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

In the distance, Song Jinzhi, who had rushed over after receiving a message from her third uncle, stood under a tree, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the valiant woman on the martial arts stage.

After several years apart, Shenghe seems to have changed a lot, yet it also seems that nothing has changed at all.

He clutched his pounding heart and walked step by step toward the martial arts stage.

"Xiaohe!"

A Yuan stood below the stage and waved to Sheng He.

"A Yuan?"

Sheng He's eyes swept over the crowd below the stage. Seeing that no one intended to go up on stage to seek justice for Qin Lang, she simply and nimbly flipped over and jumped off the martial arts stage.

Perhaps because his original appearance was too striking, A Yuan changed his appearance again, with black hair and dark eyes, making him look no different from an ordinary cultivator.

Sheng He looked A Yuan up and down and smiled, "Why are you here? Have your injuries healed so quickly?"

"Yes, I... my dad said you saved my life and told me to thank you properly."

A Yuan stammered as he stole glances at Sheng He, his face inexplicably turning red.

His father didn't actually say that. Before kicking him ashore, his father's original words were: "You should repay the life-saving grace with your body. Don't even think about entering the house until you bring Shenghe back!" Then he kicked him ashore.

"Xiao He, you...you...are you married...?"

"Oh, right!" Sheng He seemed to remember something, looked around warily, and then pulled A Yuan close to his ear and whispered, "After you came ashore, weren't you part of the Spiritual Power Society...? How did you find your way here? Did anyone discover your identity along the way?"

A Yuan wasn't annoyed by being interrupted. He just grinned foolishly and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered in magical artifacts.

"It's alright. My father gave me many magical treasures before I left home. Xiao He, this time I can fight alongside you."

Sheng He breathed a sigh of relief, and the two walked toward Sword Peak, chatting and laughing.

Song Jinzhi stopped and looked at the man next to Sheng He with hostility.

Third Uncle was right. He really couldn't wait in Jinzhou any longer. First Qin Lang came, and now a strange man has appeared beside Sheng He.

Looking at the man's face, Song Jinzhi inexplicably began to compare him to herself.

He seemed to be a little bit taller than me.

Her eyes are also a little bit bigger than mine.

The magical artifacts on his body...

Song Jinzhi touched her storage bag. Oh no, she had left in such a hurry that she hadn't had time to bring anything with her.

Watching Sheng He walk further and further away, and remembering what her third uncle had said in the communication talisman about taking the initiative, Song Jinzhi felt a pang of panic and quickly stepped forward.

"Xiaohe!"

Sheng He turned around and saw Song Jinzhi running towards her.

"You are... Song Jinzhi?"

"Yes, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Song Jinzhi stood smiling to Sheng He's right.

Standing to Sheng He's left, A Yuan frowned and looked at Song Jinzhi with displeasure.

“This is the Qingyun Sect, so of course Xiao He will be here. But you…” A Yuan pulled Sheng He closer to him, patting her clothes as if he had touched something dirty. “Don’t get so close to Xiao He. She doesn’t like being touched by others.”

Song Jinzhi stared wide-eyed at A Yuan. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had thought!

This person really did have designs on Xiaohe and intended to do something wicked!

Song Jinzhi clenched his fist, but his face still held a gentle smile. He pulled Sheng He's right hand over, his tone clearly aggrieved: "Xiao He, is that what you think too? Or does this fellow Daoist have some misunderstanding about me? If so, I won't bother you anymore."

"It would be best if you didn't bother us! You! You better let go of Xiaohe right now!"

As if facing a formidable enemy, A Yuan slapped away Song Jinzhi's hand that was holding Sheng He, and then pulled Sheng He forward a few steps to distance himself from Song Jinzhi.

Sheng He held his sword, vaguely sensing that the atmosphere between the two people in front of him was a bit off.

"Hey, Xiaoyun, who do you think Xiaohe will choose between the two of them?"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan squatted on the tree, cracking sunflower seeds and watching intently as the three people in front of them struggled.

Yun Qianshan spat out the spoiled melon seeds in his mouth and said seriously, "Song Jinzhi, right? Didn't they already know each other? This is a picture book about childhood sweethearts reuniting."

"When did you go off to play in the human world again? By the way, why haven't I seen your little prince charming today?"

As Mu Yao spoke, she looked around. Usually, Yun Qianshan and her young master were inseparable, so why was he here alone today?

Yun Qianshan paused, holding the melon seeds, then sighed sadly, "Don't mention it, we broke up."

"They broke up? How did they break up?"

“He found out I was seeing two other people outside, and he said I was fickle and didn’t really love him, so we broke up.”

"No, everyone here cultivates immortality; they're all immortals with lifespans of several hundred years. What's wrong with me talking about a few more?"

"That's right, just ignore him."

Mu Yao nodded repeatedly, looking at Song Jinzhi and A Yuan, who were arguing heatedly, and then at Sheng He, who was clearly distracted.

"Look at Xiaohe, she's terrified. You still need to go and talk to her later. What's there to hesitate about? Can't you have both?"

"Row!"

Yun Qianshan readily agreed. She patted the hem of her skirt and transformed into a handsome young man.

"Wait, watch me lure Xiao He over!"

Yun Qianshan pinched Mu Yao's cheek, gave a wicked smile, and jumped down from the tree.

"Xiaohe!"

A Yuan and Song Jinzhi, who were arguing fiercely, stopped talking at the same time and turned to look at the newcomer.

As Sheng He was pondering what materials she would need to forge her natal sword, she looked up and saw Yun Qianshan striding towards her.

"division……"

"No master, just call me Qianshan!"

As Yun Qianshan spoke, he grabbed Sheng He and walked into the Sword Peak. After a while, as if he had just remembered that there were still two people standing there, he turned around and waved to A Yuan and Song Jinzhi.

"You two are Xiaohe's friends, right? Xiaohe has something to do today, so please come another day!"

"Right, Xiao He?"

Yun Qianshan kept giving Sheng He meaningful glances, and Sheng He immediately nodded.

“Yes, I have other matters to attend to today. Song Jinzhi, you're here to see the Vice Sect Master, right? He should be giving a lecture at the Dao Inquiry Pavilion at this hour. You can find him there.”

"A-Yuan, is this your first time visiting the Qingyun Sect? Have you arranged your accommodation?"

A Yuan immediately shook his head and said pitifully, "Xiao He, you know, this is my first time traveling far away by myself, I didn't think that much about it."

Sheng He thought about it and it seemed to be true. A Yuan had always lived in the Eastern Sea and probably didn't know anyone. There were so many empty houses on the Left and Right Sword Peaks.

"In that case, you should come back to Sword Peak with me first."

"Okay!"

"no!"

Song Jinzhi quickly refused. His face darkened, and he stopped A Yuan, who was trying to get closer to Sheng He. He gritted his teeth and said, "Qingyun Sect has many guest rooms. I'll just tell my third uncle. It would be inconvenient for him to stay at Sword Peak."