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

Sheng He simply waved his hand modestly: "Although I am indeed already in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, my spiritual root aptitude is not good. I cannot compare to Junior Sister Zhao's extraordinary talent. She was able to draw Qi into her body in just two days. I am sure she will surpass me soon. At that time, I will still have to learn from Junior Sister Zhao!"

"Don't you think so, Junior Sister Zhao?"

The disciples exchanged glances and then all looked at Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran blushed. Right now, she couldn't say "yes" or "no," and she was getting anxious. Suddenly, she remembered what the system had told her: when you don't know what to do, tears are the best weapon.

Zhao Yanran blinked, forcing a few tears to fall, and said with a wronged expression, "Miss Sheng, I..."

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "We've arrived at the Qingyun Sect!"

The crowd that had just been gathered together immediately dispersed, and the disciples leaned over the ship's side in twos and threes to look down. Sure enough, they saw the Qingyun Sect right below them and began to chatter about it.

Zhao Yanran's tears were still hanging on her face, and the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat before she could say them.

There were no audience members in front of her anymore. Even if she cried her heart out, who would she be there to see? Zhao Yanran stomped her foot angrily. How come this was completely different from what the system had said?

"Junior Sister Yanran, don't be sad. I know you hate that Sheng He. Don't worry, I'll definitely teach her a lesson when we get to Qingyun Sect!"

Zhao Yanran looked up at Wu Yan, who was considered one of the more talented new disciples recruited this time, and who almost always obeyed her.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in Zhao Yanran's eyes and streamed down her face.

"Senior Brother Wu, I don't know what I did wrong. It seems that Miss Sheng has never liked me."

"Senior Brother Wu, thank goodness you helped me, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

As Zhao Yanran spoke, she gratefully took Wu Yan's hand.

Upon feeling the soft touch in his hand, Wu Yan immediately stiffened, her cheeks slowly flushed slightly, and she began to stammer.

"Ha... Haha, Junior Sister Yanran, you're too kind. From now on, your affairs are my affairs, and I will never let anyone bully you!"

"Ding~ It has been detected that Wu Yan's favorability towards the host has reached 90%. Reward: 100 points. Current points: -50. Please keep up the good work, host!"

Upon hearing the system's announcement, Zhao Yanran immediately beamed with joy. Sure enough, the big, simple-minded guy was easy to fool. As long as she gained favor and points, what could Sheng He do even if she saw her face?

but……

"System, why is it still negative fifty?"

"The host's initial points are zero. So far, you have exchanged one Bewitching Pill for fifty points and exchanged the item Time Pause for one hundred points. Now you are rewarded with one hundred points, for a total of negative fifty points."

Zhao Yanran: ...

"So, are you alive now?"

"Yes, host, please keep up the good work!"

……

The Qingyun Sect covers a vast area, but from top to bottom, the most eye-catching thing is the majestic mountain peak in the very center of the sect, which resembles a sharp sword.

Seeing everyone looking in that direction, Senior Brother Fang explained from the side, "That's Sword Peak. The Qingyun Sect is famous throughout the world for Sword Peak. The number one sword cultivator in the world, Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao, lives there. Elder Tianyu, who is in charge of this recruitment, also comes from Sword Peak. It can be said that Sword Peak is the face and signboard of the Qingyun Sect."

"But the Qingyun Sect is not just about Sword Peak. There are many other powerful elders. You don't have to be obsessed with becoming a sword cultivator. Only by choosing the path that best suits your talents can you go far."

As Senior Brother Fang spoke, the flying boat slowly landed in front of the Qingyun Sect.

Looking at the solemn plaque of Qingyun Sect, Sheng He was overwhelmed with emotions.

In her previous life, also in the Qingyun Sect, she diligently cultivated for over two hundred years. When others said her spiritual roots were poor, she worked hard to find spiritual treasures to refine them.

When others said that her junior sister didn't like her, she went out to gain experience, and stayed away for more than ten years, just to avoid appearing in front of her junior sister and no longer be targeted by those inexplicable attacks.

But what was the result?

Betrayal by her lover and coercion from her fellow disciples forced her to choose self-destruction.

In this second life, after many twists and turns, she still ended up at the Qingyun Sect.

As Sheng He followed in Master Tianyu's footsteps across the threshold of the Qingyun Sect, she seemed to sense something and raised her head to look at the familiar sky.

Things have changed, but the Qingyun Sect remains the same. However, Sheng He refuses to be the weakling she was in her previous life.

She wants to become stronger!

Everyone who has hurt her should regret it!

Everyone says that those with five spiritual roots are useless, but she insists on using them to reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao and become the number one person in the world!

Sensing the sudden surge of fighting spirit in his little apprentice, Tianyu patted Shenghe's shoulder reassuringly.

"Let's go, come back to Sword Peak with me first."

As Tianyu spoke, he gestured to Senior Brother Fang: "Fang Mingxuan, these new disciples are in your care."

"Yes, Elder Tianyu."

Tianyu nodded, and was about to leave when he remembered that there was a little boy next to him, so he simply grabbed Shenghe by the collar.

"Hold on tight, little apprentice! I won't be responsible if you fall!"

Sheng He felt as if her fate had suddenly been seized by the back of her neck. The next second, she was lifted into the air amidst the surprised and terrified gazes of the disciples.

The lofty ambitions that had just filled his heart had vanished. Sheng He tugged at his collar while clutching Tian Yu's sleeve.

"Master... Master, please be gentle, I... I'm about to be strangled to death."

Shenghe's legs thrashed about, but the wind was too strong, and Tianyu didn't hear her cries for help at all.

From the sect gate to Sword Peak, it should only take a few breaths, but it was the farthest Sheng He had ever traveled in his life.

"Cough cough!"

Sheng He's face turned red from holding his breath, and he started coughing incessantly as soon as he landed.

Tianyu looked at Shenghe and shook her head in disdain: "Your physical fitness is too poor. You're so scared of such a small height."

Sheng He: ...

Yes, yes, it's my fault for having poor physical fitness.

Tianyu rummaged through his storage bag, found a bottle of pills, and tossed it to Shenghe: "Here, this is the Qi-Strengthening Pill. Taking one pill daily will help strengthen your body."

"With such small arms and legs, I hope he won't even be able to lift a sword when the time comes."

As Tianyu spoke, he suddenly looked up at the distance and his expression became serious.

Sheng He couldn't help but feel a little nervous and immediately followed her master's gaze: "Master, is there any danger?"

"It's alright, this whole area is my yard, there are plenty of empty rooms, just find one to stay in."

Tianyu quickly took out two sets of clothes and several booklets from his storage bag.

"These are the disciple's robes and handbook, as well as a few sword manuals. You can practice on your own for now. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."