The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Seeing that the woman in white became even more excited, Liu Furuo was so scared that he shrank behind Liu Xihe.

Noticing Liu Furuo's fear, Taoist Bai Wei explained to her: "She is always like this."

Liu Furuo: “…” You sound like you’re saying “she often has crazy attacks”.

Taoist Bai Wei turned his gaze to Ji Qingzhou again, "You are crying."

Ji Qingzhou was stunned. He raised his hand and wiped his face. His palm was wet.

She cried? When?

Liu Furuo also said: "When your master brought you out of the secret realm, your face was full of tears. Qing Zhou, did you encounter anything in the secret realm?"

"Me? No."

Ji Qingzhou only remembered that she sent Liu Furuo out of the secret realm and fell down due to exhaustion.

When she was about to fall into the sea, Taoist Bai Wei broke through the space barrier and rescued her.

There didn't seem to be any accidents along the way.

Ji Qingzhou frowned, unable to think of anything unusual for a moment.

"You are still weak, don't force yourself."

Taoist Bai Wei interrupted Ji Qingzhou's thoughts and told her not to worry too much.

Ji Qingzhou put the matter aside for the moment and looked around: "Where is Xie Ziye?"

Before she entered the secret realm, she was with Xie Ziye.

"I'm here."

As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar male voice sounded.

Xie Ziye's figure appeared in the air like a ghost and came close to her.

The man looked pale. He had fought with her before and his body was tormented by the evil spirit. He looked not much better than her.

As soon as Xie Ziye appeared, he said to Ji Qingzhou: "I'm fine."

Because Taoist Bai Wei and the others were present, Xie Ziye had been playing the role of a transparent man in the corner and did not go forward to disturb them.

He didn't show up until Ji Qingzhou called his name.

Xie Ziye knew that Ji Qingzhou mentioned him because he was worried about him, so he immediately reported that he was safe and said, "You have over-consumed your spiritual energy several times, you should have a good rest."

Don't worry about me.

Ji Qingzhou understood the meaning from his eyes. Seeing that Xie Ziye's eyes were clear and he didn't seem to be troubled by evil spirit, she stopped worrying.

"Let's go back to the camp first."

Upon hearing that Ji Qingzhou had over-consumed his spiritual energy several times, Taoist Bai Wei immediately decided to take his men back first.

Ji Qingzhou was brought onto the spirit boat by her and called softly, "Master."

"Ok?"

Taoist Bai Wei looked at her.

Ji Qingzhou said: "Thank you."

She also didn't expect that Taoist Bai Wei, who was busy fighting on the front line, would come specially for her.

Taoist Bai Wei showed an indescribable expression: "I am your master, don't be polite to me."

Ji Qingzhou was depressed: "This is the truth."

Thinking about how Taoist Bai Wei became possessed twice because of her death in the original novel and the secret realm, how could she not understand her master's concern and love for her.

"Because it's the truth, Bai Wei feels embarrassed."

The woman in white also got on the spirit boat summoned by Taoist Bai Wei.

Her emotions came and went quickly. Just now she looked like she was crying her heart out, but now her face was smiling.

"Your master is born to hate to hear the truth, he finds it disgusting."

The woman in white came over and talked to Ji Qingzhou: "When your senior sister was saved by her, I asked her her name and wanted to thank her, but she was too embarrassed to tell me."

Taoist Bai Wei glanced at him coldly when he heard this.

The woman in white just smiled at her: "What? What's wrong with what I said? You never like to talk about your actions. Your disciples know how to repay the kindness, but outsiders may not know how to repay the kindness."

"You don't like to say it, but I have to say it anyway, so that those people will know who did a good deed and protected them."

The woman in white leaned on the spiritual boat, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan from somewhere, and said in a nonchalant manner, "Little Qingzhou, your master has spent a hundred years to get you out of the secret realm, and you are one step further away from the Mahayana stage."

"Master?"

Ji Qingzhou was shocked. She suddenly sat up from Taoist Bai Wei’s arms, her eyes wide open, “You…”

"Don't listen to Xiaoyao's nonsense."

Taoist Bai Wei interrupted the two and explained, "I have a knot in my heart. It will be difficult for me to enter the Mahayana stage before I untie it. Forcing myself to advance will only sow the seeds of inner demons. Whether or not I spend a hundred years of hard work will have no effect on me."

Frustrated?

It was the first time that Ji Qingzhou heard Taoist Bai Wei mention that she was depressed.

It was also the first time that Liu Xihe knew that Taoist Bai Wei was depressed because he had not advanced to the Mahayana stage in all these years.

This answer is unexpected, yet reasonable.

Taoist Bai Wei was the top genius of her generation.

In the past thousand years, the only people who could match her talent were Ji Qingzhou and Xie Ziye.

Four hundred years ago, when Taoist Bai Wei's master passed away, she was already a Nascent Soul.

Now, four hundred years have passed, and Taoist Bai Wei is still in the Nascent Soul stage and has not advanced to the Mahayana stage. This is a strange thing.

If she had a problem and couldn't advance at will, it would be understandable.

Everyone present was very curious, but Taoist Bai Wei had no intention of elaborating and was tactful enough not to ask any more questions.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Liu Xihe changed the subject and asked his daughter, "What did you experience in the secret realm?"

Liu Furuo hesitated for a moment and was unable to tell her about the other life she experienced in the secret realm.

Those things were so cruel and hopeless that even the memories made her feel suffocated.

"It's just a dream."

Liu Furuo thought of something and said suddenly, "I got this before I left the illusion."

Liu Xihe felt that Liu Furuo's reaction was a little strange, but he did not ask any further questions. He just watched Liu Furuo take out two things from the space magic weapon.

A short sword and a scabbard.

Liu Xihe had a calm expression, but when he saw these two items, he stood up in shock, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Where did you get these two things?!"

"Mom, do you recognize her?"

In fact, Liu Furuo had heard from Liu Xihe's shadow in the illusion about the dream she had about the dagger when she was young.

But she couldn't be sure whether what the phantom of Liu Xihe in the illusion said was consistent with reality.

However, when he saw Liu Xihe's reaction, Liu Furuo felt inexplicably flustered——

Could it be that the illusion... created something that even she didn't know about but was real?

Liu Xihe did not answer immediately, but stared at the dagger and scabbard in his daughter's hand in doubt.

After a long while, she finally spoke: "When I first started to draw Qi into my body and embarked on the path to immortality, I kept having the same dream."

"It was pitch black in the dream, and there was a dagger hanging in front of me. It wasn't a spiritual weapon, but just an ordinary, simple dagger made of bronze."

"I have read in a book that the style of the dagger is even older than the ancient times, even more ancient..."

Liu Xihe sat down again and used his fingertips to vaguely trace the outline of the dagger in Liu Furuo's hand. "At that time, all creatures were just beginning to develop intelligence. Compared to today's prosperous scene, the living creatures in the world were still very rare, and they were only scattered across the vast continent, not a big deal."

"At that time, the human race had just established its own civilization for a thousand years, and not many people knew how to practice. They had a treasure mountain but didn't know how to use it. But at that time, the spiritual energy was rich and nourished all things. Even ordinary people were stronger and more powerful than they are now."

Liu Xihe felt that he had strayed off topic, so he returned to the main topic: "The style of the short sword in my dream was probably what was popular in that ancient era."