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

All he does is wait foolishly in Jinzhou every day. Wait until Shenghe forgets about him and he'll regret it all by himself!

When Sheng He found Qin Lang, he was squatting in front of his small wooden house, peeking inside furtively.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and looked at Sheng He with a face full of surprise.

"Junior Sister Sheng, what are you doing here? Senior Sister Mu Yao said your old illness has relapsed, so I came to see you specially."

As Qin Lang spoke, he extended the white jasmine flower in his hand.

Sheng He looked up at the dark sky, puzzled. "You mean, you were squatting at my door in the middle of the night, saying I was injured and came to see me?"

"Hehe, Junior Sister Sheng, don't say such unpleasant things!"

Qin Lang took a few steps forward, wanting to hug Sheng He, but his legs were somehow tightly entangled by vines.

Qin Lang frowned, and his expression became somewhat indifferent.

"What? You stared at me for so long in front of the Qingyun Sect that day. Didn't you fall in love with me at first sight and already like me? I've already taken the initiative, and now the whole sect knows about us. What are you making a fuss about?"

"Noisy?"

Sheng He swung his arm and slapped Qin Lang across the face with a loud "smack!"

"I've told you many times that I look down on stupid people like you who use despicable means to get close to me, but you're pretending not to hear me, aren't you?"

"Snapped!"

Another resounding slap.

Qin Lang's cheeks swelled up instantly. Seeing Sheng He swing her hand to slap him again, Qin Lang hurriedly tried to dodge, but the vines entangled him tightly. One vine passed through his back and neck, forcibly lifting his face and pressing it against Sheng He's hand.

Without hesitation, Sheng He slapped Qin Lang again: "Let me tell you, if I ever hear anyone in the sect linking me to you again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

After Sheng He finished speaking, she shook her hand, which was still sore from the slap. She was too lazy to waste any more time on this kind of person, so she took the three small hairpins off her head and put them on the ground.

Suddenly, the vines lifted Qin Lang upside down, leaving him suspended over the small pond in front of the wooden house.

Qin Lang seemed to recall the trauma of being beaten up last time, and finally felt a sliver of fear. He hurriedly shouted, "Sheng He! What are you doing! This is the Qingyun Sect. If you dare to hit me, you will be punished according to the sect rules!"

"I'm sorry, the Vice Sect Master has also agreed this time."

Sheng He pointed at Qin Lang and gestured with her chin toward the long leaves on the three little radishes.

"You three, help me slap him tonight."

Three little radish heads: ?

Three little radish heads: Why? The Azure Grass that has developed intelligence is also a person, and it has human rights too, okay!

"You guys help me slap him, and I won't slap you anymore."

Three little radish heads (well-behaved): Okay.

Hearing Qin Lang's screams coming from outside the door, Sheng He's anger finally subsided a bit, and she closed her eyes to begin cultivating.

Early the next morning, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Most of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are diligent, and the martial arts arena is at its busiest at this time.

Sheng He walked slowly toward the martial arts stage with her arms crossed, followed by Qin Lang, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and was still bleeding from his cheeks, wrapped in several vines.

Seeing Qin Lang's miserable state, the surrounding disciples exchanged glances and silently made way for Sheng He. Even the disciples who were competing on the martial arts stage stopped.

Sheng He walked straight to the martial arts stage, drew her sword, and pointed it at Qin Lang.

As the vines gradually loosened, Qin Lang collapsed weakly onto the martial arts stage. He opened his eyes, which were swollen to slits, and looked at Sheng He, his body instinctively shifting backward.

"You...what do you want to do again?"

Sheng He said calmly, "I heard you've been telling everyone in the sect that I like you these past few days? Not only did you accept my love token, but you're also hopelessly in love with me? Today, with so many people around, I want to make things clear to you."

Qin Lang felt a little guilty, but seeing so many disciples below the stage, if he confirmed the matter today, Sheng He would have no way to deny it in the future. He endured the pain in his body and his fear of Sheng He, and stubbornly said, "Isn't that right?"

Sheng He chuckled lightly: "Your mother my foot! You think I'm easy to bully if I don't teach you a lesson?"

Sheng He activated her spiritual power, and the longsword instantly flew up from behind her.

In his previous life, Qin Lang stood opposite her in this way, personally piercing her body with the longsword she had forged for him.

Sheng He narrowed his eyes, settling both old and new grudges, and thrust his longsword fiercely at Qin Lang.

"what!"

Qin Lang shouted and immediately rolled to the side. He was just an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, who had just established his foundation. He hadn't even had a chance to show his ambition and aspirations yet. How could he die at the hands of a woman like Sheng He?

He frantically dodged the longsword, but it seemed to be deliberately teasing him. He could barely dodge wave after wave of attacks, but he had no chance to retaliate.

Qin Lang was soon forced into a corner of the martial arts arena, with a long sword standing in front of him. He looked at Sheng He almost pleadingly.

"Xiao He, we've had a relationship after all..."

Before he could finish speaking, the longsword pierced through his arm and thigh.

Qin Lang was shocked. As the blood-stained longsword slowly approached, he unconsciously retreated.

With a loud "thump," he lost his footing and fell off the martial arts stage.

Sheng He sneered, looking down at Qin Lang: "What kind of relationship do you have with me? How dare a coward like you go around saying I like you?"

"Today, in front of all my fellow disciples, I'll make myself clear: I, Sheng He, despise useless people like you who are incompetent and cling to women to leech off others!"

"If any of you here are dissatisfied or want to stand up for Qin Lang, feel free to come up on stage and challenge me. I, Sheng He, will absolutely not say a word against it!"

The disciples below gasped in surprise. The news of the elders from various sects going to Qingyun Sect to demand an explanation had been widely circulated recently. Later, Qin Lang took the initiative to say that Sheng He was in love with him and that they had already made a private vow to be together.

In addition, Sheng He's reputation in the Qingyun Sect was not good, so most of the disciples just watched the show and went along with Qin Lang's words.

Even today, many of them are seeing Sheng He for the first time, and they are surprised to find that Sheng He does not seem to match the image of the rumored girl who bullies her junior sister, is arrogant and domineering, and only cares about love.

Especially... publicly saying that Qin Lang is incompetent and clings to women to leech off them, isn't that saying that Qin Lang is using Sheng He's name to spread rumors in an attempt to climb the social ladder?

Now he's been knocked off the martial arts stage in front of everyone.

For a moment, everyone looked at Qin Lang with disdain, and no one spoke up in tacit agreement.

Feeling the gazes directed at him, Qin Lang's face turned from green to white with anger, and he even had trouble breathing. However, since his face was already bruised and swollen, it was difficult to tell what had happened.