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

"Xiao He, do you regret becoming my disciple?"

"I will never regret it."

Tianyu looked at the recording stone and nodded to Shenghe with satisfaction: "I knew you were so outstanding, Xiaohe. You must have been taught by your master. I will take this recording stone back for Junfu and Zhelan to listen to, so that they will know that they have such a respectful senior sister like you."

Sheng He: ...I also want to play it for my junior sisters!

Sheng He immediately struggled to reach out and grab it, but before she could even touch the recording stone, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, coughed violently, and vomited a huge blood clot.

"No...you mustn't let your junior sister hear this..."

Tianyu was terrified when she saw Shenghe, who had already fainted. She immediately ran towards Jinglan's herb garden.

"Jinglan! Jinglan! I'm doomed! I think I've angered my disciple to death!"

"Jinglan! Come out quickly, Jinglan!"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from the nearby herb garden, and the next moment, the already unstable hut was blown to pieces in Tianyu's astonished gaze.

Jinglan emerged from the small house with a face as black as the bottom of a pot. She narrowed her eyes, exuding a murderous aura.

"My seventh-grade pill! Tianyu, you better have something to discuss with me, otherwise, believe me, I'll throw you and Luo Ling into my alchemy furnace together!"

Tianyu immediately stopped in his tracks. He shrank back, handed Shenghe, who had already vomited blood and fainted, forward, turned his face away from Jinglan, and said with an awkward smile:

"Um, I think I angered my apprentice to death. Xiao Lan, you are a magnanimous person, please help me save Xiao He."

"Is this Xiao He?"

The murderous aura vanished instantly, and Jinglan's face returned to its fair state. She took Shenghe from her and gently placed her palm on Shenghe's forehead. A warm spiritual energy flowed from Jinglan's palm into Shenghe's body.

Tianyu swallowed hard and asked anxiously, "Xiaolan, is there any hope?"

Jinglan glanced at Tianyu: "In my hands, nothing serious will happen. As for you..."

"Hmph!" Jinglan sneered, "Don't think you can fool me by calling me Xiaolan! My alchemy furnace exploded, and all the materials I used to refine the seventh-grade poison-avoiding pill are ruined."

"I'll give you three days. If I don't see these things in the herb garden after three days..."

"Humph!"

Jinglan let out another cold laugh, and Tianyu's body trembled involuntarily. He glanced at Shenghe worriedly and said with a fawning smile, "Don't worry, take good care of Xiaohe for me. I'll go find the materials for you right away, I'll go right away..."

......

Inside the Cliff of Contemplation, gusts of wind howled.

Chu Heng, dressed in rags, leaned against the edge of the cliff. Hearing the noise, he rolled his lifeless eyes and slowly raised his head.

"I'm not going! Let me go!"

"My master is Xuanxiao, the number one swordsman in the world. Even the sect leader has to give him some face. He will save me. He will definitely save me!"

"Let me go! You dare treat me like this now? Once I get out of here, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Zhao Yanran, with her hair disheveled and looking like a madwoman, was tightly bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope. Two disciples from the Discipline Department held her up on either side, and no matter how much she struggled, she was slowly being carried closer to the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance.

One of the disciples from the Discipline Department, who was on good terms with her, felt sorry for Zhao Yanran in her current state and advised her, "Junior Sister Yanran, you should stop struggling and stay at the Cliff of Repentance to reflect on your actions. Perhaps the sect leader will release you in a few days."

"Get out! All of you, get out of here! You make it sound so easy, why don't you come to this Cliff of Repentance and be punished in my place!"

The disciple sighed, exchanged a glance with Qin Lang, and the two shook their heads and left.

Qin Lang turned around and looked at Zhao Yanran, who was still screaming, showing no trace of her usual gentle and kind demeanor.

Even a disciple of the Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao would end up like this!

Qin Lang sighed, but secretly he was overjoyed. So what if Zhao Yanran was the personal disciple of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable? So what if she had a top-grade fire spirit root? She was still going to be sent to this Cliff of Contemplation to suffer.

In all calculations, he's not even as good as an ordinary inner disciple like him!

Qin Lang chuckled softly, and for some reason, he thought of Sheng He again.

Although he was waiting in a corner of the Discipline Department today, he could still see clearly that although Sheng He had five spiritual roots, the sect leader said that she was already in the middle stage of the Golden Core stage. Moreover, judging from the sect leader's tone, he clearly had high hopes for Sheng He.

Speaking of which, Sheng He is also a direct disciple of Jianfeng. Although her master is Elder Tianyu, who is not as powerful as Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, in terms of status, she is barely a match for him.

Besides, look at how Sheng He stared at him for so long in front of the Qingyun Sect today. Maybe she was already in love with him at first sight because of his handsome appearance and charming demeanor...

A glint of light flashed in Qin Lang's eyes. He pinched his chin and grinned crookedly. Sheng He's appearance was exactly his type. So what if she was a personal disciple? So what if she was only in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm? So what if the sect leader took a liking to her?

Once they get married, won't all the resources belonging to Shenghe be handed over to him, and in the end, won't they all be Qin Lang's possession?

As for Zhao Yanran...

Qin Lang shook his head regretfully. It seemed he was destined to let down Junior Sister Yanran!

The binding rope automatically untied, and Zhao Yanran looked around. When her gaze fell on the beggar-like figure on the edge of the cliff, she immediately looked away as if she had been burned.

The strong wind swept past, leaving a shallow mark on her robe. If this continued, the robe might not be able to withstand such a fierce wind.

Zhao Yanran tentatively tried to leave the bottom of the cliff, but before she could take a few steps, she was immediately bounced back by the barrier at the edge of the Cliff of Repentance.

"Ho ho..."

Chu Heng stared at Zhao Yanran, making strange "hoarse" sounds in his throat. He stood up, limped over to Zhao Yanran, and carefully helped her up.

Zhao Yanran looked like she'd seen a ghost. She waved her hands wildly and shouted, "Get away from me! Get away from me now!"

"Ho ho..."

Chu Heng wanted to talk to Zhao Yanran, but he had been at the bottom of the Cliff of Contemplation for too long and had forgotten how to make a sound.

He was willing to take the blame for Zhao Yanran back then.

But his dantian was in too much pain. For so many years, it had been torn apart by the gale-force winds at the bottom of the cliff every day, and his injury had never healed.

Seeing Zhao Yanran here today, his long-dormant heart seemed to start beating again.

"Ho ho..."

Yanran, did you come to keep me company?

"Ho ho..."

Yanran, I knew you liked me too.

Yanran...

Chu Heng was knocked down by Zhao Yanran's punch, but he slowly got up from the ground. He approached Zhao Yanran step by step, his face full of infatuation.

"Ho ho..."

Junior Sister Yanran, let's be together forever!