Bone-stripping and tendon-pulling? The reborn senior sister becomes the number one cultivator in the

"Third Junior Brother, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare and accidentally scared you. By the way, how long was I unconscious?" Xie Wanning, having calmed down, gave a polite smile.

"Half a month," Jiang Ci answered seriously, his face showing concern. "Senior Sister, how are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Xie Wanning waved her hand: "I'm not feeling unwell anywhere. I'm actually grateful to my third junior brother for taking care of me these past two weeks."

"It's nothing," Jiang Ci said, bowing his head shyly.

Looking at Jiang Ci's flushed face, Xie Wanning suddenly remembered what Jiang Ci was like when he first entered the sect.

Jiang Ci was an illegitimate son of a family of cultivators. He had an older brother who always outshone him, and all the family's attention and encouragement went to his brother. Few people noticed Jiang Ci, who remained in the background. He grew up silently, unnoticed and unexpected, until he was tested for his spiritual root and discovered that he had a max-level wood spiritual root, making him a promising candidate for alchemy and talisman drawing. However, his family mainly practiced swordsmanship, and a prominent characteristic of sword cultivators was poverty. The family didn't have enough spirit stones to provide Jiang Ci with furnaces and herbs, and he was forgotten once again.

It wasn't until Yan Ze went down the mountain to travel that he unexpectedly learned that the Jiang family had a promising alchemist, and that the Qingyun Sect had no shortage of money, only talent. So Jiang Ci was brought back to the Qingyun Sect to prepare to become an apprentice.

A max-level wood spirit root—this is an extremely rare alchemy prodigy. Almost all the peak masters extended olive branches to Jiang Ci, especially Liu Kongqing, the peak master of Hundred Herbs Peak, who even took out his treasured ninth-grade spirit pill as a gift for becoming his disciple. You should know that there are only three ninth-grade spirit pills in the entire continent at present, which can be the most precious treasure of a major sect.

However, Jiang Ci declined all the other peak masters' offers, only requesting to become Yan Ze's disciple.

Because Yan Ze was the first person to recognize his talent, he was only willing to become Yan Ze's apprentice.

Xie Wanning remembered the first time she met Jiang Ci. He was thin and small then, and shy around others. He always hid behind his master and spoke very softly, like a timid rabbit.

However, he was very stubborn, especially when it came to alchemy. He could spend one or two months in the alchemy room, just to refine the elixir he desired.

This is not okay.

As the senior disciple, Xie Wanning used various treasured herbs and pills to lure this "little rabbit" out of his hole, took him all over the Qingyun Sect, and then came to the market at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. She bought him all kinds of delicious food and fun things, showed him different scenery, and introduced him to all kinds of people, making this "little rabbit" more lively.

But who would have thought that Jiang Ci was a wolf in sheep's clothing?

In his past life, to make Ye Qianqian happy, Jiang Ci stopped refining pills and started concocting poisons. The target of his poisoning was none other than his kind senior sister. Xie Wanning painfully recalled those days when Jiang Ci would put poison in her food, water, and even her fasting pills. He would watch her writhe on the ground in agony from the poison, then call Ye Qianqian over and watch Xie Wanning's painful struggle with amusement and laughter.

Xie Wanning never wronged Jiang Ci; it was he who betrayed her first.

"Third Junior Brother, I feel that my body has almost recovered, so I won't trouble you any further." With that, Xie Wanning took out three Grade 3 herbs from her storage bag: "Consider this a thank-you gift from your Senior Sister."

"I don't need it," Jiang Ci waved his hands repeatedly.

"Take it!" Xie Wanning shoved it into Jiang Ci's arms without any hesitation, then headed for the door.

Jiang Ci looked at the herbs in his hand, then at Xie Wan Ning's departing figure, feeling a vague sense of familiarity mixed with a feeling that frightened him.

It felt like he had returned to the home where he had been ignored.