The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

On the second day after Chao Zhao entered the sect, Ji Wushe carried him to an open space.

She looked around and saw that it was another mountain that had been flattened simply and roughly. Now it could just be used as the square of their sect.

Ji Wushe appeared as if he was carrying a chick. Chao Zhao immediately saw Lou Fuyue, the most eye-catching person on the open space. She happily called out, "Second Senior Brother!"

"Little junior sister."

Lou Fuyue agreed with a smile.

Chao Zhao shifted his gaze to the person next to Lou Fuyue.

He has a strong and powerful figure, a resolute and steady temperament, and a huge sword on his back. I think he is her senior brother who entered the Dao of Sword through the sword, and will be the first brother to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and create a precedent with countless disciples in the future.

The appearance and temperament of this senior brother are indeed incompatible with his elegant name.

——Wen Qingyan.

To be honest, Chao Zhao never understood how he turned into a villain in the end.

Ji Wushe: "This is your senior brother."

"Little junior sister."

Wen Qingyan was obviously a man who was very frugal with words, and he stopped talking after they met.

After Zhaohe and his two senior brothers recognized each other, he looked at Ji Wushe and asked, "Where is the third senior brother?"

"Your third senior brother is a loner, so he won't come. He gave you a gift for becoming your disciple."

"Oh."

Chao Zhao snorted softly.

Ji Wushe: "Let's get started."

Hearing this, Chao Zhao knelt down on the ground and bowed earnestly: "Disciple Chao Zhao, hello to Master."

Ji Wushe's brows were slightly frowned. He nodded slightly, and tapped Chao Zhao's brow with his fingers. A wisp of spiritual consciousness was drawn out by him, and Chao Zhao obediently let him do what he wanted.

Ji Wushe placed that wisp of spiritual consciousness into the life lamp that had been prepared long ago. The spiritual power in his palm was shimmering with icy mist, protecting the life lamp.

As the divine consciousness was placed into the life lamp, the wick in the life lamp began to burn vigorously like an eternal flame.

"From now on, you are my disciple, Ji Wushe. I hope you will abide by your original intention and devote yourself to the Tao. Do not stray into the wrong path and return to the right path when you are lost."

Ji Wushe glanced at her and said, "I have established my own sect, the Xianyu Sect, so you don't have to worship the ancestors anymore."

Chao Zhao: “…Yes.”

There was some worry in her eyes, and it was over.

Her master was not only a drunkard and blind, but now he also had a lisp.

How come he called the Xianyu Sect a salted fish sect?

Ji Wushe continued, "Because of the wine you offered yesterday, you can skip the tea."

There was nothing Chao Zhao could do but agree.

This apprenticeship ceremony is simply too rude and direct.

However, adhering to the caution that a villain should have, Chao Zhao still carefully asked one more question: "Master, does our Xianyu Sect have any sect rules?"

Ji Wushe corrected her: "Salted Fish Sect."

Chao Zhao nodded calmly: "Okay, Xian Yu Zong."

Ji Wushe: “…”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lou Fuyue, holding a purple bamboo fan, couldn't help but laugh.

"Junior sister, we are called Xianyu Sect. As for Xianyu Sect, that's when Master asked Senior Brother to register the sect, and the cultivator misheard and called it Xianyu Sect."

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"........."

Chao Zhao was stunned.

Which decent sect would be called the Salted Fish Sect! Especially a sect that gathers all kinds of villains, you are not salted fish at all!

Ji Wushe nodded, trying to correct Chao Zhao again: "Remember, the Salted Fish Sect."

He doesn't have any of the coolness a villain should have.

Zhao Zhao numb face: "Okay."

She agreed on the surface, but in her heart she was madly thanking the cultivator who had misheard. Who could have thought that the villain's final dignity would be maintained by a passerby in the world of cultivation.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, it is time to give gifts.

What Ji Wushe gave Chao Zhao was a slender, frosty white sword.

The sword was sharp and slender, exuding a cold sword spirit. When Chao Zhao put his hand on it, he could clearly feel frost on his palm.

"This sword is called Jingshuang. Although it is not as sharp as a divine weapon, it has been with me for many years. Now I will use it as your entry-level magic weapon."

"Shock Frost?"

Chao Zhao held it in his hands flattered. The sword was white but sharp, and it was obvious that it had accompanied its owner through countless glorious years.

She solemnly agreed: "I will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

There was no need to worry about whether Ji Wushe knew her background at this point. This was the first time Chao Zhao felt someone's care for her without asking for reasons.

Ji Wushe believed in his disciple unconditionally.

——This kind of trust is not like that of the Jianhua Immortal Sect, which expected Chao Zhao to be a genius just because she had a mother who was a Sword Master. That kind of utilitarian eagerness became even more obvious after it was discovered that Chao Zhao had no spiritual roots.

Ji Wushe: “Yeah.”

After accepting Jingshuang, the eldest senior brother also threw something over, "Yours."

Chao Zhao looked carefully.

——A piece of stone that is so black that you can’t tell what it is.

Generally speaking, stones are the most common things, but this incredibly ugly stone must be extraordinary!

So Chao Zhao looked serious and asked with a serious and humble expression: "Chao Zhao is dull, may I ask, Senior Brother, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

Ji Wushe, Lou Fuyue: "............"

Wen Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Especially when he met Chao Zhao's expectant and admiring gaze, his mind was stuck for a moment, and he answered subconsciously: "This is the piece that I picked out of that pile of scrap copper and iron that I like the most."

Zhao Zhao: “?”

Broken copper, rotten iron? !

Why would a future sword master associate with scrap metal?

Chao Zhao lowered her head and looked at the stone in her hand, which was so black that its original shape could not be seen. After a few seconds, she raised one hand and found that it was stained with black.

"........."

I'm afraid this stone was picked up from the coal pile!

Chao Zhao fell into strange silence.

She had to stay calm. What if the senior brother was going through the lowest point in his life and this was the best thing he could offer? She must not hurt the senior brother’s heart!

So Chao Zhao tried to smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother. I will take good care of it!"

Wen Qingyan: "This is not necessary."

He has plenty of this kind of stuff.

Chao Zhao shook his head: "No, it is necessary!"

Looking at the twisted and perverted smile of the junior sister, who seemed to treat the stone as a treasure, Wen Qingyan couldn't help but look at his master.

Ji Wushe glanced at him coldly.

Although he knew that this pile of stuff was all his eldest disciple had left, he couldn't help but blame Wen Qingyan when he saw his youngest disciple treating those junks as treasures.

It would be fine if Chao Zhao had some mental problems, but it is amazing that he, as the eldest senior brother, is so ignorant.

Wen Qingyan, who was disliked by his master, said: "......"

He scratched his head in confusion, "Then I'll bring more for Junior Sister next time?"

The smile on Chao Zhao's lips froze.

besides? !

She is not a recycling station, big brother!

Lou Fuyue's eyelids jumped violently. In order to avoid the only junior sister in the sect picking up waste with the senior brother, he quickly interrupted and said, "Junior sister, come and see the gift I gave you."

"it is good!"

Chao Zhao couldn't wait to agree.