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

"There's no inconvenience at all."

“The rooms inside Sword Peak are all for disciples. Since you are not a member of the Qingyun Sect, there will naturally be many inconveniences.”

"Then I'll just live with Xiaohe. We always shared a room when she took me home before!"

"What!" Song Jinzhi's eyes widened slightly, her mind in turmoil, but she still spoke righteously and firmly, "That won't do either. This is the Qingyun Sect, and there are Qingyun Sect rules."

"That's strange. You're not even a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, so why are you talking to me about the rules of the Qingyun Sect? Mind your own business!"

Ah Yuan muttered to himself.

Song Jinzhi felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. He had always believed that force could not solve problems, but now he wished he could beat A Yuan up right there and now.

"What are you doing? Want to fight?"

Seeing Song Jinzhi's extremely angry expression, A Yuan knew that in the merfolk, it was perfectly normal for males to fight for the females they loved. He thought that if he won against this detestable human, he would never be able to show his face in front of Xiao He again. So A Yuan rubbed his hands together and said, "Come on, let's have a fight!"

"Come on, let's fight! You think I'm afraid of you?!"

Yun Qianshan shook her head upon hearing the commotion behind her. Young people are still too impulsive. But when she turned around, she saw that the figure she was supposed to be holding was gone.

Sheng He's voice faintly came from mid-air: "Senior sister, Master is back. I need to go forge my natal sword, so I'll head back to Sword Peak first!"

Yun Qianshan:......

……

"Forging a natal sword?"

Tianyu glanced at Jinglan, who had already stormed off in anger, pinched her brow in annoyance, and stopped to look at Shenghe.

"The Wuling Valley will open soon, and many cultivators will go there. It would be a good time for you to forge your natal sword now, but have you thought it through? Most sword cultivators only have one sword in their lifetime."

Sheng He nodded, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

“Um… Master, I was recuperating from my injuries a while ago, and then you went down the mountain, so I haven’t had a chance to talk to you.”

Sheng He took out a snow-white sword hilt from her storage ring, turned her head away guiltily, and dared not look Tian Yu in the eye.

"What is this?"

"This is……"

"Wait a minute." Tianyu reached out and took the sword hilt from Shenghe's hand, examining it carefully. After a while, his expression changed. "This is Aoshuang?"

As Tianyu spoke, he made a gesture: "Isn't Aoshuang a long sword? How come it's only this short?"

"The Frost's Glory has shattered."

Sheng He hesitated before recounting what had happened at the inn that night.

“Master, I can’t beat her. Even Ao Shuang was shattered by her. Am I useless?”

"Shut up!"

Tianyu's face was grim. He glanced at the remaining sword hilt in his hand, then looked at Shenghe, who was bowing her head, sighed softly, and placed his hand on the top of Shenghe's head.

"Why didn't you tell me when you encountered danger? Xiao He, you've grown up, but I'm your master. I don't know what happened to you, but with me, you don't have to be so competitive."

"You're only seventeen. At such a young age, you don't need to work so hard. You should be thinking about cultivating properly every day, what to eat after you finish cultivating, and what to do for fun, just like Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan."

“You still have plenty of time to do what you want to do. Seventeen years old, mid-stage Golden Core, sounds impressive, but if you hadn’t said these things to me today, I wouldn’t even know that so much has happened to you.”

"Xiao He, you are still young. You don't need to rush, and you don't need to be afraid of anyone. I am your master. No matter what happens, I will always be there to protect you."

"But Master, I..."

"So what if Aoshuang is broken! It may be precious, but in the end it's just a sword, insignificant compared to your life!"

Tianyu closed his eyes and took several breaths to calm himself down. He gently stroked Shenghe's head and tried to make his voice sound gentle: "Xiaohe, I often wonder if I am a qualified master. How come I don't even know what happened to my disciple?"

"Come on, Xiao He, since your Uncle Jinglan won't forgive me today anyway, tell me now where you went after you went down the mountain, what you did, and who you met, okay?"

"Master."

Sheng He looked up at Tian Yu, her eyes gradually becoming moist. Although Tian Yu was usually cheerful and took excellent care of her cultivation and life, this was the first time she had heard Tian Yu say these things.

In that instant, all her anxieties and fears about not being able to change her fate after her rebirth seemed to be soothed.

Under the sunlight, she smiled and sat on the grass, talking to her master about her six years of life down in the mountains. Tianyu listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a few words.

It wasn't until the sun was gradually setting that Sheng He finally managed to finish his last sentence, his mouth dry and parched.

"That's right, so as soon as I saw the communication talisman you gave me, Master, I rushed back immediately."

Tianyu remained silent for a long time before standing up and smiling as she patted Shenghe on the shoulder.

"Truly worthy of being my apprentice! He's survived all these hardships along the way, just like me in that respect!"

"Alright, it's getting late. I have other things to do, so you should go back first. Leave the matter of forging your natal sword to your master. I will forge the most suitable sword for you."

"Thank you, Master."

Sheng He also stood up, but before he could even bow to Tian Yu, the person in front of him had already disappeared.

She probably went to coax her Uncle Jinglan.

Sheng He smiled gently, feeling inexplicably relaxed, and carried the sword hilt all the way back to the cabin.

Seven Killings Pavilion.

With a cold face, Tian Yu kicked open the door of the Seven Kill Pavilion headquarters. Countless assassins immediately appeared from the shadows, staring intently at Tian Yu. However, Tian Yu seemed oblivious, sitting at the head of the hall like a lord.

"I am Tianyu from the Sword Peak of the Qingyun Sect. Summon your sect leader!"

An assassin emerged from a hidden door. He glanced at the countless corpses of assassins piled up outside, then discreetly observed Tian Yu. Realizing he couldn't fathom Tian Yu's cultivation level, he immediately replied respectfully, "Yes," and withdrew.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a golden robe walked in from outside. He winked at the person next to him, who waved his hand, and immediately someone disposed of the corpses outside the door.

The middle-aged man laughed and clasped his hands as he entered the hall: "So it's Elder Tianyu of the Qingyun Sect. I've long admired your name. However, the Seven Kill Pavilion has never had any dealings with the Qingyun Sect. What brings Elder Tianyu here to sit for a while?"

"No contact?"

Tianyu slowly opened his folding fan, lifted his eyelids to look at the Pavilion Master: "I heard that someone hired assassins from the Seven Kill Pavilion to kill my disciple. I also heard that they even shattered my disciple's sword?"