A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

Before Sheng He could finish speaking, another white blade struck. Sheng He chuckled, and the two figures vanished abruptly, reappearing tens of thousands of miles away.

"Master, they've escaped again!"

Zhao Yanran stomped her foot angrily, and Xuan Xiao's expression was not good either. He glanced at the brocade box in Zhao Yanran's hand and asked in a cold tone, "Have you obtained the Azure Flame True Fire?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanran's hand holding the brocade box suddenly trembled. She pursed her lips and carefully opened the box, where a Grade 5 Rejuvenation Pill lay quietly inside.

"System! Why isn't it Azure Flame True Fire?! Why didn't you remind me just now?!"

The system's tone was a mix of helplessness and self-abandonment: "I remember already reminding you."

Recalling what had just happened, Zhao Yanran's breathing quickened. She forcibly suppressed the urge to crush the brocade box, raised her head, and looked at Xuanxiao pitifully.

“Master, this is not the Azure Flame True Fire. Sheng He lied to me. She switched the Azure Flame True Fire.”

"what?"

Xuanxiao frowned, looking at Zhao Yanran crying her eyes out. A sense of irritation suddenly welled up in his heart. "Stop crying. If the Azure Flame True Fire is gone, I will find other treasures for you. You are about to form your Nascent Soul, so don't let these trivial matters distract you!"

"Really?" Zhao Yanran smiled through her tears. "Master is the best to Yanran."

……

Sheng He and Bu Wei were teleported to the ocean by a teleportation scroll: ?

The two struggled in the seawater for a long time before finally managing to get ashore.

Looking around, he saw that the place was deserted and didn't look like anyone had ever lived there. He squeezed the Sun and Moon Pearl in his palm and turned to look at Sheng He, who was pouring water for the sword sheath.

"Benefactor Sheng, is there something urgent?"

"what happened?"

"I need to go to Zhongzhou. If you have nothing else to do, Mr. Sheng, could you give me a ride?"

Buddhist practitioners measure the land with their footsteps. They do not practice flying magic. Except in special circumstances, most Buddhist practitioners spend their entire lives walking on their own two legs.

This place is at least several thousand miles away from Zhongzhou. If they hadn't gone through all the hardships to retrieve the Sun and Moon Pearls from the Boundless Sea, there must be something important going on.

Moreover, Zhongzhou was the only way back to Qingyun Sect, so Sheng He agreed after only a brief thought.

The Dragon Roar Sword sped along for three days before finally stopping above Fufeng Town in Zhongzhou.

Sheng He sheathed his Dragon Roar Sword and followed behind Bu Wei, curiously looking around.

This is an ordinary town, bustling with activity on the streets. However, the spiritual energy here is thin and not suitable for cultivation, so it's unlikely that any cultivators would stay here.

As Sheng He pondered this, she grew increasingly curious about the "important matter" that Bu Wei had mentioned.

Sheng He followed Bu Wei all the way to the dock. Zhongzhou was rich and its river transport was very developed. Even though Fufeng Town was only a small town in Zhongzhou, there were dozens of boats of all sizes docked at the dock.

Many cargo brokers were moving back and forth between the docks. Buwei's gaze searched among these brokers and finally landed on a man.

Sheng He sized up the man. He looked taller than the other brokers, his skin was tanned dark, and he was shirtless as he struggled to wrap the cargo from the boat onto a carrying pole. The cargo must have been very heavy, as the pole was so heavy that it was sinking into his shoulders.

This man looked no different from the brokers at the dock, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body. If there was anything different, it was that the man's right trouser leg was empty, and what was exposed under the trouser leg was a thin wooden stick.

This man is lame.

Sheng He stood still, watching as Bu Wei, wearing an old cassock whose original color was almost unrecognizable, slowly approached the man with his hands clasped together.

They seemed to be saying something, and the man suddenly knelt down on the ground in gratitude.

Instead of helping the man up, she took out the Sun and Moon Pearl from her bosom. Holding the pearl in one hand and the prayer beads in the other, she closed her eyes and began to murmur softly.

As he chanted, a golden spiritual energy emerged from the Sun and Moon Pearl, slowly drawing into the man's right leg.

In just a short while, the color in the Sun and Moon Pearl gradually faded, and a thin layer of gray mist covered its surface.

With a "thud," the wooden stick fell to the ground. The man looked at his right leg in disbelief. The skin on his right leg was fair and delicate, like that of a newborn baby.

The man's eyes widened as he gently stroked his right leg, his eyes filled with undisguised joy.

"Thank you Buddha for your protection! Thank you Buddha for your protection! I will definitely donate a lot of money for incense to rebuild a clay statue of Buddha!"

“Amitabha Buddha, may the heavenly venerable one grant boundless blessings. The Buddha does not care about these worldly possessions; as long as you are devoted to doing good, that is enough.”

Without finishing his sentence, he turned and left.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Behind him, the man knelt on the ground again and kowtowed repeatedly to Buwei. The brokers and passersby around them looked at the two of them with strange eyes when they heard the man's shouts, but Buwei did not stop walking.

"do you know him?"

"do not know."

"So you risked your life in the Boundless Sea to retrieve the Sun and Moon Pearl just for a mortal you didn't even know?"

Without stopping, he looked earnestly at Sheng He: "Benefactor Sheng, mortals are no different from you and me."

"Thank you for seeing me off, Benefactor Sheng. I must continue my cultivation. Let us part ways here. May you be blessed with good fortune, Benefactor Sheng."

Before he could finish speaking, he clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Sheng He, and then slowly left, holding his prayer beads.

Sheng He gazed at Bu Wei's retreating figure for a long time, then turned to look at the man on the dock. Overjoyed, he stood up and ran around, showing everyone his newly grown right leg.

The brokers looked completely bewildered, treating it as utter nonsense. No one paid any attention to the ragged monk or the man's right leg.

Only a handful of people who knew the man well showed genuine smiles.

"In all things, seek only what is in your heart."

Sheng He murmured softly.

She returned to the Qingyun Sect, and as soon as she arrived at the foot of Sword Peak, Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan eagerly came to greet her.

Mu Yao looked at Sheng He, hesitant to speak, and after a long while slowly said, "Xiao He, something happened to A Yuan."

"What happened?"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say. Finally, Song Jinzhi, who had been squatting in the corner, spoke up: "After you left, A Yuan kept saying he wanted to wait for you in your wooden house."

"He said he wanted to see you first thing when you came back, that he had something to tell you, but I refused, so we started fighting, and then..."

Song Jinzhi closed his eyes, slapped himself in despair, and murmured, "If I had known, I wouldn't have stopped him."

A sense of unease welled up in Sheng He's heart, and she hurriedly asked, "And then! What happened to A Yuan?!"