Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

An elderly man with white hair appeared before him, and all the Venerables present stood up and bowed to him. He was the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect. It wasn't that he was particularly strong, but rather that he was of high seniority and had lived a long life. Of course, this increasingly frail old man should not be underestimated. In the field of soul searching, he was second to none.

Yuewu stood still. The old man glanced at her, his eyes filled with pity. Though he was old, he understood things better. Those younger generation members were just venting their anger. Because the Qilian family had suffered heavy losses, they wanted to take it out on a young girl. They were shameless.

"Girl, have you thought this through? Once the soul search starts, it won't stop."

Yuewu nodded affirmatively. Compared to being constantly talked about and doubted by a group of people, suffering a little grievance now is nothing.

The old man didn't speak again. He reached out and placed his hand on her forehead. His spiritual power surged, and he probed her sea of ​​consciousness with his divine sense. Her memories were released, and her life experiences were replayed in front of everyone, flashing by quickly like a revolving lantern.

From his perilous birth to his ascension to the Qingyun Sect, from his arduous studies in childhood to his current status as a Nascent Soul Venerable, he can be described as a model of integrity and an outstanding young man.

There was absolutely no collusion with the demons or working with spies of the demon race, as they had suspected. Seeing this, their hearts were at ease.

They just wanted evidence, and now that the evidence was right in front of them, they naturally had nothing to say.

Moon Mist shook her head uncomfortably. Soul Searching had a strange feeling of a person walking on the ground while their soul floated in the sky; it was quite magical.

But there are always some troublemakers who, even with the evidence right in front of them, remain suspicious and mutter, "They're all from the Qingyun Sect, who knows if they're covering for each other? It's hard to say whether the Qingyun Sect has always been this fair."

The voice was very soft, but it was particularly noticeable in the quiet hall where no one was speaking, and everyone turned to look at him.

Many people cast amused glances at him, saying that Qingyun's protection of Yuewu was an insinuation that Qingyun Sect was colluding with foreign races and was a traitor to the immortal sect.

It's one thing to have doubts, but to say them so openly in front of everyone is just plain stupid.

Before the old man could even begin to reprimand him, Yuewu spoke up first, "Zhao Yu, the reception elder of the Zixiao Sect, is mediocre in talent, but shrewd and worldly-wise. He schemed to befriend his personal disciple, Lan Ping, and they became Daoist partners. He then rose rapidly in rank, using his partner's connections to seek personal gain while secretly having affairs with other women behind his wife's back. He's even fathered several children."

Zhao Yu blushed and immediately retorted loudly.

Yuewu glanced at him and, sure enough, panicked. Ignoring him, she continued, "Using their positions to threaten young and beautiful female disciples, arbitrarily suppressing male disciples who are capable but powerless, accepting payment to sell admission slots, and misappropriating disciple resources, and there are many more examples like this. Do I need to continue?"

Zhao Yu was so panicked he could barely stand. He was always cautious, so how could she know so clearly?

He strode forward, trying to stop Yuewu, his eyes bloodshot, shouting that it was all nonsense and a lie. But everyone present was shrewd enough to see through his guilty conscience.

"The word 'fairness' is a defilement when it comes out of your mouth."

As Yuewu saw Zhao Yu attacking, she was about to retreat when an old man with a white beard blocked her way. With a flick of his sleeve, he deflected Zhao Yu's attack, knocked him to the ground, and kicked him several times with a fierce glare. If someone hadn't stopped him to avoid making things look bad, the old man would have definitely punished him severely.

He tied the person up with the Immortal Binding Rope before sitting back down. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The higher a cultivator's cultivation level, the harder it was for them to have children. He was five hundred years old when he finally got married and had a daughter. He carefully considered his options before choosing Lanping, who was his precious darling who was pampered and spoiled.

He knew his daughter was simple-minded, but he believed he could protect her for life, so he didn't take it to heart. Who knew that one day his daughter would come to him and say that she had met the man of her life. He took a peek and saw that he had neither talent nor good looks.

He asked his daughter what she was after.

The daughter simply said with an innocent look that Zhao Yu was very considerate, gentle, and especially good to her.

After his daughter's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide, he finally reluctantly agreed, and privately gave Zhao Yu many chances, after all, he was his son-in-law and couldn't be so useless anymore.

