Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Walking is too tiring, so this is rejected.

As for Yu Jian, for the sake of her life and future reputation, it's best to forget about it.

But what should we do next?

Otherwise, just grab someone and take her back.

Ah, modern times are so much more convenient; even if you can't drive, you can still take a taxi.

A thought suddenly struck her: That's right! There must be some people like her who can't fly on swords. That's why there are organizations similar to ride-hailing services. They can earn spirit stones and help the public at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

She'd already thought of a name: Dafeidi.

By connecting through spiritual energy to form a network, orders can be quickly accepted as long as they are made through the spiritual energy network.

Her idea was simply perfect.

If things continue like this, she'll be a super-rich tycoon in the cultivation world in the future, hehe.

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

She was still worried about how to get back.

Fortunately, just as she was worrying, she saw Xuan Du coming out. What a coincidence! Her face lit up with joy, and she happily ran over, calling out, "Master, wait for me! Is Master going back to Sword Peak? Why don't you take me with you?"

Yuewu smiled sweetly and looked at him expectantly with bright, hopeful eyes, being incredibly obedient.

"Okay," came the concise reply. He wanted to add a word of advice: since we're both teachers, we shouldn't speak so formally...

It sounds like she's being coquettish, without a trace of authority.

But he didn't want to bring it up, so after thinking it over, he decided against it, thinking he'd understand when he got older.

Looking at the graceful young girl in front of him, he was filled with emotion. When he came to Qilian's house based on the divination, there was blood everywhere. He only found a tiny baby hidden under the altar. He never expected that this dying child was the person who had given the divination.

The infant was invaded by demonic energy and her breathing was weak. It was a miracle that she could hold on until he arrived. He could only use a magical artifact to keep her alive for the time being.

They then searched the world for precious spiritual plants to prolong her life, and with the help of the elders, she was able to save her life and then enter the Daoist path to cultivate like an ordinary person.

The girl was dressed in the unique attire of the Qingyun Sect: a white, dark-patterned, floor-length skirt, and a royal blue, double-breasted silk blouse with gilded cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves. Her hair was simply styled in a bun, adorned with a plain and simple auspicious cloud hairpin.

He still remembered the first time he took her down the mountain to gain experience and pass through the secular world. As a young girl who loves beauty, she couldn't take her eyes off a jewelry stall as soon as they passed by.

Seeing that she had stopped and was worried about wasting time, he let her choose one she liked. He had been in seclusion for so many years, and he never expected that she was still wearing it.

A woman has always appeared in his memory, like a hazy and fantastical dream.

She would sing songs beside him, and he could always hear her clear, melodious laughter. He couldn't see her face, but he knew that in that vast space, it was just the two of them together.

At a sect assembly, the all-knowing Pu Suanzi divined his destiny, saying that his destiny lay in the tallest building in the area west of the ridge, and that he would recognize it at a glance once he went there.

Those who cultivate immortality revere the Way of Heaven but do not believe in destiny. The so-called destiny binds one's entire life, which no one wants.

My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens; if the heavens wish to destroy me, I will destroy the heavens.

We cultivators should all have this awareness.

In the end, he still went, silently telling himself that it would be to resolve the doubts in his heart that had been there for many years.

Upon arriving at the location, he sensed something was amiss. The entire city exuded an unsettling atmosphere, subtly emanating an eerie feeling. Following the divination, he made his way to the Qilian family's residence, where he finally understood the reason for his unease: someone here had fallen into demonic possession and was attempting to use a forbidden formation to refine the entire city.

This is utterly heinous and unforgivable.

The demonic cultivator was a member of the Qilian family. It was unexpected that such a degenerate would appear in a century-old family, and the Qilian family had fallen into such a state of ruin because of him.

He knew that the demonic cultivator was the second elder of the Qilian family, who held considerable prestige within the family. As he grew older, his cultivation struggled to break through, leading him to take a shortcut. In a moment of folly, he strayed onto the wrong path and has been unable to extricate himself ever since.

