Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Ji Huan came to his senses and asked for the name of his benefactor.

Yun Ci pointed at the clouds above her head that were being blown by the wind: "My name is Yun Ci." Her pupils were filled with morning light, "It means clouds."

The smile on his face was very bright when he said his name.

The white sleeves fluttered in the wind, like the most unrestrained clouds beside the magnificent morning sun.

Later, when Ji Huan looked up at the sky countless times, she thought that the most beautiful and dazzling stars in the world had also leaked a ray of light from the dark sky, lighting up her life.

In those eyes that contained all living things in the world, a little fox also found his own trace.

It was indeed a cloud, moving forward freely, and the kindness it brought along the way was enough to give a seed new life in the desert.

She didn't cry when she was separated from her elder sister, nor did she cry when she was tortured by the black snake. But tears silently flowed down her face when she heard Yun Ci's name.

The lifeless light gray fox eyes were finally favored by the sunlight, like a clear lake.

"Sister Yun," Ji Huan raised her hand to wipe her face, the snake scales were so sharp that they almost cut her palm, "I will be alive and wait for you to ask my name."

The light from the sky dispersed the clouds above the desert, and the ultramarine sky became extremely bright.

Occasionally, there are birds flying happily among them.

After Yun Ci was disguised, he followed the tracking technique and waited outside the misty swamp to "accidentally meet" He Yan.

When the boy woke up and learned that his junior sister was also missing, he thought about looking for her.

The demon clan came to Yuehui Territory to stop the war and escape from their enemies, so they had no intention of doing anything to the little disciple who accidentally broke in.

But not too friendly either.

As human cultivators, they are not good friends of the demon clan. They had nothing better to do than to tell this kid that he was not allowed to enter the foggy swamp.

Of course, He Yan was not a reckless boy who had grown old. He sensed something was wrong from the fearless attitude of the demon clan, so he just cautiously walked around the periphery a few times.

The timing of knocking the disciple unconscious was just right. I didn't see what happened afterwards. I only knew that the weak and helpful little sister seemed to have been stabbed.

I don’t know if that little senior sister was left in the same place as him.

Yun Ci was sitting on the ground, spreading out a map to see where He Yan had gone to. Then he remembered that his shoulder was injured, so he hit himself without blinking.

He was really cruel. Looking at the bloodstains on his clothes, he still had the mood to miss the little wooden sword he had broken.

No wonder he later wanted to put his former sword aside for display, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

When He Yan saw the junior sister, she was sitting on the ground with her head down, not moving.

"You..." Half of the sleeve was stained dark purple with blood. He Yan felt his throat was a little dry and couldn't say anything.

What do you want to say?

Was he scolding this junior sister who had just established her foundation and dared to challenge a Gu cultivator she had never heard of, or was he scolding a Jindan-level cultivator for not being able to protect her teammates?

Everyone wants to curse.

The one who should be blamed the most is himself. Is the Golden Core Realm very strong? How dare he be so arrogant as to take the Sword Master's first disciple out for a stroll.

He Yan silently increased his speed in flying the sword. After landing, he hesitated for a while and did not dare to check for breath.

But the person who was thought to have fallen suddenly raised his head and asked: "You are here too?"

"You're not dead?" He Yan was startled suddenly, his unstretched hand trembling slightly beside him, "Then why do you look..." dead.

The second half of the sentence was stopped abruptly.

Yun Ci raised his eyebrows. No wonder he noticed that the speed of this boy's flying sword had changed. "Do you think I will die from this minor injury?"

"Why don't you heal your wounds if you're not dead? Are you afraid that you'll have nowhere to bleed? Or do you not even have a single pill as the first disciple of the Sword Master?"

My body suddenly relaxed and I realized my chest was beating rapidly.

With shaking hands, he took out the life-saving pill given by the sect from the mustard seed bag and said, "Eat it."

"This is the medicine that the sect sent to keep me alive. You just gave it to me like this?"

"Is the treatment at Songming Peak so bad? You can't even bear to take the healing pills. So annoying."

Yun Ci: “.” This guy really can’t stand any loss with his mouth.

A sharp tongue doesn't stop He Yan from being worldly-wise.

It is out of kindness for direct disciples to follow out on missions, but it is dereliction of duty if they fail to protect outer disciples.

If he really died, not only He Yan, but also the elders in charge of teaching the outer sect would be punished.

"At least you should know your identity." He Yan stared at the medicine being swallowed, "You are the Sword Master's personal disciple. Are you trying to save me or harm me by dying in front of me?"

"Master never taught me to hide behind others when something happens." The spiritual power of the great tonic was diluted bit by bit, and Yun Ci said lazily, "Wolf beasts are much more terrifying than insects."

He Yan was so angry that he laughed: "I think you can't tell how to write the word 'mang'."

After finishing what they were supposed to do, neither of them had anything to say.

The robes were stained with blood. Yun Ci lowered his head and adjusted his sleeves: "You keep calling me the Sword Master's disciple, but I don't realize how polite you are to me?"

He Yan held the sword without saying anything, but his eyes were on the junior sister, watching her clean up the bloodstains bit by bit with the magic formula.

As for building the foundation, the spiritual power in the Dantian can't hold much, and the Dust Removal Technique is as small as a flying mosquito, and it can only clean an area the size of a palm after gnawing it over and over again.

After the little sister had rested and continued to practice the art, He Yan whispered, "Sword cultivators only respect the strong."

In other words, it doesn’t matter who the disciple is; what matters is the master.

As for who Yun Ci is, He Yan doesn't care.

