Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Yuewu stood up, looking around in bewilderment. A grove of trees stood nearby, interspersed with a winding path. The trees were lush, their tender green and deep blue leaves overlapping, blocking the sunlight that streamed down, creating dappled, clear fragments through the gaps. A gentle breeze rustled through the branches. She couldn't help but smile and sigh, pausing to look up, savoring the comfort of the sunlight and the freshness of the air.

The sun shines brightly, and the trees provide ample shade; it's the perfect time of day.

"Junior Sister, what are you standing there for? The new disciple initiation ceremony is about to begin, hurry up!"

Moon Mist saw a handsome man in a blue and white robe float by in the air, then scoop her up. The air around her surged rapidly, and before she knew it, she was already high in the sky.

Sword in hand, I ascend to the heavens, white clouds swirling around me.

Riding the wind, looking down at the peaks reaching into the clouds, the majestic and solemn palace in the distance inspires everyone's longing. In the moon mist, one can see many people like them, flying high in the sky with swords in hand.

But she had no time to care where they were going. She clung tightly to the man's sleeve, terrified but too scared to move. The sword was no wider than a palm, and she could only stand sideways, lest she fall.

The gust of wind stung my face, so I closed my eyes in resignation. All I could hear was the howling and groaning of the wind. I secretly opened a crack in my eye and looked down. It was a height I couldn't judge with the naked eye; everything became blurry.

Her legs went weak after just one glance. She pursed her lips, closed her eyes tightly, and her mind was a complete mess. All she knew was that if she didn't hold on tight, she would really turn into a complete mess.

It's not that she was unaware of her fear of heights before.

Terrifying!

The man noticed her fear, glanced back at her, and couldn't help but complain, "Junior Sister, why are you still standing there in a daze? Don't you know how to use your spiritual power to create a protective shield?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, creating a pale blue halo. Instantly, the fierce wind disappeared. He was like a gentle older brother, patiently explaining and helping you with everything.

He couldn't stop after he finished, and spoke again, "Junior Sister, you're old enough to take on disciples. Don't act like this in the future. A master must have the authority of a master, understand?"

Yuewu was still too scared to open her eyes, and dared not refute her teachings, so she could only obediently nod and accept them.

The man nodded in satisfaction and continued talking.

“When accepting apprentices, we not only look at their talent, but also their character. My master and I will help you make the selection.”

"Also, you can't be lazy anymore."

Tears welled up in Yuewu's eyes, and she gripped his shoulders even tighter until the man winced in pain before loosening her grip slightly. His clothes were all wrinkled beyond recognition, but thankfully she was holding on from behind, so it wasn't visible on the surface.

Stop talking and let's go!

As if hearing her thoughts, the man quickened his pace and arrived at the main entrance of the hall in half an hour. He jumped off the flying sword and his feet finally landed on solid ground. Her wildly beating heart calmed down, but her legs were still weak.

Another man walked over and joked, "Haha, junior sister, you're late. Who was so confident the night before?"

Wearing the same clothes as her, with blue and white as the base, and gold patterns on the collar and cuffs, they looked even more luxurious. All three of them had jade pendants engraved with the character "渡" hanging from their waists.

She was stunned when the second man pushed her to a white-haired man in the corner of the hall. "Master, I've brought my junior sister."

Xuan Du glanced at Yue Wu, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he looked away. Without blaming her, he said calmly, "Sit down."

Yuewu immediately sat down to Xuandu's left. The first man quickly stopped her, "Junior Sister, you shouldn't sit here. This disciple should sit in the back row."

Xuan Du raised his hand and said it was nothing. Yue Wu, too lazy to move, sat down next to him. The second man said with a grin, "Senior Brother, sit down quickly. Everyone knows that Master dotes on Junior Sister the most. Even I'm a little envious."

It was the eldest brother who spoke up, saying, "Don't be rude."

The man waved his hand and shut his mouth helplessly. Well, there was nothing he could do about having such a rigid senior brother.

However, it's fun to tease them occasionally.

Everything is still in preparation; she can use this time to check the plot. '66, initiating plot transfer.'

66 chuckled, "Okay, the story is being transmitted, Fog, please check it out."

A memory flooded her mind, and she focused intently on browsing the plot, completely unaware of Xuan Du's scrutiny of her.

This is a high-level plane. The people in it have even explored the original spiritual power of the world. They studied and explored it and then used it. As more and more people understand it, they also embark on this path, which people call cultivation.

The deeper their understanding, the more experience they accumulated, leading to the development of sects. Within these sects, the Immortal Sect faction, centered around the aforementioned six sects, emerged, forming a strange triangular relationship with the Demon and Monster factions.

