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

As night deepened and the croaking of frogs came from outside, Sheng He slowly opened his eyes.

The Nine-Bend Purple Essence Pill was indeed a sacred healing object. Not only did she feel that her injuries had been completely healed, but her Dao heart had also become much more stable.

Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, Sheng He jumped off the wooden bed, grabbed "Basic Swordsmanship" and walked out of the small house.

The principle of "Heaven rewards diligence" is especially true for sword cultivators.

Only by putting in more effort than the average person can one have the strength to obtain what one desires.

Spiritual roots can be switched, opportunities can be stolen, but the sword will always follow you.

Sheng He picked up a branch from the ground and, following the diagrams in "Basic Swordsmanship," began with the following movements: starting stance, stepping together, bowing forward and pointing the sword, pointing the sword, thrusting the sword, turning around, and sheathing the sword.

In just a few short movements, Sheng He practiced them again and again as if he were tireless.

"Hey!"

Mu Yao lay on a tree branch, holding wild fruit in one hand and resting the other under her head, leisurely watching the little girl practicing swordsmanship with a branch below.

"That's a wrong movement, you need to raise your hand higher!"

"And when you draw your sword, you use your arm, not your wrist!"

Hearing that there were other people there, Sheng He immediately put away the branches and looked warily at the fruit tree in front of him: "Who is it?"

"who am I?"

Mu Yao leaped down from the tree, took a bite of a wild fruit, and looked at Sheng He curiously: "Why don't you guess?"

Sheng He sized up the person in front of her. She looked a few years older than herself, wearing the clothes of a direct disciple of a Danxiu cultivator. Her face was beautiful and delicate, and she exuded the fragrance of herbs.

The scent was familiar; she felt as if she had smelled it somewhere before.

Sheng He understood immediately and bowed to the woman in front of her: "Senior Sister Mu Yao".

Mu Yao looked at Sheng He in surprise: "How did you know?"

“My master once said that the Qingyun Sect has produced a special alchemist with exceptional talent. He can not only make ordinary pills, but also refine pills that can explode and release poison gas. I witnessed it this afternoon.”

"Moreover, Martial Aunt Jinglan only took one disciple, named Muyao."

Sheng He's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

Mu Yao raised an eyebrow, looked Sheng He up and down, and proudly raised her head: "Yes, I am Mu Yao. You are Sheng He, right? I heard that you only started learning today?"

"Yes."

"Is he a personal disciple of Martial Uncle Tianyu?"

"Yes, is there anything I can help you with, Senior Sister?"

Mu Yao leaned closer to Sheng He, her eyes revealing a hint of teasing, before she quickly regained her serious expression.

"Don't think I don't know what you sword cultivators are up to. Let me tell you, your master's methods don't work on me. If my master hadn't sent me to check if you were settled, I wouldn't have bothered with you at all."

"Alright, you're alright now, I should go."

As Mu Yao spoke, she turned to leave.

Sheng He nodded, picked up the branch, and continued practicing.

Mu Yao took a few steps, then turned back: "Am I really leaving?"

Goodbye, Senior Sister Mu Yao.

Mu Yao: Something's not right, let's go back and take a look.

Mu Yao walked up to Sheng He, pointed to herself, and said in a very serious tone: "Hey, I am a Dan Xiu, and I am very rich."

"Yes, I know. Is there anything else, Senior Sister?"

"No." Mu Yao took out a handful of spirit stones from her storage bag and handed them to Sheng He.

"Do you see me? I, Danxiu, am very rich."

After Mu Yao finished speaking, she pointed at Sheng He and said, "You, a sword cultivator, are the poorest person in the entire sect."

Don't you want to say or do anything?

Sheng He raised her eyes and looked at Mu Yao seriously: "I did."

Mu Yao curled her lips into a smile, her tone tinged with a smug satisfaction: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, you just said my sword-holding posture was wrong. Do you think it's correct?"

Sheng He picked up the branch and stabbed it again.

Mu Yao: ...I hate that you're such a blockhead.

"You raised your hand too high, your lower body was unstable, and you didn't have enough force when you thrust it out."

"Thank you, senior sister. Is this how it is?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the arm drives the wrist to exert force, the sword should be level when wielding the sword, the breath should be drawn into the dantian and the legs should be stable."

……

As dawn broke, Mu Yao, holding lotus seeds she had picked from a small pond, stared blankly at Sheng He.

"Yes, that's it. The movement is perfect, and the force is just right. We can move on to the next movement now."

Sheng He put away the branch and gave Mu Yao a sweet smile.

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, we've finished practicing."

"Finally finished practicing?"

Mu Yao instantly perked up, her eyes brightening, and she casually tossed the lotus seeds aside.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me now?"

"some."

Sheng He lowered his head and, under Mu Yao's expectant gaze, took out a purple umbrella from his storage ring.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. This is a defensive magic weapon that Master gave me. It can withstand attacks from those below the Nascent Soul stage. Senior Sister, you are a Dan cultivator and may encounter dangers when you are out in the world. I hope this umbrella can protect you."

Mu Yao was stunned. The girl in front of her was serious, and there was not a trace of calculation or greed in her eyes.

It seems that he is different from the sword cultivators she has encountered before.

It seems that it's different from what Master said.

"You...don't want to be my friend?"

Mu Yao asked tentatively.

Sheng He blinked and smiled, "I thought we were already friends."

Before he could finish speaking, it felt like something had wrapped around him.

Sheng He lowered her eyes and saw Mu Yao hugging her, crying with snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Master, I've found my sword cultivator! Waaaaah! Although she's so weak, she's a good sword cultivator! Waaaaah! She'll definitely protect me!"

Sheng He tried to pry it open a couple of times, but couldn't budge it, and couldn't help but facepalm.

In her previous life, she was a menial disciple and encountered not a single good person.

In this life, she finally managed to enter Sword Peak, but it felt like there wasn't a single normal person around her.

After a long and difficult time, Mu Yao finally got off Sheng He's body with reluctance.

From Mu Yao's words, Sheng He roughly learned the whole story.

Because of their exceptional alchemy skills, most alchemists are very wealthy, and the more skilled an alchemist is, the wealthier they are.

Therefore, alchemists are easily robbed whenever they go out. At best, they lose all their pills and spirit stones; at worst, they lose their lives.

Sword cultivators, because they need to maintain their swords regularly, are mostly very poor, and the more powerful the sword cultivator, the poorer they are.

Therefore, alchemists usually cooperate with sword cultivators. Alchemists provide sword cultivators with spirit stones and pills, while sword cultivators protect the safety of alchemists.

However, there are many cases where alchemists are killed due to unequal distribution or impure intentions of sword cultivators, so alchemists are very cautious when choosing sword cultivators.

"So, senior sister, you're planning to cooperate with me?"

Sheng He pointed to himself in shock.

Mu Yao nodded vigorously.

"But I'm only in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and I also have five spiritual roots, I..."