After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

The spirit boat was much faster than the flying sword, and in just five days they arrived at the location of the sect competition.

When the Qingyun Sect arrived, the Tianjian Sect, the Wanshou Sect, and the Lingfu Sect, which were known as the four major sects in the cultivation world, had already arrived and set up camp.

The sect leaders of the three sects came out to exchange pleasantries with Master Guiyuan, while the other disciples, under the command of the elders, set up tents on the territory of the Qingyun Sect.

Qi Yan was incredibly skilled with his hands, while Yun Zhao was too lazy to move, so he instructed him, "A-Yan, I'll be to your left."

He's been in a good mood lately and is happy to follow orders.

Mu Qianqian looked around and said decisively, "Zhaozhao, I'm on your left."

Two disciples from Hanyue Peak followed closely behind. The five of them formed a small group, while the other peak disciples surrounded Song Zhiyuan to set up tents.

"Junior Sister Yun," a male disciple approached, looking somewhat reserved, "may I join you?"

Yun Zhao looked at him and hesitated before asking, "You are..."

The male disciple smiled sheepishly, "I am Lin Shu."

Lin Shu...

Does she know him?

"You're Lin Shu?!"

Mu Qianqian, who was busy on the side, looked surprised. She walked over and circled Lin Shu several times before finding a familiar trace.

She exclaimed in shock, "Xiao Linzi, what happened to you all these years? How could half of you have vanished?"

If she remembered correctly, ten years ago Lin Shu was a fat man weighing over 400 pounds who had difficulty walking.

He didn't gain weight from eating; he was poisoned in the womb and couldn't lose it.

Later, he joined the Qingyun Sect and became a disciple of Lu Mingdao, the peak master of Mu Peak. Lin Shu only appeared in the Qingyun Sect twice before Lu Mingdao took him away to undergo seclusion to detoxify him.

Now, if Lin Shu doesn't reveal his identity, Mu Qianqian won't recognize him.

A miraculous transformation!

Lin Shu smiled shyly, "Senior Sister Mu, Master cured me of the poison."

"I see," Mu Qianqian nodded and said to Yun Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, do you still remember him? He's the one we rescued ten years ago."

Lin Shu pointed to himself, looking bewildered, and said, "Hero? Me?"

Mu Qianqian waved her hand, "Don't worry about these details."

Yun Zhao was confused. The original owner didn't have this memory, but Mu Qianqian spoke so confidently. She followed Mu Qianqian's words and said, "I have a vague impression, but I don't remember it very clearly."

Mu Qianqian said casually, "We've only met twice, so it's normal that I don't remember clearly."

“At that time, Xiao Linzi was being bullied by some kids. We happened to be passing by and stepped in to save him.”

Mu Qianqian remembered everything clearly, even describing the moves they used.

Yun Zhao pretended to be innocent and fish in troubled waters, nodding from time to time as if he remembered.

After saying that, Mu Qianqian still seemed to have more to say, "By the way, why didn't I see you on the spirit boat a few days ago?"

Most of the disciples in Mufeng are alchemists and have no interest in fighting. She thought that no disciples from Mufeng would participate in this sect competition.

“I was refining pills in my room,” Lin Shu said, taking out five bottles of pills. “These are the hemostatic pills I’ve temporarily refined over the past five days, one bottle for each person.”

Mu Qianqian opened it and saw that there were ten Grade 2 hemostatic pills inside. Although the grade was low, Lin Shu was able to refine fifty pills in five days, which can be said to be extremely talented.

Mu Qianqian did not refuse and said with a smile, "Thank you very much. You can have this Xuan-grade spiritual artifact."

Lin Shu refused repeatedly, but Mu Qianqian stuffed it into his hand without saying a word.

Patting him on the shoulder, Mu Qianqian said boldly, "Little Lin, from now on you'll follow us, and we'll make sure you can roam freely in the secret realm!"

