From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

After leaving Lin Muxi's courtyard, Jiang Zheng flew along the spiritual river towards its source, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became increasingly dense.

When he passed by the caves of other elders, he would hear voices in his ears, which were the other elders' congratulations to him.

Jiang Zheng is different now. He is in a high position and has great power. Everyone wants to make him a good friend. Maybe he can help him in the future when he falls into the Punishment Hall.

Jiang Zheng will also respond and say that he will visit in the future.

He was suspended in the air, looking towards the end of the spiritual river, and felt several powerful auras, one of which was very familiar.

Looking down again, I saw a courtyard in the Lingxi River at my feet. This was my new residence.

After taking a quick look and being very satisfied, he flew down and landed directly in the yard.

"Hmm? Who are you?"

Jiang Zheng walked towards the pavilion with his hands behind his back, where a disciple in a white robe was sitting.

There was a broom leaning against her side, with a bowl of sweets in her hand. All the girl's attention was focused on the dessert. With every bite, her smile grew wider, and she swung her long, white legs happily.

"ah?!"

Unexpectedly, someone came suddenly. The girl seemed to be startled, and suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly:

"Master, you are finally here! Qing'er has cleaned the house for you!"

"master?"

Jiang Zheng frowned and asked doubtfully: "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

He couldn't remember when he had such an apprentice, who looked silly and sweet.

"Master, I'm not mistaken. My grandfather asked me to become his disciple. He said that you are... are... um..."

She got stuck in the middle of her words, touched her lips, stared up at the sky, frowned as she recalled, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"I remember now! Grandpa said you are the Great Kunpeng. Now I will take you as my master. No one will dare to bully me in the future."

“…”

What the hell is Da Kunpeng?

Jiang Zheng was in a state of confusion, not doubting at all that the girl in front of him might be lying to him.

I guess her grandfather didn't expect that the girl was so honest and exposed all his secrets.

"By the way, Master, my name is Meng Qingqing, and my grandfather is Elder Meng Yangzi. You can call me Grandpa, but no, you should call me Qing'er, because that's what my grandfather calls me."

Meng Qingqing spoke again.

"Qing'er...Meng Qingqing, right? I..."

"Master, you call me Qing'er," Meng Qingqing interrupted and emphasized seriously.

"......" Jiang Zheng was silent for a moment, and decided to show his dignity as an elder, "Qing'er, this elder has no plans to accept a disciple now. Besides, I am only a few years older than you, and there is nothing I can teach you. You can go now."

Then he took out another spirit stone and threw it to her, "Thank you for helping me clean the yard. This spirit stone is for you."

The spiritual stone that was a treasure in the eyes of others seemed like a ferocious beast in Meng Qingqing's eyes. She was so scared that she took a step back.

Gurgle——!

The spirit stone fell to the ground and rolled in front of Meng Qingqing's shoes.

"No, Qing'er, don't do it. If I take it, Master will chase me away!"

She kicked the spirit stone back in resistance, her little face full of grievance.

"Hiss..." Jiang Zheng took a deep breath to calm himself down, then stretched out his hand and took the spirit stone back into his hand.

"I will say this one last time. I will not accept you. Go back."

After saying this, he walked straight towards the house, but stopped at the door and heard a soft sob behind him.

He turned his head and saw Meng Qingqing with her head lowered, her hands tangled together, and tears falling onto her chest.

Are you crying?

Are you crying already?

Oh my God, how did I get into such a mess!

Don't let anyone meet that old guy who's looking for trouble. If you do meet him, make sure to investigate him thoroughly.

Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth, ignored everything, walked straight into the house, and closed the door with a "click".

It's not that he is cruel.

Firstly, he is now focused on improving his cultivation and has no time to teach his disciples.

Secondly, he didn’t have much to teach, and once his cultivation level improved, he would go directly to the Shen Cang Realm.

What will it be like to leave the disciples here?

It's just a waste of time. It's better to be determined and toughen your attitude so that she will give up.

The sound of the door closing made Meng Qingqing tremble and she felt even more aggrieved. Her tears flowed like kite strings, soon wetting large areas of her clothes.

After leaving Meng Qingqing behind, Jiang Zheng began to familiarize himself with the house.

Although it is called a house, it is actually very large inside. The first thing you see is the spacious reception room, which has a square table and a set of tea sets.

There is a stone chamber used for cultivation, which seems to be carved with some kind of formation that can gather spiritual energy, making cultivation more efficient.

He was not in a hurry to practice, but turned around again. There were two bedrooms in the house, one master and one secondary.

Jiang Zheng came to the backyard again. When he opened the door, his eyes lit up.

There were actually many spiritual plants densely planted inside. Only then did he remember that Lingxi Sect had a medicine garden.

But at the same time, many spiritual plants were planted in the courtyards of the elders and inner disciples, and irrigated with the help of rich spiritual energy.

The elders and disciples can use these spiritual plants at will, but they also need to take care of them in their spare time.

These spiritual plants come in many varieties, and they emit colorful spiritual lights. When the breeze blows, the spiritual lights mix together as the plants sway, making the surrounding walls colorful and very beautiful.

But Jiang Zheng couldn't appreciate it. He almost drooled as he strolled among the plants. He stared at the thriving spiritual plants with a fiery gaze.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood there in a daze.

