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

half a month later.

As evening fell and the sun began to set, Sheng He sat listlessly on a tree, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, while Mu Yao stared intently at the secluded path in front of them.

Sheng He yawned, waved away the buzzing mosquitoes in her ear, and said listlessly, "Senior Sister Mu, will Senior Sister Yun and her young master really come?"

"Really, really, just wait a little longer. I heard it with my own ears yesterday while I was peering over the wall."

"Hey! Xiaohe, look! They're here!"

Mu Yao glanced at a white hem in the distance, immediately shook Sheng He's arm, and whispered, "Hide well, don't let Xiao Yun find you!"

The two covered their mouths and stared intently at the newcomer.

A white hem fluttered in the wind as a slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows, accompanied by the faint scent of jasmine in the air.

Mu Yao nudged Sheng He's shoulder, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh: "I knew Xiao Yun liked skinny figures, and he even brought flowers! No wonder he's been keeping Xiao Yun so distracted these past few days!"

Sheng He looked at the familiar figure on the ground, a vague feeling of unease creeping into her heart. Could this person be...?

The man drew closer, dressed in the robes of an inner disciple. He held his head high, condescendingly carrying a few jasmine flowers in his hand. He walked with his nostrils pointing to the sky, looking more like he was there to inspect the territory than to apologize to Senior Sister Yun.

Mu Yao frowned, and when she saw the person's face clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, slipped, and fell off the tree.

Qin Lang eagerly stepped forward to help Mu Yao up, but before he could even touch her clothes, Mu Yao got up on her own, as if Qin Lang were carrying some kind of plague and she was afraid of being infected, and instantly moved eight feet away from him.

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, what a coincidence! How did we end up meeting you here?"

"Yes." Mu Yao dusted herself off expressionlessly. "What bad luck, I have to go."

"Hey, wait a minute! Senior Sister Mu Yao, I heard that Junior Sister Sheng He has been with you these past few days, so why don't I see her today?"

Mu Yao glanced at Qin Lang, then began to make up a story without changing her expression: "Oh, Xiao He's old injury has flared up these past few days and she can't get out of bed. My master said she can't be exposed to the wind, can't go out, and definitely can't see that bitch."

"How could this be?"

Qin Lang frowned and muttered to himself, "It was just a pressure attack, how come my injuries haven't healed yet? Is Sheng He completely ruined now?"

In that case, wouldn't all his painstaking planning have been in vain? But just a few days ago, he saw Sheng He and Mu Yao catching fish and eating them by the lake. They didn't seem like they were about to have a relapse of their old injuries.

Qin Lang looked at Mu Yao suspiciously: "Is Junior Sister Sheng really sick? She can't be deliberately avoiding me, can she?"

"of course."

Mu Yao whistled, looked up at the sky and down at the ground, and then suddenly looked at Qin Lang seriously as if she had remembered something.

"Also, according to seniority, you should call Xiaohe 'Senior Sister'."

Not everyone likes being a junior sister.

Zhao Yanran: ?

Qin Lang looked embarrassed and didn't delve into the truth of Mu Yao's words. Just as he was about to leave, his gaze paused when he saw the few white jasmine flowers in his hand.

He specifically went to the roadside to pick these; it's such a pity.

"Senior Sister Mu, please accept these flowers."

Qin Lang smiled and handed the flowers to Mu Yao. As he passed the tree where Mu Yao had fallen, he looked up and saw that the tree was completely bare except for a single foxtail grass drooping on the trunk, which he assumed was left by his senior sister Mu Yao.

It seems that Shenghe is indeed not here.

Qin Lang sighed inwardly, but Mu Yao quickly waved her hand and ran away without even uttering a word of refusal.

She had witnessed Qin Lang's methods firsthand. For the past two weeks, he had been harassing Xiao He, and despite Xiao He's countless rejections, he insisted on following her.

Later, Xiaohe couldn't stand it anymore and beat Qin Lang up. Afterwards, Qin Lang went around saying that hitting someone is a sign of affection and scolding someone is a sign of love. He said that Xiaohe was only hitting him hard because she loved him but couldn't have him. Otherwise, why would she only hit him and not others?

The day before yesterday, Qin Lang somehow found out where Xiao He lived, and he went to Xiao He's wooden house and left a cheap hairpin that he had found in some nook and cranny.

Well, in less than two hours, the entire sect knew that Xiao He was going to pledge her life to Qin Lang, and they even took the ancestral token of their betrothal from Qin Lang's family.

If it weren't for the sect rules prohibiting the harming of fellow disciples, and the fact that she and Xiaoyun stopped him, Qin Lang would probably have died by Xiaohe's sword yesterday.

Then she thought of the few wilted white jasmine flowers in Qin Lang's hand. If she accepted them, there was no doubt that word would spread throughout the sect that she and Sheng He were fighting over one man.

Thinking of this, Mu Yao shuddered and ran even faster.

Qin Lang chased after it for a few steps but couldn't catch up. He stopped in place, panting and shaking his head helplessly. It was just a few jasmine flowers. If he didn't want them, he didn't want them. Why did he run so fast like he'd seen a ghost?

Thinking that Mu Yao had just said that Sheng He's old injury had relapsed and she couldn't be exposed to wind, he knew that she must be recuperating in the wooden house now. Wasn't this the perfect time for him to curry favor with her?

Qin Lang straightened his robes, steadied the fallen jasmine flower, and strode confidently toward Sheng He's small wooden house.

Sheng He squatted on the tree, watching the direction Qin Lang left in, getting angrier and angrier. Why should she have to put up with Qin Lang's temper after being reborn? But the sect rules forbid disciples from fighting!

No, she had to go see the vice sect leader again and give Qin Lang another good beating, otherwise she wouldn't be able to vent her anger!

"What did you say?"

The deputy sect leader stood in front of the desk, one hand behind his back, the other holding a cinnabar brush, drawing a teleportation talisman on the yellow paper with the grace of a dragon and a snake.

"Qin Lang is spreading rumors about me and him throughout the sect. I asked the disciples in the Discipline Department, and they said that the sect rules do not prohibit such behavior, but I..."

Sheng He recalled Qin Lang's smug expression when he declared in front of everyone that she would marry no one but him, and her fingers clenched so tightly they cracked.

"I have never seen such a shameless person. He must be taught a lesson!"

"But didn't you just come here a few days ago?"

The deputy sect leader picked up his brush and drew another communication talisman.

"Vice Sect Master, you don't know, that Qin Lang is truly shameless, he actually... he even spread rumors that I took his ancestral gold hairpin!"

"What gold hairpin! It's just two loops of copper wire wrapped around it. He thinks he can tarnish my reputation with that. I beg you, Sect Master, to do me justice!"

"What! He actually did such a shameless thing! How could such a despicable person be accepted as an inner disciple? Xiao He, go ahead and tell them that you did so on my orders. The Discipline Department won't be able to say anything then!"

Seeing that he had finally achieved his goal, Sheng He felt relieved and replied, "Yes!" He then hurried off to find Qin Lang.

"Ugh!"

Watching Sheng He rush out, the vice sect leader shook his head helplessly, then quickly took out the communication talisman and teleportation talisman he had just drawn and contacted his silly nephew.