Lin Shu: "..."

Not necessarily.

Mu Qianqian led people to help Lin Shu set up a tent, while Yun Zhao went to find Qi Yan.

He was packing his things in his tent; there were too many people outside, which he didn't like.

"Ayan," Yun Zhao poked her little head into the tent, "Can I come in?"

"Aren't we going to discuss your glorious feat of saving the hero with that hero?"

Qi Yan took out the tea set and poured two cups of tea.

Yun Zhao sidled over, picked up the glass, and drank it. "How did you know I was thirsty?"

She ignored his sarcastic remark, and her favorability towards him didn't decrease.

Qi Yan only shows a sour tone when she talks to Song Zhiyuan, which makes her likeability plummet.

I don't know if he's truly fallen in love with her, or if he's just competing with Song Zhiyuan.

Yun Zhao thought it was the latter.

After drinking a pot of tea in one go, Yun Zhao brought out the food and called out Fu Guang. Qi Yan also summoned Yin Xue, and the two sword spirits ate with their master.

Of course, they eat spirit stones.

Yun Zhao felt a pang of regret; these were all genuine spirit stones. He was still young, so he ate one bowl a day, but the amount would have to increase exponentially in the future.

No wonder sword cultivators are poor; no one can withstand being fed bowls and bowls of spirit stones!

They say that distance makes things better and proximity makes things worse. Yun Zhao missed Fu Guang when he didn't see him, but now that he sees him every day, he's starting to dislike him.

It's as if she hasn't fed it enough; when it eats, it's like a starving ghost being reincarnated, as if it will starve to death if it's even a second slower.

Then look at how they drink blood, chewing slowly and elegantly.

However, the speed is not slow.

Just as the Blood Drinker was about to eat the last spirit stone left, an orange figure crashed into it, and the next second, the spirit stone in the bowl was gone.

It hurriedly tried to snatch it, but Fu Guang wouldn't let go.

Yin Xue turned to look at Yun Zhao, her face full of grievance: "Awooooo~"

Sister, look at it!

Yun Zhao felt a pang of heartache and snatched the spirit stone from Fu Guang's mouth to feed Yin Xue.

"Don't take other people's food," Yun Zhao scolded sternly. "That's enough for you. Be careful not to overeat."

Fu Guang's face was full of resentment, wanting to fight Yin Xue. Yin Xue ignored him, nestled in Yun Zhao's arms and didn't move. Fu Guang angrily crawled back into the sword.

Yun Zhao was both amused and exasperated. She stroked the Bloodthirsty Beast's soft fur and said, "You're the best."

The Bloodthirsty One let out a little howl: "I don't want to make things difficult for my sister!"

It openly fought for its master, which angered Fu Guang so much that he unleashed a set of Meow Meow Fists inside the sword!

Qi Yan watched them playfully bickering and wondered where they learned to drink blood tea.

Hmm, perhaps it's innate. After all, although the Blood-Drinking Sword had intelligence in its previous life, it didn't develop a sword spirit.

"Zhaozhao, it's already dark. When are you coming back?"

Mu Qianqian's voice rang out from outside the tent.

"it's dark?"

Yun Zhao put down the Blood Drinker. "Ayan, I'll head back now."

Qi Yan picked up her teacup. "Are you leaving? It's still early."

It wasn't that he didn't want Yun Zhao to leave, it was just that it was too lonely.

He didn't speak, and the Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit didn't like talking to him either. Although he was used to the solitude, with Yun Zhao chattering in his ear during the day, he seemed...

I don't like the night anymore.

"It's getting late," Yun Zhao said, taking his teacup. "We're going into the secret realm tomorrow morning, so get some rest. Don't drink tea, or you won't be able to sleep."

Qi Yan lowered her eyes and said, "Oh."

A sweet fruity scent suddenly wafted to Qi Yan's nose. He looked up and met a pair of bright eyes.

"Don't you want me to leave?"