Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

The immortal and demon races are on the verge of conflict, and war once again sweeps across this land, just like the scene five hundred years ago, desolate and tragic.

No one mourned Xuandu's fall; people merely sighed at the passing of this once-powerful figure before throwing themselves into a new round of battle.

Only the sect leader regretted that he should have stopped Xuan Du from leaving the sect. With Xuan Du's help, the immortal sect would not have fallen into such a predicament.

The original owner became a traitor who betrayed her master and ancestors, but none of that mattered to her anymore. After she woke up, she learned of her master's death.

When the new demon king ascended the throne, she became his queen. Only then did she learn that her disciple was actually the illegitimate son of the former demon king, and that his infiltration of the Qingyun Sect was his pledge of allegiance to the demon race.

It was all a conspiracy by the demon race.

The culprit that caused her to go mad was a sachet he personally gave her, containing a rare flower from the demon realm, with a bewitching color but no scent, making it difficult to detect when mixed in.

She wore the robes every day because of his good intentions, but she couldn't control herself and ended up harming her master and the others.

"You said you like me! Haha, hahahaha..."

This was truly the funniest joke she'd ever heard. Like it? Don't tarnish that word; how could he possibly utter it?

The new demon king, puzzled, solemnly expressed his feelings again, "I'm serious. Master, you are the second person I've met who has made me feel warm."

Tears streamed from her eyes, unstoppable. She wiped them away with her hand, but they kept falling. Finally, she gave up and angrily picked up the porridge beside her and threw it at him.

She confronted him, "What is 'liking'?! Is using me and plotting against me 'liking'?! Killing my family and violating my kind, is this what you call 'liking'?!"

Her intense emotions caused her to cough violently. He approached her, but the original owner of the body dodged him in disgust. She went straight to the large bed prepared for her, lay down wearily, pulled the blanket over her head, curled up, and ignored him.

Today marks the 77th day since her master's passing. Her spiritual roots have been removed, leaving her with no chance of escape. Since she refused to be with him, he locked her in this room.

Watching the sunrise and sunset outside the window became her daily routine.

She thought that if it weren't for her, her master, a hero revered by thousands, shouldn't have met such an end.

It was all her fault. Feeling guilty overwhelmed her, and tears streamed down her face again.

After absorbing the memories, Yuewu rested her chin on her hand and sighed. In reality, it was just that the demon race was weak and held grudges, resorting to underhanded tricks, which made the original owner feel extremely guilty.

However, she found it strange, '66, wasn't the original owner of this body a chosen one? How come she's in such a miserable state, being framed and imprisoned?'

66 didn't understand either, and could only say that it was all just part of the plot. It's no wonder the original owner would break down after such an experience.

The apprentice recruitment ceremony has begun. The new disciples, who have undergone rigorous testing, are both excited and nervous. Xiao He walks arrogantly toward the main hall, and he certainly has the right to be proud. As the son of the head of the Xiao family in Nancheng, he has been exceptionally talented since childhood. With the strong support of his family, he has already reached the second level of Foundation Establishment at the young age of twenty, making him a well-deserved genius.

He glanced disdainfully at the person beside him and snorted coldly, "What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to enter Qingyun? Pshaw."

Ji Ci lowered his head, his long, messy hair obscuring his expression. He took a step back as if in fear, but a pair of large hands supported him from behind. He stared at Xiao He and said rudely, "You, surnamed Xiao, are just my defeated opponent. What's there to be so smug about?"

She then looked at Ji Ci with a friendly and warm smile, comforting him, "Don't be afraid, I'll support you."

Xiao He was furious when he saw the person who had come. This person was the top scorer in this assessment, with a mutated fire spirit root and a talent that surpassed his own. Generally speaking, he would give such people a lot of face, as their superior talent would surely lead to an extraordinary future, and he didn't need to offend them.

But this person interfered with him time and time again. So what if he had servants to attend to him? So what if he asked others to do things for him? He did give them spirit stones as payment, and they did it voluntarily.