In an open space ahead, there was a small pool of scarlet blood, with three small red grasses swaying slightly inside.

Every leaf is flowing with red light.

"Red Cloud Grass..."

As if he recalled something, Jiang Zheng froze, letting the breeze blow his hair and the illusory colorful lights around him hit his face.

After a long while, he gave a bitter smile, raised his feet and stepped in the air, walked towards the red grass with his feet hanging over the pool of blood, and squatted down when he got close.

He stretched out a finger and gently stroked a leaf, feeling the coldness of his fingertips with a complicated expression.

"It seems... you are not that precious."

His grandfather lost his life for this small piece of red cloud grass, and he almost lost his life too.

And now, he had three plants in front of him, ready for him to use.

How ironic!

The spiritual herbs in this garden are so numerous that ordinary disciples can hardly even imagine them in their dreams.

This is the difference in status. As an elder, Jiang Zheng easily obtained this inexhaustible spiritual plant, while those ordinary disciples who want to obtain one have to save up contribution points for an unknown amount of time, or go out to gain experience and search, risking their lives.

Not to mention the menial disciples, who probably wouldn't even dare to think about it, as his grandfather only got a seed back then.

After sighing, Jiang Zheng came to the training room, emitted a flash of light from his hand, and the stone door slowly opened.

What comes to your face is a rich spiritual energy, like white mist, as if you are in a fairyland.

Although he had gained so much knowledge, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. He had never seen such a rich spiritual energy.

Jiang Zheng walked in. The space inside was not big, about ten feet long and wide, and no more than five feet high. There was a cushion in the middle.

Jiang Zheng sat cross-legged on it, calmed down and began to refine the spiritual energy.

Ever since he broke through the foundation-building stage, his cultivation progress has been very slow. He can no longer feel any progress by just refining the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain.

About an hour later, he opened his eyes and sighed.

Sure enough, although the speed of cultivation has increased a lot in an environment with such rich spiritual energy, the progress of cultivation is still slow. At this rate, it is estimated that it will be impossible to break through to the middle stage of foundation building within three to five months.

Such a speed would make other elders and disciples laugh even in their dreams, but he could not be satisfied with it at all. He had too many things to do and needed to improve his cultivation urgently.

Compared to Lin Muxi who crossed three realms in a row while chatting and laughing, Jiang Zheng realized more clearly the huge gap in talent between the two.

With no other options, he had to take out the spirit stones and refine the spiritual energy in the spirit stones and training room at the same time.

The spiritual energy in the spirit stone is very different from the spiritual energy in the outside world. No matter how rich the spiritual energy in the outside world is, it cannot be compared with the spirit stone. The spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone is extremely pure.

There is almost no need to refine it, just focus on absorption.

If he had enough spirit stones, he was confident that he could break through to the middle stage of foundation building within half a month.

While practicing, he waited for the night to fall. Compared to broad daylight, Jiang Zheng preferred to act in the dark.

After all, what he was going to do next was not something glamorous.

Outside the house.

Meng Qingqing was still standing in front of the door. The tears on her face had dried, but she still stood there stubbornly.

She was looking forward to Jiang Zheng opening the door the next moment and then saying to her, "Okay, this elder agrees to accept you as his disciple."

In that case, she would be so happy that she would generously give all her favorite desserts to the chef.

Just like that, the sky gradually darkened and the setting sun hung on the horizon.

Meng Qingqing still had a stubborn look on her face. She just stood there and struggled against the wooden door. Her legs were so sore that she could hardly support herself. She circulated her spiritual energy and soon relieved the pain.

He became full of energy again, took out a bowl of dessert, took a big bite and still was not satisfied, so he opened his mouth and drank it in big gulps. After drinking, he wiped his mouth vigorously with his sleeve.

Looking at the wooden door that seemed like it would never open, she felt more and more aggrieved, and her aggrieved feeling turned into stubbornness.

Night...has fallen.

Squeak——!

The wooden door in front of her was suddenly opened. Meng Qingqing's eyes lit up, and a figure in a purple robe walked out. His face was cold, like an unmeltable glacier, keeping people away.

"Are you still not leaving?"

Jiang Zheng frowned, and with his loose purple robe, he looked very majestic.

In fact, I was already somewhat touched in my heart. I never expected that this silly girl in front of me would be so stubborn and stood there for almost a whole day.

With such perseverance, if she put it into cultivation, with her aptitude of middle-grade spiritual roots, she would have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining long ago.

How come you are only at the sixth level of Qi Refining now?

"Qing'er won't leave. When will the master recognize Qing'er? When will Qing'er leave? Otherwise... Otherwise..."

Meng Qingqing stammered, her face flushed, and she said, "Otherwise Qing'er will stand here for the rest of her life, dying of exhaustion or starvation!"

"..." Jiang Zheng stared at her coldly. Seeing that her eyes were red again, and that he seemed to have frightened her, he said calmly:

"It's up to you. Exhausting yourself to death has nothing to do with this elder."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and flew into the sky, leaving her alone there.

Meng Qingqing looked up at Jiang Zheng's rapidly departing back. After confirming that he would not come back, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Thinking of my grandfather’s words, I cried more and more sadly.