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

Wuling Valley is located in the central part of China, surrounded by mountains, and the valley is often shrouded in thick fog.

Legend has it that Wuling Valley was the cave dwelling left behind by the previous immortal, Yuan Chen Zhenren, before his ascension. There is a magic array in the thick fog outside the valley, which will cause any cultivator who rashly enters to lose his way.

In a cycle of sixty years, Wuling Valley will only be open for one month. During this month, the thick fog will dissipate, and people will have the opportunity to see its true face.

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Inside the sword hut, after the quenching was completed, a dragon's roar suddenly appeared in the sky.

Sheng He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared intently at the long sword in his hand. The sword was two feet seven inches long, slightly shorter than Ao Shuang's. The blade was extremely thin and light blue, exuding a chilling aura in the sunlight.

The hilt was made from the thousand-year-old dragon blood stone given to it by Chu Heng. It was warm to the touch and dark black in color, only showing a few streaks of blood red when exposed to sunlight.

Sheng He picked up the longsword and casually performed a move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique. The blade of the longsword was extremely sharp, and it kept making a whistling sound in the air. Perhaps it was made of dragon bone, because the sound of it cutting through the air was like the roar of a dragon, making people's hearts tremble.

In that case, let's just call this sword Dragon's Roar.

The longsword seemed to know what Sheng He was thinking, and its blade was still trembling slightly.

This is her destined sword, which resonates with her heart.

Sheng He satisfiedly sheathed his sword, then remembered that today seemed to be the day the sect was escorting its disciples to Wuling Valley, so he hurriedly ran out of the sword hut and headed for the flying boat.

When Sheng He arrived, the last disciple had just boarded the flying boat. Without hesitation, she lightly touched her toes and followed the disciple onto the flying boat.

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan, who had been waiting by the ship's side, finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Sheng He safely board the flying boat.

Looking at Sheng He's cat-like face, Mu Yao took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off her face, scolding her playfully:

"That was close! Didn't Uncle Tianyu say that forging a natal sword should only take half a month at most? Xiao He, why did you stay in the Sword Pavilion for a whole month? You almost missed the flying boat."

"Yes, Xiaoyao and I didn't dare to bother you, we were so anxious! Let us see your new sword!"

Sheng He smiled sheepishly. Her master had found all the materials she needed to forge her natal sword. He said that if she wanted to forge a natal sword that resonated with her heart, she had to do it herself.

Unfortunately, her fire spirit root had not yet been tempered. It took her almost half a month just to fuse the incredibly hard dragon bone with other materials, not to mention having to constantly pay attention to the thickness of the sword and the temperature of the furnace.

She almost ruined the Dragon Roar Sword.

Fortunately, the final result was good.

Sheng He drew the Dragon Roar Sword from behind his back, his tone full of pride.

"This is my sword, Dragon's Roar, a sword I forged myself."

As if sensing its master's emotions, the Dragon Roar Sword soared into the air, letting out a loud whistle.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan immediately came over and examined the sword from head to toe.

Sheng He smiled gently and glanced around seemingly unintentionally. The flying boat was full of disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

The opening of Wuling Valley is a rare event; if you miss it, you'll have to wait another sixty years. Even though cultivators have long lifespans, the number of times they can come to Wuling Valley is very limited. Therefore, this time, all the disciples who have established their foundation have come.

Sheng He looked at the familiar scenery at his feet and felt a moment of disorientation.

In her previous life, she died on Xiaoxiang Terrace in Wuling Valley.

Back then, she boarded the flying boat with the same hope as she does today. On the Xiaoxiang Terrace, she obtained the gold stone that could refine her golden spiritual root.

Then, she was murdered and robbed of her treasure by her fellow disciples who were traveling on the same flying boat as her, and was forced to self-destruct her golden core.

In this life, without Zhao Yanran and without Chu Heng, Qin Lang has long since ceased to be a threat.

She arrived at Wuling Valley a full 240 years ahead of schedule.

Sheng He couldn't describe her feelings, but she felt as if that elusive fate was finally being grasped in her hands little by little.

"Xiao He, Xiao He?"

Mu Yao gently tugged at Sheng He's sleeve, and Sheng He finally came to her senses, only to be met with Mu Yao's worried expression.

"Xiao He, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Sheng He stopped his dragon roar and looked around the crowd. "It just feels unusually quiet today."

"Didn't A Yuan and Song Jinzhi come?"

"A Yuan and Song Jinzhi?"

Mu Yao frowned, looking somewhat bewildered: "They've been waiting for you at the Sword Pavilion. Didn't you see them when you came out?"

Sheng He: ?

"Sword Pavilion? But I didn't see anyone around when I came out of Sword Pavilion."

At this moment, A Yuan and Song Jinzhi, who were busy preparing clothes and jewelry for Sheng He respectively, returned to the Sword Pavilion. When they saw the empty room, they both asked a question at the same time.

The two rushed to the square where the airship was parked, only to find that the airship had already flown far away.

"Hey! It's all your fault! I already told you Xiaohe doesn't need the new clothes you prepared, why did you still go down the mountain? You made me miss the chance to go to Wuling Valley with Xiaohe!"

"You're still blaming me? If you hadn't said that the jade pendant Xiaohe was wearing was a gift from you, why would I have gone to buy a new one! Otherwise, I would have been the first person to congratulate Xiaohe on forging her natal sword!"

"What does this have to do with me? Now look what's happened! Without a flying boat, it would take at least a month to get from Qingyun Sect to Wuling Valley. By then, Xiaohe would almost be back! You're just jealous and deliberately trying to prevent me from spending time with Xiaohe!"

A Yuan glared at Song Jinzhi, threw the hairpins and jade ornaments in his hand on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and walked aggressively towards Song Jinzhi.

"What do you mean? Do you want to fight?"

"Fine, let's fight! Who's afraid of you! I can beat you even without using spiritual power!"

As Song Jinzhi spoke, he casually threw the clothes in his hand on the ground and punched A Yuan. The two quickly started fighting.

The Qingyun Sect disciples around them, who were used to the two fighting anytime and anywhere, said: "I can't see it, I can't see it, I'm going to cultivate."

The flying boat sped through the clouds for two days before finally arriving at the entrance to Wuling Valley on the morning of the third day.

Before the sun had risen, the entire valley was shrouded in thick fog. The elder leading the group gave a few instructions to the disciples and then they disembarked from the flying boat.

Many cultivators had already gathered at the entrance, but the visibility was so low in the thick fog that you could not see a single person even a few steps away. Even spiritual energy could not penetrate the thick fog to detect the surrounding situation.

To avoid any accidents, the disciples of Qingyun Sect huddled together closely.

After a long while, the sun shone through the clouds, casting its first rays of light. This sunlight pierced through the mountains, dispelling the thick fog, and finally fell upon everyone.

As the thick fog gradually dissipated, the Wuling Valley slowly revealed its true appearance.