On what grounds does he stand to criticize him?

But everyone else supported him and stood on his side. Compared to the arrogant young master, everyone clearly preferred someone who was strong and friendly. In no time, he gained a lot of recognition as the leader among the rogue cultivators.

They disliked the scions of powerful families who flaunted their family's glory, and even harbored a hint of hostility towards them.

Xiao He didn't want to fight with him, and he didn't want to argue with him in public, as it would damage his image. He didn't want to give those bumpkins a chance to make fun of him.

Rolling her eyes wide, she left with her entourage. Ji Ci, still looking timid, whispered, "Thank you, I'm fine."

He raised an eyebrow and introduced himself enthusiastically, "My name is Han Ziyan, a rogue cultivator. What's your name?"

The voice replied hesitantly, "My name is Ji Ci, just a country bumpkin who got the chance by chance."

Han Ziyan didn't care about his status. He put his arm around him and led him inside, saying that he would protect him from now on.

The seven peak masters above were secretly observing the disciples undergoing the assessment. Upon seeing this scene, they stroked their beards with satisfaction. "Strong and loyal, they're good candidates."

The conference officially began, and they stepped forward one by one to choose their master. When Yuewu looked up, she saw two people who stood out in the crowd. One was sunny and cheerful, and the other was gloomy and timid. The difference between them was huge.

Based on future developments, both of them will become her apprentices; one will be the main villain, and the other the male lead.

What a strange combination.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and Xiao He was undoubtedly accepted as an inner disciple by the peak master of Misty Peak, which was a good starting point compared to others.

Some were lucky enough to be accepted as inner disciples, some were glad to have successfully entered the sect as outer disciples, and some were determined to stay even if they were just menial disciples, leaving indignantly with a sense of superiority.

The two men were vastly different in this matter; one was sought after by elders and sect leaders, while the other was ignored and overlooked by everyone.

Han Ziyan made a decision that shocked everyone. Xuan Du remained expressionless, while Yue Wu's face was indeed calm.

It seems that his decision to become the original owner's disciple was not accidental. What normal person would give up the best choice and pick the one with the worst strength and ability?

The peak master of Zhujue Peak, who favored him the most, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "This gluttonous and playful little brat is nothing compared to me, the peak master. I am far superior to her, and I can even grant you the status of my personal disciple!"

If Moon Mist is dissatisfied, then just take people away; why the need for such a fuss?

Of course, there were people even more anxious than her. Fu Feng's personal disciple was unbelievable. If you're going to find a disciple, why is it a personal disciple?

He's 758 years old this year, and he can't bring himself to call a kid who's not even 50 yet his junior brother.

If he had put in a little effort, he could have fathered several of them.

Anyway, he disagreed.

"Master, Master, please be careful, don't act rashly."

The peak master regained his senses and thought to himself, "That's true. We can't break the rules. Personal disciples are the foundation of a sect's future, and there's a limit to the number we can accept. If we want to take on more disciples, we have to wait until they can stand on their own. There's no way we can just have a personal disciple right away."

Otherwise, it would be difficult to allocate sect resources.

He sighed. He had only taken on a personal disciple twenty years ago, and he couldn't take on another one now, but he had already said it, and it would be very embarrassing to go back on his word.

Pretending to consider it carefully, he coughed a few times and said to his eldest disciple, "Ahem, I also think I was a bit impulsive just now. Don't take it seriously, young friend. But the girl said she needs to think it over carefully, and she really isn't up to it."

Even the sect leader came out to advise, "Young friend, have you made a mistake? You want to join Xuan Du's sect, but Xuan Du made a vow to Heaven many years ago that he would no longer accept disciples. Why don't you look for someone else?"

The other elders and peak masters puffed out their chests, saying that they were no less capable than Xuan Du, and that they were professionals when it came to teaching disciples.

Isn't Xuan Du just a sword fanatic who only knows how to wield a sword?