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

“Xiao He, A Yuan… was found in the back mountain last night. When he was found, he… he…”

"His identity has been revealed?"

Yun Qianshan shook his head: "He's in your cabin right now. You...you should go and see him."

Sheng He's eyelids twitched suddenly. She dared not think the worst and quickly ran towards the wooden house.

Before she even got close, she smelled a strong stench of blood. Sheng He pushed open the door and froze on the spot.

Inside the wooden cabin, on a small bed, lay a blood-soaked corpse. A Yuan's upper body was intact, but his lower body was shaped like a fish tail. There was hardly any good flesh left on the fish tail, only an empty skeleton. His chest was open, and his heart was empty.

A Yuan's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was contorted, as if he were enduring great pain.

Sheng He approached step by step and called softly, "A Yuan, I'm back."

The body on the bed was motionless, the cabin was quiet, and no one responded to her.

"A Yuan?"

"A-Yuan, don't be afraid, I said I would protect you."

Shenghe picked up Ayuan and headed towards the spiritual spring on the back mountain.

There was no one at the spiritual spring, so Shenghe placed Ayuan's body into it.

"The healing effect of the spiritual spring is the best; your injury will heal quickly."

A Yuan's body lay limply to one side, and his blood quickly stained the entire pool of spiritual spring.

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan, who had been following behind Sheng He, looked at her with concern. Sheng He leaned against a large rock by the spiritual spring and reached out her right hand to touch A Yuan's forehead.

His forehead was ice-cold, and even the spring water could not revive him.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Mu Yao shook her head: "We've searched the entire Qingyun Sect. Last night, the two outer disciples were guarding the back mountain. They said no one went there all night and there was no sound. Xiao Yun Qianshan and I searched almost the entire Qingyun Sect but couldn't find anyone suspicious."

If it's not someone from the Qingyun Sect, then it can only be Zhao Yanran.

Sheng He nodded calmly, but suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood fell into the spiritual spring and quickly mixed with A Yuan's blood.

"Xiaohe!"

"I am fine."

Sheng He wiped the blood from her lips and suddenly looked up at Song Jinzhi, who was standing behind the two of them with her head down.

"There are restrictions on Sword Peak, and ordinary people cannot enter Sword Peak. Song Jinzhi, may I ask you why you refused to let A Yuan come to Sword Peak, and why you fought with him?"

"me……"

Song Jinzhi lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "A-Yuan said he wants to become your Daoist partner, Xiao He, I..."

"Become a Taoist couple?"

Sheng He looked blankly at Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan, then pointed to himself, and suddenly understood.

"So, it's because you and Ayuan both like me that you're jealous, and that's why you won't let Ayuan stay in my cabin?"

Song Jinzhi fell silent.

Sheng He looked at A Yuan, her pale face reflected in the bright red pool water, and she murmured, "It's me."

"It's all because of me."

"puff!"

Sheng He coughed up another mouthful of blood and fainted.

The image of A Yuan's death lingered in her mind. She seemed to see Zhao Yanran approaching A Yuan with a sinister smile, using the same methods she had used against her to deal with A Yuan.

A Yuan couldn't move or make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as Zhao Yanran cut open his chest and ripped out his heart. As if that wasn't enough, Zhao Yanran looked at A Yuan's beautiful blue fish tail and used a knife to carefully remove the flesh from it.

“Xiao He…”

"Xiao He, save me!"

"Xiao He, save me!"

"Ayuan!"

Sheng He forced her eyes open and met a pair of worried eyes.

Tianyu sighed and gently stroked Shenghe's forehead: "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

“Master.” Sheng He lowered her head, her voice low. “Master, did I do something wrong? I shouldn’t have provoked Xuan Xiao, I shouldn’t have provoked Zhao Yanran, and I shouldn’t have taken the Azure Flame True Fire.”

"If I hadn't gone to the Boundless Sea, would A-Yuan have survived?"

Tianyu frowned: "Xiaohe, Ayuan's death is not your fault. Cultivators must be careful not to have an unstable Dao heart. You cannot doubt yourself."

“But…” Sheng He looked up and saw A Yuan standing in front of her with a pained expression, repeatedly calling out, “Xiao He, save me!”

"Zhao Yanran must have killed you to get revenge on me. It's all my fault."

“I knew you would lose all your spiritual power after you came ashore, but I thought I could protect you in the Qingyun Sect. Now that you have died tragically, it is my fault.”

"Ah Yuan, it's all my fault. Don't be afraid, I'll go and avenge you right now!"

As Sheng He spoke, he got up as if possessed and rushed towards the door, but Tian Yu grabbed him.

"Xiaohe?"

"Xiaohe?"

He tried to wake Shenghe, but Shenghe seemed not to hear him and continued to struggle to rush out.

As Tianyu looked at Shenghe, his expression gradually became serious. He knocked Shenghe unconscious with a palm strike and his gaze fell on the three small hairpins on Shenghe's head.

He waved his hand, and the three little hairpins immediately returned to their original form. They clung tightly together, watching Tianyu nervously.

"You are... the Azure Grass?"

Three little radish heads: Don't come any closer!

……

When Sheng He woke up, his eyes were clear.

She looked at the large group of people gathered around the bed in confusion: Tianyu, Jinglan, Muyao, Yun Qianshan, and Song Jinzhi.

Why are you all gathered here?

Tianyu looked at Shenghe and tentatively asked, "Xiaohe, have you seen Ayuan?"

"A Yuan..."

Sheng He lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "I will avenge him myself!"

Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly winked at Jinglan. Jinglan nodded and placed her palm on Shenghe's forehead.

After a long pause, she nodded to Tianyu as well.

Sheng He looked completely bewildered: "Master, Uncle-Master, what kind of riddle are you playing?"

"Stop playing riddles! Don't you know you've been possessed by a demon?"

"Heart demon?"

Sheng He subconsciously touched the small hairpin on her head; her head was completely bare, with nothing left.

"Don't worry, they're in your hands."

Jinglan gently lifted Shenghe's sleeve and saw that she was wearing a grass ring on each hand, with small white flowers adorning the rings.

Two little radish heads: Waaaaah, big brother, may you rest in peace!

"it……"

Jinglan sighed helplessly: "I've tried it. If it's to remove the inner demon, then only a complete Biluo Grass can be used."

“That Azure Grass has developed sentience. It says it is the leader and is willing to sacrifice itself to save you.”

Sheng He unconsciously stroked the grass ring on her wrist. As if sensing her thoughts, a small leaf gently hooked onto Sheng He's finger.

"I understand, thank you, Uncle-Master."

"Master, I have a request."

"You said."

"Master, can you help me send A-Yuan back to the Eastern Sea?"

"Don't worry, I'll go right away."

"Mm." Sheng He responded softly, "Master, Uncle, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."

"Xiao He, you..."

Tianyu wanted to say something more, but Jinglan tugged at his sleeve and gave him a look. Tianyu immediately followed her out, looking dejected.

The cabin fell silent. Sheng He stroked the edge of the bed, as if he could still feel the sticky blood.

Mid-stage Golden Core is still too weak.

Sheng He calmly activated the restrictions on the wooden house and took out the Azure Flame True Fire from his storage ring.