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

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

It seemed as if something was slowly cracking inside Sheng He's body.

The old man let out a sinister laugh and was about to step forward when he was startled into stopping by a surge of spiritual energy. He looked at the little girl in front of him in disbelief as her spiritual energy was rising wildly!

Mid-stage Qi Refining, Late-stage Qi Refining...

Sheng He actually advanced to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage in one go!

The old man looked at Sheng He as if he were a monster, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the flying hook. Only when he saw that Sheng He's cultivation level had stopped increasing did he let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

No wonder Yanran insisted on taking matters into her own hands. With such a brilliant talent as a precedent, how can the younger generation of the Zhao family possibly stand out?

But... so what if he's a genius? A Foundation Establishment cultivator is still no match for him at the Golden Core stage!

Sheng He felt the abundant spiritual energy surrounding her, and even the small flame in her dantian had grown stronger.

This was a cultivation technique she accidentally obtained in a secret realm in her previous life, which she used to forcibly improve her cultivation level by burning her bloodline.

This kind of exercise is extremely harmful to the body, almost at the cost of burning one's life.

In her previous life, Sheng He had kept this technique hidden away and never used it.

But now...

With her mother's killer right in front of her, how could she not hate him?

She looked at the old man in front of her, with only one thought in her mind.

He must die! He must die!

Sheng He activated her cultivation technique once more, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy rushed towards her.

Even though her body had long exceeded its limits, she never thought of stopping.

"Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft pfft!"

Sheng He's blood vessels kept bursting, and tiny blood droplets slowly seeped through his skin, leaving streaks of blood on his body.

Sheng He circulated his spiritual energy, feeling his cultivation level continuously rising until it stopped at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Although she has not truly condensed a golden core within her body, but only a phantom, her combat power will be much weaker than that of an ordinary golden core cultivator.

but.

Sheng He looked up at the old man opposite her who was trembling with fear, and suddenly grinned.

That's enough to deal with him.

Sheng He picked up the blood beads on her body, activated her spiritual power, and soon a small flaming wheel appeared in front of her.

The flaming wheel spun, continuously drawing in the blood droplets from Sheng He's body. The more blood droplets it drew in, the larger the wheel became.

The surrounding temperature was rising continuously, and even the air was becoming distorted. Seeing that the roulette wheel in Sheng He's hand was getting bigger and bigger, the old man dared not underestimate his opponent and swung his grappling hook to attack Sheng He.

This grappling hook is his natal magic weapon. When he forged it, he specially sought out rare materials such as Nine Heavens Profound Iron and Ice Crystal Stone. Over the years, even when it fell into lava, his grappling hook remained undamaged.

The old man sneered inwardly. So what if he forcibly increased his spiritual power? His realm was unstable, and he could not escape death!

The old man manipulated the grappling hook to avoid the wheel and strike Shenghe from above. Shenghe stabilized the wheel with one hand and activated the flames on it with the other.

With a "sizzle," the grappling hook pierced through layers of flames, gradually slowing down until it finally came to a steady stop in front of Sheng He.

Sheng He sneered and flipped his hand, causing the flames and the grappling hook engulfed in flames to also flip.

The old man frowned and reached out to retrieve the grappling hook, but it remained motionless in Sheng He's hand.

"You want this, right?"

Sheng He curled her lips into a smile, and the next second, the grappling hook, engulfed in flames, swiftly struck the old man.

The old man was terrified and hurriedly used magic to defend himself, but the flying hook stopped less than three inches away from him.

The old man frowned, about to use his spiritual power to forcibly retract the flying hook, when he suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

It looked like something had dripped onto the ground.

The flames in front of him grew smaller and smaller, and the old man's eyes widened instantly. This... this was his natal magic weapon, and his magic weapon had been melted!

The old man felt a rush of blood to his head and hurriedly tried to extinguish the flames by circulating his spiritual power. However, the flames seemed to know what he was thinking, and before the old man could make any move, the eagle claw hook was melted away in an instant.

Everything happened too fast. Before the old man could react, he was backfired by the destruction of his natal magic weapon and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He steadied himself against the wall, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Sheng He: "You can melt my flying hook, you... you have a mutated fire elemental root!"

As the old man spoke, he threw the magical treasures on Sheng He as if they were free, but they were burned to ashes the moment they touched the flaming wheel.

The old man pointed at Sheng He in terror, stammering "You! You! You!" for a long time, unable to say anything, and instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

He had only run a few steps when he suddenly bumped into thin air.

This is a barrier he set up; those below the Nascent Soul stage can only enter but not leave.

The intense heat behind him grew closer and closer. The old man opened his eyes wide, too afraid to turn around. He reached out his hand to call for help, but before he could take out the whistle from his sleeve, he was engulfed by a huge ball of flame.

In the scorching air distorted by the high temperature, the old man watched helplessly as Sheng He picked up a brick and pierced his own chest. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body was burned to ashes.

The moment the old man died, the surroundings returned to their bustling state. Sheng He touched his surroundings, and as the old man died, the barrier also dissipated.

Sheng He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His body, which had been holding on, finally relaxed at this moment. It seemed that he was bleeding even more blood, and his cultivation level instantly dropped from the early stage of Golden Core to the early stage of Qi Refining.

Fortunately, this time, she protected her mother.

Sheng He leaned against the wall, her steps unsteady, and slowly walked out of the alley. Her mother was still waiting for her.

"Mom, we're home."

"Going home? It's probably a bit too early."

A sweet, charming female voice came from ahead. The voice seemed somewhat familiar, and Sheng He looked up.

The once bustling street was now deserted. Not far away, there seemed to be a figure standing. Sheng He opened her eyes wide, trying to see who it was.

However, the forced increase in her power had already overwhelmed her body. At this moment, she was covered in blood, and her vision was completely blurred, making it impossible for her to see anything clearly.

My mother is in an inn two streets away from here; we can't go any further.

Sheng He stopped and slowly sat down, leaning against the wall.

It seemed to be a woman, probably around the same age as herself. She sized up Sheng He while muttering to herself.

"Is this the female lead? I can't even see her face clearly, but her talent is quite good. She has a mutated fire spirit root and can even fight a Golden Core cultivator one-on-one. Only someone with such talent is worthy of me. It's just a pity about Sixth Uncle."