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

"Little sister, Brother Shen, your big brother is here! Don't go!"

Zhou Zhuocheng woke up from his dream with a start, but was extremely confused.

He was in an antique-style room, with an incense burner beside his bed, the fragrance of which was calming.

But Zhou Zhuocheng struggled to get up; he wanted to go find his younger sister.

But as soon as he got out of bed, his wounds tore open, and blood gushed out.

"Why did you get out of bed by yourself? Your injuries haven't healed yet." A female cultivator came in carrying a lunchbox and stopped Zhou Zhuocheng from doing so.

"Where am I?" Zhou Zhuocheng asked, clutching his wound and looking confused. He took two steps back, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"This is Yunxiao Sect. Senior Brother Si Jinchuan teleported you back here." The female cultivator put down the lunchbox, helped Zhou Zhuocheng back to bed, and patiently explained, "I am Su Xiaoya, a medical cultivator. I was sent by the sect leader to heal you."

Zhou Zhuocheng had a vague recollection of the Cloud Soaring Sect's senior disciple—wasn't he the one who had always been by his little sister's side? If it was him, then he would definitely know where his little sister was.

"Fellow Daoist Su, thank you for saving my life. I would like to ask, has Fellow Daoist Si returned?" Zhou Zhuo asked sincerely.

"He's back, but the sect leader punished him by making him reflect on his actions in the Meditation Pavilion. The sect leader didn't agree to let the disciples participate in this secret realm exploration, but Senior Brother went into the secret realm on his own. He violated the sect leader's rules, so he was punished," Su Xiaoya said after a moment of contemplation.

Zhou Zhuocheng felt his hope reignite and hurriedly asked, "Did Fellow Daoist Si bring back a girl named Xu Weilin?" Zhou Zhuocheng looked at Su Xiaoya very seriously, hoping to hear good news.

But Su Xiaoya shook her head: "No, Senior Brother came back alone. He was badly injured when he returned."

Zhou Zhuocheng felt his inner fortress collapse instantly, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou!" Su Xiaoya called out in a panic, seeing that Zhou Zhuocheng's wound was already stained red with blood, and quickly began to treat his wounds.

Jingsi Pavilion.

Si Jinchuan knelt on the ground, facing a domineering man.

His hair was gray and he had a thick white beard; you could tell at a glance that he was an elderly man.

"Why did you go to the Void Secret Realm without permission? Do you know that you cannot leave the Cloud Soaring Sect without my permission? Once your gaze is seen, do you think you have many lives left?" Ling Moqing, the sect leader of the Cloud Soaring Sect, said sternly, his eyes filled with both reproach and concern as he looked at Si Jinchuan.

After a moment of silence, Si Jinchuan said, "I heard that there are immortal inheritances in the Void Secret Realm, and I am eager to improve my cultivation, so I risked going to the secret realm."

"Who told you that?" Ling Moqing asked, puzzled. The Void Secret Realm did indeed have abundant spiritual energy, but whether there was any inheritance was completely unfounded.

Si Jinchuan looked up and said sincerely, "I overheard some wandering cultivators talking about it at a restaurant at the foot of the mountain."

Ling Moqing narrowed her eyes slightly, maintaining a hint of skepticism. Information from independent cultivators comes from all corners of the world; perhaps someone really has deduced that there is a legacy within the Void Realm.

"Those two inheritances?"

"I have obtained it, disciple," Si Jinchuan said, neither humble nor arrogant.

As Xu Weilin placed the spatial ring in his hand, she simultaneously transmitted the inheritance into his mind.

Thinking of this, Si Jinchuan's expression shifted slightly.

Ling Moqing was somewhat astonished. He had heard that the Invincible Daoist's inheritance had been passed on to an unknown rogue cultivator named Xu Weilin. Then, that rogue cultivator demanded 200,000 high-grade spirit stones from various sects before giving the inheritance to them. Could it be that his disciple had also given the sect's wealth to Xu Weilin for the sake of the inheritance?

“Disciple, do you know that the sect’s spirit stone mine has less than 100,000 high-grade spirit stones left?” Ling Moqing sighed, rubbing his forehead. The Yunxiao Sect’s geographical location is not good. There are not many spirit stone mines around the sect. The only mine that produces high-grade spirit stones has been declining for ten years. What the Yunxiao Sect lacks most now is money.

