I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

That night, He Ronger tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She simply sat up and followed the method taught by Uncle Zou to meditate and look inward at her own spiritual roots.

The moment her spiritual consciousness penetrated into her dantian, her three views were refreshed.

I saw a crystal ball floating quietly in my Dantian. It was translucent and there seemed to be wisps of colorful mist lingering inside.

"So this is the cultivator's Dantian!"

She stared at the four or five small pointed buds sticking out of her dantian, her eyes full of surprise.

"Is this the spiritual root they are talking about?"

But isn’t it said that cultivators only have one or two or three kinds of spiritual roots? She actually has five. What’s going on?

He Ronger looked inside his Dantian again with doubt in his mind, but finally gave up when he couldn't see anything and withdrew his consciousness.

The next morning, He Ronger sat up from the bed and felt clear-headed and energetic, not at all like someone who had not slept all night.

"So this is what it feels like to have spiritual roots."

The corners of He Ronger's mouth rose slightly, and her eyes sparkled like stars.

After breakfast, she went to the backyard again. Just as she was about to pick up the axe to chop wood, she saw Zou Mubai walking towards her.

"Uncle Zou, what do you want me to do?" He Ronger held the axe awkwardly and looked at Zou Mubai with caution in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this anymore. Come down the mountain with me today and buy some things."

He Ronger nodded and followed Zou Mubai's footsteps and walked out.

Because He Rong'er didn't know how to practice yet, Zou Mubai was afraid that she couldn't keep up, so he deliberately slowed down his pace. When the two of them got down the mountain and arrived at the nearest town, it was almost noon.

As soon as she entered the market, the aroma of various foods kept tempting He Ronger's stomach, causing her to swallow her saliva continuously, but she did not dare to let Uncle Zou see it.

Zou Mubai was walking in front, and although he did not see He Ronger swallowing his saliva, he had sharp senses and was always paying attention to He Ronger's every move, so he naturally heard the sound of swallowing saliva, as well as the rumbling of the person's stomach behind him.

Zou Mubai pointed to a restaurant on the roadside and said, "I heard that the food here is excellent. Come with me in and try it."

He Ronger was stunned.

I didn't expect that Master Zou also had a craving for food. I was secretly happy that I wouldn't have to go hungry now.

The two of them went straight to the private room on the second floor. Zou Mubai threw out a small bag of spirit stones and asked the waiter to serve a plate of each of the restaurant's signature dishes.

He Ronger didn't dare to say a word when ordering food, until she saw the table full of sumptuous food in front of her, she was so shocked that her mouth couldn't close.

"Uncle Zou, did you order too much?"

"It's okay, you can take it away if you can't finish it." Zou Mubai said calmly.

After hearing this, He Ronger felt less distressed.

Zou Mubai knew that He Ronger was reserved and kept her head down while eating.

He had been fasting for a long time. He pretended to take a few bites of food and quickly put down his chopsticks: "These are made of spiritual beast meat and spiritual vegetables. Eating more will be good for you. You can eat slowly first. I'll go to pay the bill. I'll leave this storage bag for you. If you can't finish it, pack it up and take it home."

After saying that, he was about to leave the room, but suddenly remembered something and turned back and said, "I still have things to do. After you finish eating, just walk around the street. I'll come back to the restaurant to find you when I'm done."

Before leaving, he left a bag of spirit stones for He Ronger.

Without Uncle Zou around, He Ronger finally felt more at ease and ate the food that she had not dared to take before with big mouthfuls.

After eating and drinking, she put the few untouched dishes on the table into the storage bag.

In the past, when she had no spiritual power, she could only watch Yao Feng’s disciples use the storage bags with envy in her eyes.

I never thought that one day I would be able to use this thing, and I feel so happy.

After leaving the restaurant, He Ronger looked around, and finally her eyes fell on a shop sign diagonally opposite.

"Talisman Supplies Store"!

After witnessing the power of the talisman paper used by the talisman master at the last Yuerong Festival, He Ronger became full of curiosity and interest in drawing talismans.

Now that she has spiritual power, she naturally wants to give it a try.

Without stopping, he walked straight towards the talisman supplies store.

As soon as you enter the store, the entrance of the store is covered with various talisman papers, in yellow, white, and red. Some have patterns drawn on them with red cinnabar pen, and some are empty.

He Ronger looked at the talisman at the door for a long time with curiosity in her eyes.

She was just about to ask the boss why the talisman papers came in so many colors when she saw three or five disciples in blue clothes walking in from outside the store.

When He Ronger saw the person coming, he shut his mouth tactfully and stood in the corner to watch secretly.

She didn't know these people, but she recognized the clothes they were wearing. These people were all disciples of Lingyun Sect.

Because my second brother He Tianhong has the same set.

The disciples were all arrogant and looked down upon others. As soon as they entered the door, they shouted to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, bring a stack of the best quality talisman paper and a dozen talisman pens."

When the shopkeeper heard the voice, he looked up and saw the disciples' uniforms on those people. He quickly smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be right there. Please wait a moment."

He didn't dare to offend these disciples of Lingyun Sect. After all, they were the main customers of his store.

While the shopkeeper was looking for something in the back hall, several disciples of Lingyun Sect started wandering around the store.

At this time, a female disciple saw He Ronger standing in the corner.

She immediately recognized the attire of a disciple of the Qixuan Sect and Yaofeng, and said with contempt in her eyes: "Are you from the Qixuan Sect? Or Yaofeng? What are you doing here?"

As soon as the woman spoke, everyone turned around and looked at He Ronger.

He Ronger was instinctively a little afraid of these monks. He shrank back, lowered his head and refused to speak.

Seeing her like this, the woman looked unhappy and said in an unhappy voice: "Are you dumb? Why don't you speak?"

He Ronger frowned slightly when she heard this, raised her head and looked at the woman and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I am a disciple of the Qixuan Sect. What's wrong? What do you have to teach me?"

The woman didn't expect that the little girl would dare to speak to her in such a tone. She immediately walked up quickly and raised her hand to slap He Ronger in the face.

"Is this how disciples of your Lingyun Sect bully others by taking advantage of their power?"

He Ronger didn't expect these people to be so domineering. She looked at the slap that was about to fall, and hatred appeared in her eyes.

She knew she couldn't avoid the slap, so she had to accept her fate and close her eyes.

But the expected pain did not come. When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him. He grabbed the woman's wrist with one hand.

He Ronger was stunned for a moment, but quickly put away her surprise, turned around and walked out of the store.

"Rong'er!" The person behind her turned around and called her.