"To be honest, I'm jealous of you." The hand holding the scabbard slowly released the force, "It's been so long since I entered the sect and you've only just reached the foundation building stage. You don't deserve the identity of a direct disciple."

“To reach the realm after Nascent Soul will be more difficult than to establish a foundation. Sword Master can suppress the cultivation for hundreds or thousands of years, but can you really reach that level?

"How many more years will it take for you to fully learn the Sword Master's skills?"

Yun Ci raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

Yun Ci had heard this many times before, but the tone of this young disciple was a little different.

It seemed as if he was feeling very disappointed with someone, thinking that the title of Sword Master's personal successor had fallen into the hands of a little girl with less than ordinary talents.

"I entered the sect earlier than you, and built my foundation faster than you." Suddenly, a mocking smile appeared on his face, "I reached the Golden Core level within ten years, but I can only stay at the Golden Core level... How can such a waste have the qualifications to criticize you?"

"You..." Yun Ci was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why there was no trace of this person three years later.

Disciples who can only achieve the Golden Elixir in their lifetime cannot enter the inner gate.

The methods of improvement are mostly sinister forbidden techniques or escaping death.

No wonder the life-saving pills were sent to you as soon as they were offered.

"Laugh if you want to." He Yan restrained his smile and sat on the ground. "I cried when I found out about this, but later I realized there was really nothing I could do."

Yun Ci tapped his arm. "As far as I know, there are two reasons why one cannot make progress." She asked, "One is the state of mind, and the other is spiritual roots. Which one is yours?"

"The monster dug a hole in my stomach." He Yan touched his stomach. "Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps to climb the cloud ladder. Two years ago, I never thought it would be so difficult to climb."

For some reason the atmosphere suddenly became a little cold.

A young man who is confused about his future will feel frustrated every time he asks himself, and his emotions continue to accumulate. Once he falls down the ladder, it will be difficult for him to get up again.

"Are you planning to go down the mountain?" Although he knew the answer in his mind, Yun Ci still asked, "You think I am not worthy of being your personal disciple, so you don't plan to fight for it?"

He Yan shook his head: "I have already learned the sword techniques taught by the outer sect. Instead of fighting for my own future, I might as well take the opportunity to save those who are harassed by the monsters."

"As a casual cultivator in the Jindan realm, I can still be a hero for more than a hundred years. It's not a pity." The anger that was weighing on his heart was released, and He Yan felt much more relaxed.

Yun Ci smiled brightly and said, "Interesting."

As for your mood, just go out and exercise.

"Song Zhi and the others have called me Little Senior Sister," Yun Ci saw a light of Dharma flying towards them with a tail, "Why didn't you call me that?"

He Yan obviously didn't expect this person to take advantage of him: "Do I look convinced?"

"But I am the only one who was taught by the Sword Master."

He Yan: “.”

The person in charge of the sect who came to pick up Sword Master's first disciple was Elder Qi.

A teleportation array appeared as soon as he landed: "Is the sword broken?"

The one who asked this was Yun Ci, and she nodded obediently.

The Xuan Sword to be used three years later has to be exchanged from the sect.

"That's fine. You've already established your foundation, so you can add it to the quota when you go back." Elder Qi stroked his beard, "But don't let the sword break after you get it."

Yun Ci remained calm and nodded in agreement.

The wooden sword was carved by himself. Although the broken sword was a bit embarrassing for a sword cultivator, it was nothing compared to getting the Huishuo Mushroom.

There is always something to gain and something to lose.

Anyway, the revenge was taken on the spot, so Yun Ci took it easy.

Elder Qi turned his gaze to He Yan standing next to him. After a moment of doubt, he showed a look of realization on his face: "The sect often has quotas for disciples to go out for training. If you are willing, you can go."

Elders Cao and Qi are responsible for sorting out the affairs of each peak and delivering them to the sect leader.

Of course, the news that He Yan was unable to advance and submit was also reported.

I remember that Elder Cao felt a little regretful at the time, and guessed that this kid's ability in swordsmanship could rank among the top nominal disciples of Songming Peak.

What did Elder Qi, who was also looking at the disciples' information at that time, say?

Elder Qi remembered what he said at that time: heart disease is difficult to cure, and even the Golden Core Realm cannot produce a heart demon.

After entering the inner gate, watching the cultivation level of the peers increase day by day, it would be a waste of such talent.

But now...

Look less depressed.

The meanings of experience and going out of the mountains are quite different.

As long as what you do after leaving the mountain does not bring shame to the sect, no one will care. Correspondingly, the sect will no longer supply resources.

He Yan had never met the inner sect elder, but he knew what he meant. With tears in his eyes, he bowed, "Thank you, Elder."

"Yes." Elder Qi nodded, and used the hand gesture again to retrieve the two disciples.

Of course, the task you accepted will be invalidated.

Seeing He Yan's speed of climbing the stairs increased significantly, Elder Cao stood in front of the palace door and said in amazement: "Such a big change after just one trip?"

"The sky is high and the sea is vast, where is not an opportunity?"

"Can't understand."

"...How is the thing you were asked to check?" Elder Qi withdrew his gaze from the two people on the stairs. "Such a big mistake has occurred in the sect's mission. What does Shu Fu say?"

Elder Cao touched his belly and said, "You Fu Xiuzhen are all the same."

"Shu Fu pinched his fingers mysteriously for a long time, and finally he was locked in the hall chatting with Ruan Wei on the other end of the jade slip, and he hasn't come out yet.

"By the way, did you go to the demon realm and find the person who used the Gu just now?"

Elder Qi said slowly, "That's what I wanted to say. When I went there, no one saw it except two disciples."