Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Yao Qing was a pill cultivator, but unlike other pill cultivator disciples, she was truly pitifully poor. She could manage to refine some low-level pills like healing pills and longevity pills, but the more difficult ones were completely unreliable.

Whether it's possible or not is one thing, the point is that she's so poor that she can't even afford alchemy materials. With no family background or connections, she can only take on simple alchemy tasks to save up spirit stones to buy materials.

When refining pills, one must maintain the utmost concentration, for fear that a moment of distraction will ruin the entire batch of pills.

Having finally waited for the secret realm to open, she certainly couldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. The secret realm was teeming with spirit beasts and plants; even if she just followed in others' footsteps, she could still pick up plenty of loot.

Accustomed to being alone, she avoided sharing what she found with others when acting alone. Carefully following the map, she arrived at the location of the Fire-Topped Bird.

Fire-capped birds love to eat fire-cloud flowers and will build their nests and live near the fire-cloud flowers. After finding a location, she immediately saw the bright red flowers in the grass. After looking around, she noticed the traces of fire-capped birds about 100 meters to the side. After waiting for a while, she decided to crawl forward and use the grass to cover her figure.

Excitedly, she picked about ten plants. The ease of picking made her lower her guard. But then she wanted to pick some older plants on the other side. As she parted the grass, she suddenly met a pair of round eyes.

Looking at the bird in front of him, which was pure white except for the crimson on its head, his body froze instantly, and a storm raged in his heart.

No!

How come there are Firecracker chicks!

The tiny creature was nestled in the grass, dozing off. It was so well hidden by the grass that it was almost impossible to spot unless you looked closely.

Yao Qing tried her best to calm the cub down, but the cub immediately became alert upon seeing the stranger in front of it, and looked up at the sky, howling and calling out something.

Hearing the rustling of leaves, she immediately summoned her spirit sword and fled. A large, fiery red bird appeared above her head and chased after Yao Qing.

The sky was its domain, and Yao Qing was caught up in no time. She dodged in a sorry state, her clothes scorched by the protruding spiritual fire, and she felt a pang of heartache.

This robe cost her five mid-grade spirit stones, and she had to haggle hard to get it.

Using the forest terrain, which made the fire-capped bird difficult to move, she managed to distance herself from it. Fortunately, she was not able to stay away for long before panic overwhelmed her and she collided with the person running in front of her.

Before they could even hurl insults, the group exchanged a glance and immediately turned and fled, darting between the heavens and the earth, taking two hours to finally escape.

Looking at the layers upon layers of isolation shields and defensive arrays, Yao Qing was filled with envy. They were really rich. If she were that rich, she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to afford medicinal herbs. She was jealous.

Damn it, there are so many rich people in the world, what difference does one more of her make?

Just as Yao Qing was about to speak, she noticed the scene outside the cave and looked over curiously. This isolation array was really good; it not only concealed their presence but also blocked their voices.

They were all too tired to speak, so they didn't need this function anymore.

The trio, seeing her like this, followed her gaze with curiosity and saw Han Ziyan and other disciples dressed in Qingyun Sect robes, but the atmosphere between them was somewhat strange.

The five disciples clasped their hands and bowed to Han Ziyan with great respect. Even though Han Ziyan was exceptionally talented, it was not necessary to treat him like a great figure.

Four pairs of eyes turned to look, noticing something unusual. They were eagerly waiting to see what the other party would do next. Xiao He had always disliked Han Ziyan's pretentious and hypocritical manner. Seeing this, he immediately took out the recording stone, determined to catch him red-handed.

"How's it going?"

His tone was icy, a stark contrast to his usual gentle and refined manner. Xiao He's eyes lit up. Wasn't this evidence that exposed his false face?

This is like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep! Han Ziyan, die!

Hahahaha.

"Everything is ready and waiting for your instructions."

Han Ziyan looked at the respectful group of people in front of him, his smile widening, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes. His forced smile was somewhat eerie.

Xiao He, who had been watching the show with bated breath, was stunned. A bad feeling crept into his heart. He knew that Han Ziyan was somewhat hypocritical, but the contrast between his previous and current behavior was too great.

