I woke up to find myself as the villain's older sister.

"You should go into seclusion for the next few years."

"Retreat?"

"Hmm." Ci Gui nodded and said softly, "The current Heavenly Dao has done almost everything it can to interfere with you. Before Yun Yu'er grows up, it no longer has the power to interfere with this world."

"Take advantage of this time to calm down and cultivate properly. Once Yun Yu'er grows up, she will probably be unable to resist causing trouble again. At that time, you will hardly have the opportunity to calm down and cultivate properly."

Yun Qingyi was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, Master, I understand. I'll trouble you to take care of Yao Yao for me these next few years."

"Oh, right." Yun Qingyi suddenly thought of Cao Changle; his flowering period was almost over.

“Master, the potted plant I moved into the small world will turn back into a human in a year. Please explain this to him then.”

After Yun Qingyi said that, Ci Gui also thought of the grass on the simple yet gorgeous flowerpot and nodded: "Yes, I understand. I will explain it to you properly."

After bidding farewell to Ci Gui, Yun Qingyi returned to Peach Blossom Peak.

After sending a message to Yun Qingrou and Ruan Qi explaining the situation, Xingyan and Xingyu excitedly ran out.

"Uncle Master, you're back."

"Waaah, Uncle-Master, it's been so long since I've seen you."

Seeing the two people's excited yet tearful expressions, Yun Qingyi chuckled and said, "It hasn't been that long, less than a year."

Hearing her own words, Yun Qingyi was slightly taken aback. It seemed like her fourteenth birthday had passed by without her even realizing it.

"Although... but since the sect competition, my martial uncle has rarely returned to Peach Blossom Peak." Xingyu's tone was slightly disappointed as she said this.

"But Uncle-Master, while you were away, Xingyan and I took good care of Peach Blossom Peak." But Xingyu quickly composed herself and smiled happily at Yun Qingyi.

Although they missed their martial uncle very much, their martial uncle was no ordinary genius, so it was normal for him to be busy.

"Thank you for your hard work," Yun Qingyi said with a smile.

After being dragged by Xingyu to try her new pastries, Yun Qingyi finally told the two of them that she was going into seclusion.

Afterwards, they strolled around Peach Blossom Peak, considering which cave to choose.

Peach Blossom Peak has caves for cultivators to practice in, and the spiritual energy there is very rich.

Yun Qingyi had previously disliked these cave dwellings, which, although useful, looked rather simple. In addition, her bedroom had a spirit-gathering array set up by Ci Gui, so she did not choose to go there when cultivating.

Yun Qingyi wandered around for a while and finally chose a relatively secluded cave that was not easy to be discovered.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is comparable to that of the small world.

Yun Qingyi looked around the cave dwelling, which was simple but clean, and nodded in satisfaction.

After using a spell to clean up the entire place, Yun Qingyi set up several barriers at the entrance of the cave.

After everything was ready, Yun Qingyi sat down, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around her.

……

Just after Yun Qingyi went into seclusion, Yun Qingrou also told the Qingyue Sect Master about her upcoming seclusion.

"Good, good, good." The Qingyue Sect Master patted Yun Qingrou's hair with satisfaction: "I am very pleased that you have such ambition. If Qingrou needs anything, just tell me."

Yun Qingrou shook her head: "Thank you, Master. You have already given me so much. I don't want anything more."

"That's fine too. We can tell Master what Qingrou wants later."

“Yes, Master.” Yun Qingrou nodded obediently.

"Uncle-Master..." Why don't you look for someone else? Don't just drag me into this. Seeing the menacing sword energy, Leng Zhan helplessly used his spiritual power to create a defensive shield once more.

Golden spiritual energy scattered across Leng Zhan's defensive shield, striking it like glass and producing a crisp resonance.

Having exhausted her last drop of spiritual energy, Gu Qiqing collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"No, nephew, you're a turtle, aren't you? Your shell is so hard, no matter how you hit it, you can't break it."

Leng Xian wasn't much better off now. He quickly shattered his defensive shield and slumped down opposite Gu Qiqing, exhausted. He said irritably, "Your sword energy was so sharp it felt like you wanted to kill me. If I hadn't been on high alert, I would be in bed by now!"

Leng Zhan grew angrier as he spoke, angrily saying, "Is this how a senior uncle should act? We just beat you once in the sect competition, is it really necessary to keep attacking like this?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qiqing chuckled, picked up the sword in his hand, and said to Leng Zhan, "Junior brother, your thinking is flawed. Cultivators are like this sword; they need to be sharpened. Only after being sharpened for a long time will they become sharp and useful."

Leng Zhan: "..." Come on, you martial arts fanatic.

Ignoring Leng Zhan's glare, Gu Qiqing stood up and smiled, "Alright, nephew, let's continue now that you've rested enough."

"It's not my uncle, we've only rested for less than a quarter of an hour." Leng Zhan looked at the person in front of him with such high spirits, and couldn't help but let out a series of groans in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Gu Qiqing raised an eyebrow slightly: "It's been several months, haven't you gotten used to it yet? You can't slack off, junior nephew. Everyone else is working hard, how can you still be resting?"

"Time to get up."

After saying that, Leng Zhan's feet suddenly gave way, and he was lifted into the air by Gu Qiqing.

Leng Zhan looked at the empty space beneath his feet, his face filled with terror as he stared at Gu Qiqing: "No, Uncle-Master, I just wanted to rest for a while. You're not going to punish me by throwing me down, are you?"

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Qiqing said with amusement, "We've been sparring on the ground for so long, how about we try sparring in the air?"

As he watched himself getting further and further away from the ground, Leng Zhan's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't help but wail, "It's not my martial uncle, I'm not a sword cultivator... Also, I'm afraid of heights! Master, help me!"

Wuxiang Peak.

Jing Shu, who was sitting at the desk, paused slightly. He seemed to have just heard a sound.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and continued studying the ancient books on the table.

He must have been too tired these past few months; he's even started hallucinating. Once he's thoroughly studied the ancient books in his hands, he needs to take a good rest.