“Master, there’s no need to worry. I once unintentionally saved Fellow Daoist Xu’s life, and she gave me these two inheritances free of charge,” Si Jinchuan explained, bowing his head.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Moqing's eyes. His eldest disciple had actually obtained two inheritances without paying any price. Sure enough, his usual teaching to be helpful to others was correct.

"Ahem, not bad." Ling Moqing praised softly, then put on a stern face: "However, you disobeyed my orders and entered the secret realm without permission. I will punish you by making you face the wall in the Meditation Pavilion for three days."

"Yes," Si Jinchuan replied earnestly.

After Ling Moqing left, Si Jinchuan looked at the spatial ring that Xu Weilin had given him, which contained all the rogue cultivators who had sacrificed themselves in the secret realm.

Recalling Xu Weilin's instructions, Si Jinchuan gritted his teeth, made a teleportation talisman, and left the Jing Si Pavilion.

He did not see Ling Moqing standing above the Jing Si Pavilion.

Ling Moqing was both angry and annoyed, cursing his disobedient disciple Si Jinchuan a hundred times in his heart, but he did not stop Si Jinchuan. He wanted to see what this troublesome little disciple was up to.

In an instant, Si Jinchuan arrived at the sect's meditation room, where Zhou Zhuocheng was resting. Su Xiaoya was beside him, nagging, "Take this recovery pill in half an hour, and the other one tomorrow. I will come to check on your injuries tomorrow at noon."

Zhou Zhuocheng remained silent, his eyes vacant, devoid of any spirit.

Su Xiaoya sighed and left helplessly.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Si Jinchuan rushing over.

Seeing that Si Jinchuan was about to run away, Su Xiaoya grabbed his hand and scolded, "Senior Brother, didn't the sect leader punish you by making you face the wall in the Meditation Pavilion? Why did you run away?"

Si Jinchuan was silent for a moment, then took out a seventh-grade spiritual herb: "I came to visit Fellow Daoist Zhou. Junior Sister Su, could you not tell the sect leader? After I finish talking with Fellow Daoist Zhou, I will return to the Meditation Pavilion on my own."

"Trying to bribe me?" Su Xiaoya raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said, "Then you've come to the right person."

As she spoke, Su Xiaoya happily accepted the spirit herb. A seventh-grade spirit herb was a valuable item, and she hadn't had any money to buy spirit herbs recently, so this one was a real treasure delivered to her door.

Then, Su Xiaoya's expression immediately turned serious: "Senior Brother, I can keep it from the Sect Leader, but please do me a favor." She turned and glanced at the ward, then sighed: "I am a medical cultivator, and I can only treat the patient's physical pain. This Fellow Daoist Zhou's physical injuries are not a problem, but his emotional wounds seem difficult to heal. If you can, Senior Brother, please try to persuade Fellow Daoist Zhou to think more positively."

"Okay." Si Jinchuan nodded.

Su Xiaoya then left with peace of mind.

Si Jinchuan pushed open the door and entered the room. He saw Zhou Zhuocheng lying on the bed looking depressed and called out, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing Si Jinchuan's voice, Zhou Zhuocheng immediately looked up and tried to stand up.

Si Jinchuan hurriedly helped Zhou Zhuocheng up.

"Little sister, how is she?" Zhou Zhuocheng's voice trembled noticeably, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect her." Si Jinchuan's voice was full of guilt as he gripped Zhou Zhuocheng's hand tightly.

Zhou Zhuocheng felt as if the sky had fallen.

During a secret exploration, he lost his best friend of five years and a younger sister.

He was the eldest brother, yet he couldn't even protect his younger siblings, who died trying to protect him and avenge him.

Large tears fell to the ground, and the eight-foot-tall, iron-willed man hugged his knees and cried.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Zhuocheng stopped crying, his body still trembling. He looked up at Si Jinchuan: "Are their bodies still in the secret realm? I will help them..."

Si Jinchuan gave the spatial ring to Zhou Zhuocheng.

Zhou Zhuocheng entered the spatial ring, which contained a huge room with dozens of beds.

Zhou Zhuocheng found Shen Kang'an. The bloodstains on his body had been cleaned up, and he was lying neatly on the bed, as peaceful as if he were asleep.

A piece of paper floated into Zhou Zhuocheng's hand. The handwriting on it was messy, suggesting an urgent situation. The paper contained only one sentence: "Take them home."

Zhou Zhuocheng looked at the corpses of the rogue cultivators in the room and nodded solemnly.