Evil thoughts and desires intertwined and controlled him. He first targeted the servants in his household, and when he found that it was not effective, he targeted the younger members of his family, until finally he set his sights on the people of the entire Lingxi region.

By the time the Qilian family discovered this, it was too late to save him. He had completely lost his mind and only wanted to kill and plunder. Everyone who tried to stop him was defeated one by one. Seeing that her husband's spiritual power and life force had been drained, Qilian's mother knew that she would not escape the same fate. She took out the Xuanwu Shield, a magical artifact that her husband had given her in advance, activated it to cover her young daughter, and carefully hid her in the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall has a special magic array that can conceal one's presence, and the Xuanwu Shield can protect their daughter from the forbidden array plate. This is the only way for their only daughter to survive.

She looked at her daughter with eyes full of reluctance. The daughter saw her beloved mother, smiled, and waved goodbye. The young child did not understand the situation at that moment.

She forced a smile, then resolutely hid her daughter, went outside, and looked up at the sky. The great formation was about to be completed. They picked up distress flares and launched them into the sky, praying that rescue would arrive quickly.

As the clan leader's wife, she also had to shoulder her responsibilities. Those who remained were unable to escape and did not want to wait to die in a corner, so they rallied the others to join forces in the attack.

Their efforts were not in vain; they destroyed half of the array's core. However, the Second Elder quickly discovered this, grabbed them, and threw them into the array's core. The once vibrant people became weak the moment they touched the core, their spiritual power and souls were drained, leaving only lifeless shells.

By sheer chance, Xuan Du arrived. He didn't know any formations, but he had an invincible sword. He gathered all his strength and slashed at the formation that floated in the sky. Cracks appeared in the formation plate, and he saw a person flashing in the distance with visible black demonic energy. Without a doubt, he was the culprit.

Xuan Du looked at the array and guessed what was going on. He continued to slash with his sword. With a desperate roar, the array plate finally shattered. Immediately afterwards, the Second Elder was struck by a swift bolt of lightning and fell to the ground. He seemed to feel nothing. He spat out blood, his eyes were bloodshot and red, staring at the ruined plan.

He is not reconciled!

We were just one step away!

A particularly dark cloud hung in the sky, its surface crackling with lightning. A deafening roar could be heard as a bolt of lightning, even more powerful than before, crashed down from the cloud, shattering his soul and leaving him with no chance of reincarnation.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the warm sunlight once again illuminated the land, a joy tinged with a hint of sadness.

Qilian's mother still possessed some strength, which allowed her to remain conscious. She opened her eyes a crack, her mind hazy, and with the pressure around her relieved, she knew that someone had appeared to save them.

She struggled to sit up, but collapsed as soon as she managed to get up a little. She saw a tall figure walk up to her, and remembering her daughter who had been placed under the dark altar, she raised her hand and pointed to the ancestral hall.

I couldn't help but wonder if my daughter would be afraid in the dark.

Will I cry if I can't see her?

After she passed away, what will happen to her daughter?

She could only pin her hopes on this complete stranger; the fact that he stepped forward at this moment was enough to prove that he was not a bad person.

With her last breath, she said to him, "My daughter, beneath the altar in the ancestral hall to the southeast, I entrust her to you, I beg you, cough cough..."

"Please..." he said, turning his head toward the ancestral hall. His eyelids closed slightly, and he breathed his last.

The child, who had been quietly waiting in the dark corner, seemed to sense something, paused, and suddenly burst into tears.

Feeling an unusual tremor in his heart, Xuan Du picked up the crying child, puzzled. "Fate, is it her?"

There was no other way; her clansmen were either dead or scattered, and no one had time to take care of a child. So, out of consideration for Qilian's mother's dying wish, he took the child back to the Qingyun Sect.

Apart from Pu Suanzi, no one knew why Xuan Du was there that day; they simply assumed it was because he was on good terms with the Qilian family.