Who knew that this piece of trash would turn around and betray his daughter, and even use his power to do so many despicable and disgusting things. When he gets back, he will definitely make his precious daughter sever ties with him and send this scumbag to jail.

Seeing the hall suddenly fall silent, Yuewu glanced around and asked in a threatening tone, "Do any of you Venerable Ones have anything else to say?"

The girl was beautiful, with delicate features and a captivating charm. She had a stern face, like a kitten baring its teeth and claws, swaggering around because she knew an unknown secret.

Wearing a fake smile, he nodded in satisfaction when everyone agreed. That's right, it's better for everyone to compromise.

Yuewu smiled and silently praised the biggest contributor this time, '66, you're amazing, you've been a huge help.'

The little ball of light swayed from side to side, quite pleased with itself. It was going to become the master of the big system, and exploring the past of small world missions would be a piece of cake. The more points it got, the faster it would level up, and the more functions it would have.

After that, she couldn't say anything and left it to Xuan Du to handle. She returned to her residence and saw Ji Ci standing at the door with her head down, lost in thought. Her clothes were a little wrinkled, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Xiao Ci, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Ci turned around abruptly and looked at the person who had come back with surprise, "Master, you're back!"

The events that have happened since the secret realm were too sudden for him to react to. Among his companions was a demon spy, his master was struck by lightning and was unconscious, his life hanging in the balance. Confused and helpless, he sought solace in talking to his junior brother, who was then identified on the spot as a spy, and not just any spy, but a spy leader.

Even his natal sword Zhanyun and his guardian beast Baihu came forward to testify, so Ji Ci had no choice but to believe them. Just when he felt that all his passion had been wasted, news spread that his master was involved with the demon race. He felt like the sky was about to fall, but he still believed in his master.

A good person like Master wouldn't do such a bad thing.

Hearing that his master had woken up, he hurriedly put down what he was doing to go see his master. However, when he arrived outside Yuewu's room, he learned that Yuewu had been summoned to the main hall for questioning. He was both worried and nervous, fearing that something else might happen to his master.

"Master, are you okay?"

He actually wanted to ask Yuewu if the rumors had been dealt with, but he was afraid that Yuewu would think he was doubting her. Many people doubted their master, and as their master's only disciple, he had to support him.

Yuewu understood what he meant, nodded, and said, "Everything has been taken care of, you don't need to worry."

Then she remembered something else. She looked up and explained that she was leaving the sect to cultivate herself and let Ji Ci become a disciple of another venerable master. She would leave once the matter was settled, but Ji Ci would still be there. She was not good at educating disciples anyway, so she shouldn't mislead anyone.

Ji Ci panicked a little and stammered, "Master, can't you take me with you? You're the only master I've ever had in my life."

Yuewu shook her head. Xuanqing and Xuancan left because the sect could no longer teach them anything. Going down the mountain to experience and comprehend the Dao was much better than staying in one place to cultivate diligently. But Ji Ci was different. He had only recently entered the sect and his mind was not yet settled. On his journey, he would suffer from hunger and hardship, as well as attacks from demonic beasts, ambushes from foreign races, and even human scheming. It was too difficult for Ji Ci. She patted Ji Ci's shoulder and comforted him, "It's fine to learn from other Venerables. As for going down the mountain, you should still cultivate diligently."

Ji Ci's eyes drooped, clearly devastated. He was awkward and not good at socializing, and only had two close friends in the sect, one of whom had been imprisoned. Now that even his master was leaving, he would have no one to keep him company.

Seeing him like this, Yuewu also felt a little sad. After all, he was her first disciple, and he cooked so well.

But life and death are predestined, and she couldn't stay with him forever.

"You have a long road ahead of you to walk on your own."

Ji Ci lowered his head, pursing his lips to stop himself from crying out loud. He understood the reasoning, but his emotions were just so uncontrollable.

Yuewu couldn't bear to see his pitiful look, so she grinned, "But I can keep you company for now, and I can come back to see you later when I have time."

Ji Cicai wiped away her tears and forced a smile, "Okay, I'll cook you something delicious when Master comes back."

Yuewu's eyes lit up, and she excitedly patted Ji Ci on the shoulder. This was a good idea, and she was very satisfied. It seemed that it wasn't impossible to stay in this world a little longer.