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

Ten days later.

Muxue Peak is covered in snow.

Halfway up the mountain, two girls were pulling at a boy, their voices filled with sorrow: "Senior Brother, please, don't go! Those people are all Nascent Soul cultivators, and your cultivation has only just reached the Golden Core stage. You'll be killed by them."

"Yes, senior brother, we don't want you to leave. Master said before that if we can't withstand the attack of those people, we can leave Twilight Snow Peak. As long as the five of us are together, anywhere is home."

The boy named Meng Qingyue pulled back the corner of his clothes, gently patted the girl's head, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Second Junior Sister, Third Junior Sister, I will definitely come back."

Then, his gaze sharpened, flashing with hatred and rage: "Those unreasonable sect leaders have repeatedly injured Master, causing his old injuries to flare up. They even want to take over Twilight Snow Peak. This is our home, and I will not let them off easily."

Before his two junior sisters could dissuade him, Meng Qingyue set up a barrier outside the room, turned around and left, his tone firm: "Second junior sister, third junior sister, take good care of junior brother, and wait for my good news."

"do not want!"

"Senior Brother, come back!"

The shouts of the two girls echoed through the mountains, but they did not make Meng Qingyue turn back even once as he left.

"Sister, what should we do? All the enemies Senior Brother is facing are Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Senior Brother just forcibly broke through to the Golden Core stage. Is it really possible for him to come back?" The girl's voice was clearly choked with sobs.

"Mu Ruo, I don't know." Mu Zhi's eyes were blank, as if all her energy had been drained away.

Master was defeated by those cunning sect leaders, and his serious injuries flared up; it's unknown when he'll wake up.

The junior brother was already weak, and the fright he had experienced over the past month had caused him to catch a cold. He had been running a high fever for a full day and night, but they had no chance to go down the mountain to find a doctor.

Because those sect leaders, in order to destroy their sects and seize Twilight Snow Peak, had already arranged for cultivators to guard the foot of the mountain and the surrounding area.

As soon as they show their faces, they will definitely be captured by that group of cultivators.

At that time, let alone finding a doctor, there was no one to even take care of the junior apprentice.

Mu Zhi and Mu Ruo closed the door and looked at their junior brother Qi Shaozhuo, who was lying on the bed with a high fever and weak breath. They were anxious and sad, but they could not alleviate his pain.

The two sisters could only lean on each other, but they couldn't stop the tears from their eyes.

If only Master could wake up.

Outside Muxue Peak.

"Meng Qingyue, you can't hold on much longer. You might as well give way."

"Yes, if you behave and make me happy, I might make you my personal disciple."

"The Twilight Snow Sect is poor and incompetent. Your sect leader is useless. You are just wasting your talent by staying here."

……

"Shut up!"

"Shut up, all of you! I won't allow you to insult my master and my sect! You bandits, I'll make sure you suffer a horrible death!"

Meng Qingyue's eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently, like an enraged little beast. He forced himself to endure the pain of his broken left hand and the pain of being pierced in the chest, picked up the broken sword in his hand, and stabbed at the three people in front of him.

The result was nothing more than an egg hitting a rock.

Meng Qingyue's sword was easily knocked away, and his right hand was forcibly broken. The pain forced him to kneel on the ground, allowing the three bullies to humiliate him.

"Why are you so quiet now? Weren't you so arrogant just now?" the Qingxin Sect leader mocked.

"Tch, he just broke through to the Golden Core stage and thinks he's so powerful that he can even attack us." The leader of the Dali Sect stepped on Meng Qingyue's injured right hand, and listening to Meng Qingyue's painful cries, the Dali Sect leader looked contemptuous and pleased.

"No need to say more to him, fellow Daoists, it's time to attack Twilight Snow Peak together and slaughter them without leaving a single survivor." The leader of the Cloud Sky Sect wiped the knife in his hand clean, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingyue, who was in so much pain that she couldn't get up, struggled to her feet as if she had been electrocuted, her voice hoarse: "You're not allowed to go, you're not allowed to go."

Unable to lift his hands, Meng Qingyue could only ram his head into the Yuntian Sect Leader, but he missed and fell heavily to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, Meng Qingyue tried to get up, but felt unbearable pain in her legs and heard two "crack" sounds of bones breaking.

"How annoying, even a dying grasshopper has to hop around a couple more times." The leader of the Power Sect stepped on Meng Qingyue's chest, causing Meng Qingyue to spit out a mouthful of blood in pain.

"Since you care so much about your sect, then take a good look at how it is destroyed." The Qingxin Sect leader sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

Meng Qingyue had exhausted all her spiritual power. Her body was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and her consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

He was being held back by two cultivators, forced to watch helplessly as the barrier around Twilight Snow Peak was broken. His consciousness began to fade, and he eventually lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he heard sharp screams and cries.

"Don't harm Junior Brother, he still has a fever."

"Don't even think about harming Master. Even if it means death, I will not let you hurt Master."

"Please, please, spare us. We'll give you Twilight Snow Peak, just don't hurt Junior Brother and Senior Brother, okay?"

Meng Qingyue regained consciousness. He heard the howling wind around him and felt a chilling cold. He opened his eyes and saw a vast expanse of white sky, with the sound of wind and snow mingling in his ears.

Was he at the summit of Twilight Snow Peak? Then what sound did he just hear?

Meng Qingyue looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mu Zhi and Mu Ruo bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, kneeling on the ground. Their faces were covered in tears, and their cries and pleas were drowned out by the merciless wind and snow.

And the direction they were looking in was precisely where their junior brother was.

The junior brother, who was running a high fever, had his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and his cheeks were abnormally flushed. His lips were deathly pale, without a trace of blood.

The leader of the Qingxin Sect grabbed his junior brother's right arm and slowly dragged him toward his master's house.

The Yuntian Sect leader, wielding a large sword, pointed it at his junior brother's neck and threatened towards his master's house: "Lin Xuanjin, if you don't come out now, your junior disciple will die under my blade. Even if you don't come out now, I still have your eldest, second, and third disciples in my hands. Today, I will make sure your entire sect is reunited in hell."

Meng Qingyue wanted to shout "No!", but he only spat out a mouthful of thick blood and then had no strength left to speak.

These three sect leaders possessed the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, yet their master had already reached the mid-stage of the Deity Transformation realm. Unable to break their master's barrier, they resorted to using their junior brother's life to coerce him. If their master hadn't suffered a relapse of his old injuries, the three of them would have been no match for him.

"Lin Xuanjin, if you don't come out, then I'll kill you without hesitation!" the Yuntian Sect leader shouted, his knife instantly slashing towards Qi Shaozhuo.

Seeing the glaring red on the snow and witnessing the Yuntian Sect Leader's resolute action, Meng Qingyue channeled his meager spiritual power, preparing to self-destruct his golden core and perish together with the three bandits.

I'm sorry, junior brothers and sisters. It's because your senior brother is incompetent. I can't protect you, and I can't help our master.

At the critical moment.

A weak voice rang out: "No."

The wind and snow on the mountain were getting heavier and heavier.

"Clang!" The Yun Tian Sect leader's broadsword was deflected by the ice spike and failed to pierce Qi Shaozhuo.

Meng Qingyue's body instantly turned as cold as an ice cave, stopping him from self-destructing his golden core.

Lin Xuanjin's door opened.

In the sky, a figure in white robes floated, exuding a strong sense of menace.