After picking up a system

Ling Han's intermittent patience was almost over at this moment: "You two may have limited experience. You forgot that you can't tell that my cultivation level can only be that of a mortal or that it is concealed by magic weapons. Moreover, I am at least one major realm higher than you." Ling Han selectively exuded the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, although she had already secretly reached the late stage of the Refining Void stage.

The two men were sweating profusely, but Ling Han didn't make them kneel on the ground. They just couldn't raise their heads.

"No, that's impossible. You are obviously only 28 years old."

Ling Han: "Why not? A Nascent Soul built by piling up resources is still a Nascent Soul."

Chi Yi complained: "It's obviously acquired through training for who knows how much time, this is not fair."

Ling Han: "Spiritual root talent, resource ownership, family background, which one of these is fair?"

Chi Yi: "Well, my host is the most powerful. He earned all the resources by going into secret realms and earning spirit stones."

Ling Han: “Humph, of course.”

……

After Ling Han left, the pressure exerted on the two people was withdrawn, and the two people who remained there were frightened and then filled with resentment.

There are many people in the world who would do better than him if I had the same conditions as him.

The news that Ling Han had reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of sixteen spread in a small range, but few people believed it.

Some people even speculated that someone had taken over Ling Han's body, which was why he had such high cultivation levels.

Ling Han, who was at the center of the incident, was making a little skirt for his Nascent Soul.

The adorable little guy is a warmonger who would rather stand than sit, and would rather sit than lie down.

Normally it is in power saving mode, but when there is a fight it is in crazy mode.

Ling Han looked at her and suddenly felt pity for her.

Wake people up every day, dress them up carefully, and then go to practice.

If it were true that the Nascent Soul could not be exposed at will, Ling Han really wanted to put the Nascent Soul in his pocket every day for others to envy.

She has already prepared seven or eight kinds of pills. She is going to find Chi Qingshan and have him try the pills, and then make changes based on the specific situation.

Chi Qingshan no longer practiced with his fellow disciples. There was an ancient forbidden area in the back mountain of Mo Yin Sect, and Chi Qingshan was inside it. His master said that the forbidden area was not afraid of being blown up, but it would be bad if the spiritual herbs and trees of the sect were damaged.

He refined puppets in there every day, and was struck by the lightning in the restriction from time to time, which refined his spiritual power a lot.

Hearing that Ling Han was coming to see him, he somehow felt anticipation in his heart.

The two were together for only a few months, and then they were separated for five years. Although they kept in touch through spiritual messages during that period, they never met again.

He said they would meet next time, and then the situation happened where Ling Han came to find him.

He didn't know how long it would take Ling Han to arrive, whether the sect would allow Ling Han to come in, or whether they would be able to recognize each other when they met.

He held the jade token used for communication in his hand, but was unable to reply to Ling Han for a long time. He unconsciously picked up the materials for refining the puppet before he remembered that he had not replied to Ling Han yet.

Then I saw the message from Ling Han: "I'm leaving."

This sentence seemed to have a sound, a vague feeling that was engraved into one's heart. Chi Qingshan's ears kept echoing with this sentence, and he only responded with "OK".

After sitting there for a long time, Chi Qingshan suddenly stood up, then stood still. He glanced at the messy area around him, and began to clean up.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and so was his heartbeat, as if Ling Han would appear in front of him in the next second, it was extremely urgent.

After cleaning up, Chi Qingshan began to sweep the floor himself, but he had a feeling that his spiritual roots were going out of control again.

The master took away the previous filling items, and the Thunder Spirit Root was not as violent as before. However, Chi Qingshan still destroyed the surrounding things uncontrollably in the riot of the spirit root. He raised his eyes again, completely disgusted with himself.

In the past, his dementia had caused trouble for his adoptive parents, and now his spiritual roots were defective, causing trouble for his master and the sect. Even Ling Han, who had been very kind to him, had been dragged down by him several times.

Chi Qingshan always realizes things late, and his emotions seem calm, but when they come back they are violent.

He tried hard to calm himself down. It would be even more despicable if he became possessed again.

He looked inward at his spiritual roots once again. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he heard the black energy burning from his spiritual roots. Chi Qingshan was silent for a moment and then smiled.

His spiritual roots are all working well to be useful, so how can he not work hard to be a righteous cultivator?