Initially, there were many conflicts between the immortals and the demons, and the relationship between the three races was bad. The human race, being of a different kind, would inevitably attack them. The demons acted as they pleased and ran rampant. The monsters stirred up trouble among them, hoping to reap the benefits.

Five hundred years ago, a great battle broke out between the immortal sects and the demon race, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. The immortal sects were weakened. At this time, Xuan Du, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect, the leader of the six sects, stepped forward. With his innate sword heart, he became famous throughout the world with his sword strike. His momentum was unstoppable, and he easily neutralized the enemy's moves with fluid and graceful movements.

The sword's aura is free and unrestrained, understanding my will; a single, cold glint of the sword can decide the fate of the world.

He defeated the enemy in one battle, boosting morale and reuniting the people who had been demoralized. With everyone working together, they finally repelled the demon race, the immortal sect won, and the demon race suffered a crushing defeat.

Although they won, the immortal sect suffered heavy losses, with many elite disciples losing their lives. The demon race also suffered greatly, their fighting strength greatly diminished. Fearing that the unruly demon race might make a move at this time, the two races had no choice but to back down and propose negotiations. The immortal and demon races agreed to not interfere with or invade each other, and this land, which had endured many vicissitudes and wars, was given a chance to recuperate.

But how could a mere piece of paper suppress the cunning and shrewd demon race? They could never forget the humiliation of five hundred years ago and were always looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

In particular, their number one enemy is Xuan Du, the strongest being in the Immortal Realm.

Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents surge, concealing unseen malice and conspiracies.

Meanwhile, Qi Lianwu, the original owner of the body and the most cherished disciple of Xuandu Sword Master, also became a thorn in the side of many people.

During a trial in a secret realm, she inevitably fell into the enemy's trap. Disciples from various immortal sects were massacred, and all clues pointed to her. Her disciples, upholding justice, accused her of falling into demonic possession and colluding with the demon race to kill her own kind. Faced with the demonic energy emanating from her body, she had no time to explain before being captured by her former fellow disciples and thrown into the Fierce Hell.

Some sect disciples even took out a recording stone, which showed her when her demonic energy flared up and she cruelly murdered her own kind.

Other sects came to her demanding an explanation, and some even demanded that she be executed.

Qi Lianwu was at a loss. She didn't know how things had turned out this way. Looking at the recording stone, she couldn't help but wonder if it really was her doing.

One day, Xuan Du appeared silently in front of the prison. She rushed up to him anxiously, looking at her respected master with excitement. She started to speak but then stopped. The evidence was conclusive, so what could she say?

“Master, I…”

“I know, I believe you,” she said simply, yet it brought tears to her eyes.

Xuan Du shattered the forbidden magic array that imprisoned her with a single swing of his sword, and the golden bells beside her ears shook wildly, alerting people to the situation inside the prison.

"Let's go, get out of here."

They had barely left the gate when a group of people came looking for them. "Junior brother, you're foolish! You've gone so far as to cover up the death of a disciple. How can you face the disciples of the various immortal sects who died unjustly?"

The sect leader tried to dissuade him, but it was no use; the other sect leaders and elders around him had all seen everything.

"The world respects you as a venerable one, yet you have acted so improperly; how can you face the world like this!"

This is the head of the Fengxue Sect, whose direct disciple was killed by the original owner. He is the one who most wants to avenge his disciple.

What do the world's people have to do with me?

Seeing that he was so unrepentant, the crowd began to condemn him, determined to make him hand over the original owner of the body.

The sect leader also advised, "Junior brother, just listen to my advice. A traitor who has fallen into demonic possession is not worth protecting. If this continues, even the Qingyun Sect will not be able to protect you. We cannot let you destroy Qingyun's foundation built up over so many years!"

The original owner was humiliated and embarrassed. The pampered girl clutched the hem of her clothes and hid helplessly behind her master.

Is it really her fault?

She wanted to step forward and take responsibility herself, but was stopped. "Master, you!"

Before she could react, Xuan Du struck her with a palm. She groaned and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. He wiped away the blood, straightened his back, and looked at the Qingyun Sect Leader. "Grateful for Qingyun's nurturing grace, I voluntarily lower my cultivation level and withdraw from the sect."

He then looked at the other sect leaders and said, "My disciple would never commit the crime of murdering a fellow disciple. I will investigate the truth myself. If you want to make a move, you'll have to see what I'm capable of."

After saying that, he left with the original owner of the body. His two disciples also left the sect after learning that their master had left.

They have always only recognized Xuandu, not Qingyun Sect.

The Qingyun Sect Leader was still sighing behind him, as if he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"Oh, junior brother, why are you doing this to yourself?"