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

As soon as He Ronger walked into the library, she was stunned by the filled bookshelves inside.

"Oh my god, this library is so big!"

At this time, He Xingwen, who was walking behind her, took the initiative to explain: "Sister, you don't know that the library of the Qixuan Sect is the best in the spiritual world. Don't be fooled by the fact that this library looks only a hundred square meters from the outside. In fact, each floor of this attic uses the secret technique of space, and each floor is at least a thousand square meters."

He Ronger's eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is actually a magic weapon that can expand space! It's amazing!"

He Xingwen looked at He Ronger's surprised expression and smiled.

At this time, Zou Mubai had already walked around the first floor quickly. He walked up to He Ronger and said with a smile, "Ronger, this floor is all about the basic methods and formulas of cultivation. It can just help you. Just take a look around here first."

"Okay, Uncle Zou."

He Xingwen was a little confused after hearing this. He looked at He Rong'er and asked, "Rong'er, you don't have any spiritual roots, so there's no point in reading these books. Isn't it just a waste of time? I think you should go up to the second floor with me. There are some books on pharmacology and medical theory there. Even if you can't become an alchemist, they can still be of some help to you."

He thought that since He Ronger could help his uncle with just a hint, he must have a talent for studying medicine and making pharmacy.

Zou Mubai looked at He Xingwen coldly and said unhappily, "How can you tell that she has no spiritual roots?"

He Xingwen was stunned.

At this time, the other disciples who came in behind them also looked over here when they heard this, and their eyes all fell on He Ronger.

A disciple who was closer to them shouted in surprise: "She... I can feel the fluctuation of spiritual energy from her! She really has spiritual roots!"

"What? That's impossible. I heard from Yaofeng's disciples that He Rong'er was born without spiritual roots."

"I've heard that too. It was because she had no spiritual roots that she was determined by Master Wu Tian to be a 'disaster star'."

"Now that she has spiritual roots, does that mean that Venerable Wu Tian made a wrong judgment back then?"

"No way. Venerable Wu Tian is the number one fortune teller in the spirit world, and his predictions have not been wrong so far. Even if she has spiritual roots, it cannot change her nature as a 'disaster star'."

Hearing these words, Zou Mubai's face became more and more ugly, and his fists clenched.

"Shut up!" He Xingwen was the first to shout.

He really didn't like He Rong'er in the past, but ever since he knew that she was wrongly accused, he would discover a different He Rong'er every time he investigated the truth.

This sister was not as bad as he had previously thought. Not only that, she was smart, studious, kind to others, and careful in her work.

How could such a wonderful person be a disaster?

On the contrary, after knowing the truth, he felt that He Lian'er, who was calculating and had a dirty mind, was more like a disaster star.

Something must have gone wrong, which led to Venerable Wu Tian's wrong judgment.

He Ronger must not be the disaster star they say she is.

"If He Rong'er is a disaster star, then what are you? You have been in Qixuan Sect for so many years, and I haven't seen you make any contribution to Qixuan Sect. However, as soon as my sister came to the main peak, she helped Master Uncle to improve the success rate of refining medicine. If this is also a disaster star, I hope I am one too."

As soon as He Xingwen said this, the scene suddenly became quiet.

He Ronger looked at He Xingwen with a scrutinizing look at this moment.

Was this person possessed by someone today? Why is he always protecting her?

Humph, even if he showed kindness to her now, she would not forgive him.

He Rong'er didn't say anything, and didn't even take everyone's words to heart. She pulled Zou Mubai forward and said, "Uncle Zou, these people here will affect my reading. Let's go over there and take a look. I want to find some techniques for spiritual root cultivation."

Zou Mubai's clenched fist was touched by the little girl. He immediately put away his anger and held He Ronger's hand: "Okay, let's go over there so that we don't have to look at them and get in the way."

He Xingwen watched the two people, one big and one small, walking away. Just as he was about to catch up with them, he felt a barrier in front of him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Then Zou Mubai, who was walking in front, turned back and glared at him as a warning, then smiled and led He Ronger behind a bookshelf.

He Xingwen was very upset.

After all, he was not strong enough to protect the people he wanted to protect.

Thinking of this, He Xingwen stopped following He Ronger and went upstairs.

He must study alchemy well and become a great alchemist in the future, so as to protect He Ronger in another way.

He Ronger walked downstairs among the rows of bookshelves, searching for the books she needed with her eyes.

But those books were all about the cultivation methods of ordinary spiritual roots, which were of little use to her.

Zou Mubai didn't rush her, but followed her silently and accompanied her.

It was not until the two of them walked past more than a dozen bookshelves and flipped through nearly a hundred books that disappointment appeared on He Ronger's little face.

"Uncle Zou, there doesn't seem to be anything here that I can use."

"It's okay, don't worry, just take your time to look for it. It doesn't matter if there's really nothing there, Uncle Zou will help you find a solution."

He remembered that Rong'er had collected a lot of ancient books and placed them in her space, but it had been a long time since Rong'er had been reincarnated, and he didn't know where her space had gone. But he would definitely find a way to help her find it back.

He Ronger thought that Zou Mubai was comforting her, so she nodded perfunctorily and turned around to walk back.

Suddenly, a yellowed book on the top of the bookshelf next to him fell from a high place and hit He Ronger's little head.

"Hiss, it hurts!" He Ronger covered her forehead.

The corner of the book hit her forehead, leaving a small cut. Bright red blood flowed down her hair, looking shocking.

"Rong'er, are you okay?" Zou Mubai squatted down nervously and checked her wound.

"I'm fine, my forehead just hurts a little." He Ronger said, covering his forehead.

Neither of them noticed that the blood drops on the yellowed book on the ground were absorbed by it.

He Ronger calmed down, looked at the book on the ground, frowned and said, "Uncle Zou, why doesn't this book have a cover? What kind of book is this?"

Zou Mubai said unhappily, "It's just a broken book, forget about it, just take this pill."

He took out a high-level hemostatic pill from his storage bag and handed it over.

He Ronger had already seen how wealthy Uncle Zou was, and recognized the extraordinary nature of this elixir at a glance. She waved her hand and said, "No, I just had a little skin broken. Why do I need such an expensive elixir? I can just apply some medicine myself when I get back."

"No matter how valuable the pill is, it is not as important as you. Eat it quickly."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, He Rong'er rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "No, Uncle Zou, if you really want to give it to me, you might as well let me exchange it for some spirit stones."