

"Alright, now that Nanfeng Pavilion is in my hands, Seventh Brother is definitely unhappy. Let's not bother with her. Didn't Rou'er take a fancy to a magic weapon before?"

Feng Xiuquan smiled and turned to leave with Mu Yurou.

In the distance, the palace gates suddenly swung open.

A person dressed in the robes of Mingyue Academy rushed in and whispered something in Feng Xiuquan's ear.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiuquan's face instantly broke into a smile.

He turned to look at Feng Xunyuan with a leisurely air, and said with feigned regret.

"Although my seventh brother is in a bad mood today, and I shouldn't be saying these things, there are some things you should know."

Feng Xunyuan and Qiu Lin felt a chill in their hearts, a sense of foreboding rising within them.

"The entrance to the Poet Saint's Secret Realm has been completely closed. Even if that Fairy Chu wants to come out, she will have to wait ten years."

"What a pity, what a pity, that such a great talent has fallen so quickly."

"you!"

Qiu Lin touched the hilt of his sword with his right hand, if it weren't for Xiao Xuancheng deliberately blocking the news.

The disappearance of a Sword Sect disciple is enough for the Qingyun Sword Sect to raze his Tianyuan Dynasty to the ground!

"not the right time yet."

Feng Xunyuan stood in front of Qiu Lin and shook his head slightly at him.

Qiu Lin's unauthorized actions today are actually detrimental to him.

Moreover, Mu Yurou is still here; it would be troublesome if she were to turn around and bite back.

"No, I have to go back and ask my master to come out of seclusion. I can't let my senior sister just disappear in the secret realm without knowing why."

Meanwhile, inside Jianhu Blessed Land.

Chu Luobai, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened her eyes, and a powerful aura burst forth from her body.

"The spiritual energy left behind by the Sword Immortal is indeed extraordinary, allowing me to break through three levels in a row."

Chu Luobai raised her hand, and a surge of spiritual energy swept out, the Lingxiao Sword fell into her hand, and the sword hummed.

In an instant, Chu Luobai felt himself completely merge with the Lingxiao Sword.

Between each move and stance, one can see the passage of time and the changing of the world.

"The sword essence has been perfected; one has entered the path of enlightenment."

Chu Luobai breathed a sigh of relief. With her current strength, she could even fight against Xiao Xuancheng, who was at the peak of the Dao Integration Realm.