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

Zhao Yanran finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xu Qingqing.

She had been in the same position in the same place for two whole days, and even though she was in spirit form, she still felt uncomfortable all over.

As Xu Qingqing walked to the clay figure and lay down next to it, Zhao Yanran was wondering what to do next when the prop for resurrection in her mind suddenly started flashing red light.

The next instant, Zhao Yanran felt a huge suction force coming from her, and before she could react, she was sucked into the mud figure's body.

Zhao Yanran felt her body suddenly become much heavier. She opened her heavy eyelids and saw that her skin, which had been made of clay, was gradually becoming fair and rosy, and her body was becoming lighter.

"Borrowing a body to return your soul means borrowing Xu Qingqing's body to return your soul. Once the borrowing of a body to return your soul is over, you will be completely resurrected."

The system's voice suddenly appeared, startling Zhao Yanran. She exclaimed in surprise, "System, you're back again?"

"Well, originally, if you had a different body, your cultivation would have started from scratch. But fortunately, the body you were reborn into was Xu Qingqing, who was in the early stage of the Golden Core realm. After you absorbed her body, your cultivation should have returned to the Foundation Establishment stage."

Zhao Yanran looked at her hands with curiosity. This body was exactly the same as her previous one.

She actually came back to life!

"System, what should I do now?"

Suddenly, a pill and a small mask appeared in front of Zhao Yanran.

"My energy is insufficient and I am about to fall into a deep sleep. This is the Charm Pill and the Thousand Faces Technique. I don't care what method you use, you must increase Chu Heng's favorability as soon as possible. Also, dispose of Xu Qingqing's corpse immediately."

Zhao Yanran held the pills and mask in her hands. When she turned her head, Xu Qingqing's corpse had turned into a puddle of mud, but her human form could still be vaguely discerned.

The system's voice disappeared again. All of Zhao Yanran's treasures and magical artifacts were inside Tengshe's belly. Now, apart from this body and what the system had just given her, she had nothing else.

She carefully extended two fingers and picked Xu Qingqing's storage bag from the mud. Xu Qingqing was dead, and the restriction on the storage bag was automatically lifted.

Zhao Yanran flipped through the items, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She then took out a handkerchief from her storage bag and wiped her fingers with obvious disgust. Afterward, she stood up and smiled disdainfully at the pile of mud on the ground.

"Don't think I don't know you've always liked Senior Brother Chu. So what if you think you're the sect leader's personal disciple? You're nothing but a pile of mud now, aren't you?"

After Zhao Yanran finished speaking, she kicked Xu Qingqing into the swamp and stepped on Xu Qingqing's corpse. Zhao Yanran then picked up the green vine that she had accidentally left in the swamp earlier.

The small patch of green vines was completely wiped out by the Azure-Eyed Serpent, leaving only a few vines the size of a little finger.

This one, no bigger than a palm, was not discovered by the Teng Snake. Although it was covered in mud, it did not sink into the swamp because it was protected by spiritual energy.

The poison smoke and dagger from before must have been a result of a sneak attack; it has nothing to do with the Green Wood Vine.

Zhao Yanran had already prepared an excuse for the green vine in her heart. Watching Xu Qingqing's body sink into the swamp little by little until it was completely integrated with the swamp, Zhao Yanran shook her hair, didn't look back again, and went to find Chu Heng with the green vine.

Seeing Zhao Yanran leave, Sheng He jumped down from the tree and, without hesitation, gripped the Frostbite Sword and chased after her.

She could see it clearly: Xu Qingqing had turned into a clay figure, and the clay figure had turned into Zhao Yanran. Zhao Yanran had actually come back to life!

Wasn't she always on good terms with Xu Qingqing?

Using such a selfish and harmful method to revive, Zhao Yanran must be an evil cultivator.

However, there were blue-eyed serpents in the swamp, so Sheng He dared not go forward rashly.

But if Sheng He could kill Zhao Yanran once, she could kill Zhao Yanran a second time.

She refused to believe that Zhao Yanran could keep coming back to life forever!

With a "whoosh!", Sheng He flicked a hidden arrow from his sleeve.

Zhao Yanran seemed to sense something, turned around and saw the hidden arrow aimed straight at her heart, and quickly dodged to the side.

"Who?"

"I am the closed-door disciple of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, the number one swordsman in the world of Qingyun Sect. Who dares to harm me!"

Before Zhao Yanran could finish speaking, a black figure flashed past, followed by a green sword light slashing straight at her.

Zhao Yanran hurriedly grabbed her sword to defend herself. With a clang, the two swords clashed. Zhao Yanran felt a sudden numbness in her hand, and the next moment, she was blasted away by the immense force coming from the other side.

Before she could even stand up, countless vines suddenly sprouted from the surrounding trees, and those vines seemed to have eyes as they rushed wildly toward Zhao Yanran.

"Don't! Don't come here!"

Zhao Yanran hurriedly used her sword to cut off the vines that were close to her, but every time she cut off a few, new branches would grow from the cut.

Soon, a vine wrapped around her ankle, then her thigh, arm, and neck.

Zhao Yanran was suspended upside down by vines. She watched as the masked man in black, holding a sword, approached her and finally realized what was happening.

"You! It was you! You were the one in the swamp before, and you were the one who threw a hidden weapon at me, causing me to wake Tengshe!"

"Who are you?! I have no grudge against you, so why are you trying to harm me?!"

"My master is the renowned Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, and I am a direct disciple of the Sword Peak of the Qingyun Sect. If you dare to harm me, the entire Qingyun Sect will not let you off!"

Sheng He didn't speak, dragging his long sword on the ground, making a constant, grating sound.

Seeing that the other party still ignored her, Zhao Yanran became frightened, tears and snot streaming down her face, and she said tremblingly:

"What do you want? Spirit stones, magic artifacts, rare and precious materials? As long as I have them, I will give them to you. Please spare my life! I will do anything you ask!"

Sheng He pretended not to hear, raised his sword, and fiercely stabbed it towards Zhao Yanran's chest.

This is the most ordinary iron sword in the world, costing one or two taels of silver. Sheng He has coated the sword with the juice of the roots of the Biluo grass. If this sword is used, Zhao Yanran will surely die, and no one will suspect her.

Sheng He's eyes flashed, and she increased the pressure on her hand.

"stop!"

Just as Sheng He's sword tip was about to pierce Zhao Yanran, a Flame Burst Talisman suddenly landed on the longsword in Sheng He's hand.

With a loud "bang!", the longsword in Sheng He's hand was shattered into pieces, and the vines that were tightly wrapped around Zhao Yanran were also reduced to dust by the sudden explosion.

Sheng He turned around and saw Chu Heng standing there, pointing his sword at him with a righteous expression.

She pursed her lips, and with a slight twist of her wrist, a new longsword instantly appeared in her hand.

Although Chu Heng's sudden appearance caught her off guard, Sheng He never thought she would lose to Chu Heng, even though she was using an ordinary sword.