His mind calmed down and he sat cross-legged in meditation.

On this day, Chi Qingshan, who was cleaning the house, was summoned by his master. He put down the broom and went to his master's main hall. There was already a person standing there. Chi Qingshan looked at the back and had some guesses.

It wasn't until Ling Han turned around that he became more certain.

The girl in white and pink turned around, just like a crabapple tree that had been hit by rain and then blown by the wind after the sky cleared up, the petals of the flower scattered and all came towards him.

Ling Han smiled: "Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Chi."

Chi Qingshan stuttered: "Ling, Fellow Daoist Ling Han, long time no see." After saying this, his face turned slightly red.

His master looked at him with some doubt.

He really didn't know that his apprentice had such a good friend.

Chi Qingshan took two quick steps forward and greeted his master.

He was just passing by the mountain gate and brought the person in. Since the two knew each other, Ling Han would follow Chi Qingshan.

The two people left the main hall, and Chi Qingshan's master fell into deep thought. The woman had already reached the Nascent Soul stage at a young age. When asked about the purpose of her trip, she said it was to repair Chi Qingshan's spiritual roots.

Never mind. There is always someone better than you. It will definitely benefit our disciples in every way. Let's just wait and see.

She went to find her senior brother who was the head of the sect, and the matter of Ling Han joining the sect was made public.

……

Ling Han looked around, but Chi Qingshan couldn't say a word for some reason.

The two of them arrived at Chi Qingshan's residence in silence.

Ling Han followed Chi Qingshan into the restricted area, and looked at the lightning that occasionally fell from the sky, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Chi Qingshan: "Master is afraid that I might hurt others, so he allowed me to live here."

Ling Han nodded, and her little Nascent Soul woke up, wanting to come out and see this person who had always been in contact with her master but had never seen her before.

Ling Han let her out.

Chi Qingshan was looking at Ling Han when suddenly a smaller version of Ling Han appeared in front of him. He was startled and took a half step back. Nascent Soul Xiaohan came closer. She originally wanted to fight with him, but this guy was too weak. She looked Chi Qingshan up and down but didn't see anything special. She wondered why her master had been in contact with this guy.

He floated back to Ling Han, feeling bored.

Chi Qingshan looked at Ling Han in shock: "Fellow Daoist, have you already reached the Nascent Soul stage?"

Ling Han nodded: "Well, I'm awesome, right?"

Chi Qingshan exclaimed: "Daoyou is truly a genius."

Ling Han waved his hand: "Come here, try the medicine."

Chi Qingshan took a bottle from Ling Han.

Ling Han: "You only need to take one pill a day. It will take a month to finish a bottle. It will take too much time outside. I will take you to another place."

Before Chi Qingshan could react, Ling Han had already brought him to the time controller. He was dazed, confused, and after a while, he felt that he was really offended. Ling Han was really kind-hearted to share his opportunity with him.

Ling Han asked him to take the medicine and meditate, and Chi Qingshan did as he was told. Ling Han observed for two days and then practiced on his own. Xiaohan was sent out to supervise, and she could also help if there was anything wrong.

Xiaohan was unhappy because her master confiscated her sword and only gave her a small stove. She was full of resentment and used the small stove as a gyroscope.

After taking thirty pills, Chi Qingshan waited for Ling Han to examine him. Before Ling Han finished, he looked inward at his spiritual roots and found that they seemed to be more active. He didn't know whether this was a good sign or a bad one.

Ling Han opened his eyes and gave Chi Qingshan two more bottles of pills: "These two bottles can be taken at the same time. To save time, take them together. There are signs that your spiritual roots can be repaired. If you have taken all the pills but still haven't recovered, I have other ways. Don't worry."

Chi Qingshan nodded, and felt that Ling Han was the true fairy: "Thank you, fellow Daoist Ling Han. I am grateful to you. I am afraid that I will never be able to repay your kindness in this lifetime."

Ling Han didn't take it seriously. The two of them had no reason to feel guilty. She smiled and said, "Then pledge yourself to me."

Chi Qingshan was stunned, red spread from his neck, ears, to his face, and his fingers that were tightly holding the medicine bottle were also bright red.

Ling Han felt that the other party was almost cooked: "Why, you don't want to?"