They were all caught off guard. Yao Qing wondered to herself, "What's going on?"

What kind of mission is it? It's all so mysterious, like some kind of underground shady deal, it's all very strange.

Han Ziyan's voice followed, "Several outstanding disciples have also come this time."

It seemed like an unintentional remark, but the coldness in his tone sent chills down the spines of the four men. Xiao He couldn't help but rub his arms, purse his lips, and get goosebumps.

The disciples outside bowed to Han Ziyan again before leaving in unison. Han Ziyan didn't linger; he transformed himself, and the four were taken aback. Dressed in a black robe, his handsome face was clearly that of Yue Wu. They all recognized this junior uncle.

That's really strange.

But they were all baffled, unable to understand what riddles the people outside the cave were talking about, or what sudden transformations they were making.

Seeing that he couldn't record anything that would help him control Han Ziyan, Xiao He simply put it away and continued to rest with his eyes closed. He would meditate for a while longer and then go out.

Meanwhile, the various teams outside the cave encountered ambushes by the men in black robes, and only managed to escape after a desperate fight.

After setting up a magic array, they helped the injured disciple sit down in the shade. After examining him, the experienced disciple was astonished at first glance.

"This is demonic energy!"

The disciples standing to one side began to panic, but it was only after the disciples in charge of the team spoke up to calm them down that the tense atmosphere was temporarily eased.

Su Ti looked at the injured disciples, their faces pale, leaning against the tree. After a moment's thought, she made a decision to have them crush their tokens and leave the secret realm. Finding opportunities in the secret realm was a good thing, but losing their lives instead would be a loss. Seeing that there was danger, she couldn't let them go to their deaths.

The injured disciple always obeyed Su Ti's orders. He took out the token, gripped it tightly, closed his eyes, and waited for the teleportation. His head swayed slightly, and when he sensed something was wrong, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that nothing had changed!

Su Ti's previously calm demeanor began to crack; the token had become invalid!

One person's failure is one thing, but four people failing at the same time must mean something is wrong. She quickly connected the dots to the source of the demonic energy—the demon race.

Fire a signal flare and have the healer treat the injured disciple while waiting for the other disciples to join. Once the two leaders arrive, the situation will be more secure.

Yuewu followed behind Han Ziyan, noting down where he placed the array stones. Basically, she would take one stone after Han Ziyan placed it, but in the end, she lost track of him because she was afraid Han Ziyan would find out.

Yuewu casually tossed the array stones she found into her storage ring. After all, she wasn't an array cultivator, so she couldn't see Han Ziyan's purpose and had no choice but to take them all.

Han Ziyan had disappeared without a trace, so she could only search for the remaining array stones in a corner of the secret realm, and by chance, she found two more.

*Snap!*

Upon hearing the sound of the signal flare, Yuewu turned around abruptly, sensing something was wrong. She was focused on Han Ziyan; she hadn't fallen for the trap and become possessed. As long as she kept a close watch on Han Ziyan, everything should be fine.

Yuewu frowned, her small mouth slightly pouting. Han Ziyan had caused trouble in such a short time?

She's angry, and she still has to clean up the mess. With Xuan Shen around, things should be much easier.

When she arrived at the location where the signal flare was launched, she was about to ask a question when a group of people pointed swords at her. Yuewu was stunned; this scene was so similar to the one in the original owner's memory.

Has she been framed again?

Xuan Shen stepped forward to the crowd, asking her to prove her identity. Yue Wu was a little confused. What kind of new philosophy was this? Proving that she was herself.

Noticing the caution of others, he thought for a moment, then took out his natal spirit sword, Suhua. This was taken from the sword tomb by the original owner. It was a sword ranked in the top ten of the spirit sword list and was a good object to prove his identity.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Shen lowered his guard slightly, "It's Junior Sister."

As if to soothe the disciples' tense and chaotic emotions, Yuewu approached and asked what had happened, only to learn what had just occurred.

After hearing everything, she frowned, her teeth itching with anger. She knew without a doubt who had done it.