I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

In the story, the first person Jiang Jin won over was his second senior sister.

Jiang Jin fell in love with his second senior sister at first sight.

Unexpectedly, even though he couldn't get into the main peak, he still inquired about it openly and secretly.

Song Yao was inexplicably a little annoyed.

Although she and Zhu Zhao didn't get along, Zhu Zhao was still a living, breathing person and the number one fire-elemental spiritual cultivator in their Nine Saints Hall.

The thought that such a willful and reckless young man would one day willingly share a husband with another woman annoyed her to no end.

If Jiang Jin were truly sincere, then so be it.

But he was unfaithful to many women.

Jiang Jin watched helplessly as Song Yao's face turned cold.

The first few times we met, this young girl was always aloof.

She remained calm when her Heavenly Spiritual Root was detected, calm when the teaching elders reprimanded her, and calm when she successfully established her foundation. It seemed that nothing could truly stir her emotions.

Only now.

Her cool, aloof brows furrowed slightly, her dark eyes unmoving, like the blue stones covered in snow on a mountainside—calm on the surface, yet exuding a bone-chilling coldness beneath.

But only for a moment, the chill dissipated, and the boy returned to his calm demeanor.

"I'm not familiar with her. My second senior sister happened to be at Hundred Herbs Peak this morning, and Master asked her to give me a ride. I can't help you with that."

After saying that, Song Yao turned and left.

A bleak mountain wind blew by, and Jiang Jin looked in the direction she had disappeared before belatedly coming back to his senses.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck.

For some reason, he clearly felt a sense of panic for a moment just now.

He couldn't explain what that feeling was like.

It was like when I was a child and faced a high-level cultivator for the first time. I was overwhelmed by the other party's aura, my back felt tight, and my scalp tingled.

But she's just a young girl who has just reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

He has a Heavenly-level Wood Spirit Root, but he can't even fly on a sword.

How could I have given him that feeling?

It must be an illusion.

Correct.

illusion.

-

Jiyue Peak is thriving and its main focus is on physical cultivation.

When Song Yao entered the courtyard, a long table was placed in the center, and people were crowded around it.

They were all strong and muscular, looking like they could smash a room with a single punch.

The smallest of them, Ning Zhou, poked his head out and waved excitedly at her: "Lin Mu, over here!"

After saying that, he turned his head, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the main seat, and said in a loud voice, "Master and Master's husband! This is the disciple I was talking about, the Seventh Elder's newly accepted disciple!"

Everyone in the courtyard looked up in unison, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on Song Yao, their brows furrowing in unison.

Too thin.

too small.

His body doesn't even look as thick as their thighs.

Like a chick that has wandered into a predator enclosure.

Song Yao stood there, under so many gazes, and inexplicably felt a little itchy to touch her hands.

Last time they came here, everyone tried to fight her one-on-one, and they were all beaten black and blue by her. She even damaged many houses on Jiyue Peak.

The Fifth Elder was so angry that he ordered his Fifth Master to cook a whole table of carrots to torment her.

Now the tables have turned, and Song Yao feels that anyone here could easily crush her.

At the head of the table, the Fifth Elder was the first to put down his chopsticks and stand up with a stern face.

She wasn't tall, but she was strong enough that her imposing presence made everyone at the table shrink back.

She walked to the rice bucket, which was about half her height, in the corner, picked up a bowl, and filled it to the brim with white rice.

Then he turned back, placed the bowl on the empty seat next to him, and glanced at Song Yao.

"That seventh brother only knows how to refine pills all day long, he definitely won't cook properly for you. From now on, you can come to my place to eat."

Song Yao obediently thanked him, walked over, sat down, and hadn't even had a chance to speak yet.

Fifth Master brought out a whole chicken from somewhere, placed it next to the rice, and smiled kindly at Song Yao: "If you're not full, just tell me, there's more."

"Thank you, Fifth Master. Thank you, Fifth Uncle."

My body is weak, and I didn't think I could eat much.

Who would have thought that Master Wu's craftsmanship was truly unparalleled.

The chicken is fragrant but not dry; with a gentle tear with chopsticks, the juices flow down the meat.

The rice grains are plump and glistening with oil after being soaked in chicken broth; they are soft, sticky, and chewy.

By the end, both the rice and chicken were gone.

The Fifth Elder's expression finally softened a bit, and he said calmly, "From now on, just tell your Fifth Master what you like to eat."

Seeing that she had eaten everything, the Fifth Master felt a surge of satisfaction and nodded hurriedly, saying, "That's right, that's right. Our Jiyue Peak certainly has the ability to fatten up a girl."

As he spoke, he took out a chicken wrapped in oil paper: "Take this home with you, you can eat it if you get hungry at night."

Song Yao was moved to tears: "Fifth Master and Fifth Master's husband, you are all so kind. I will come to eat again tomorrow."

-

After dinner, it was already late. Seeing her helpless state, the Fifth Elder sighed and used his sword to send her back to Hundred Herbs Peak.

Before she could even say thank you, he transformed into a streak of sword light and vanished into the sky.

Song Yao, clutching the chicken, blinked and burped.

The Fifth Elder is so kind.

She needs to go out to eat often.

Having eaten so much, she figured she wouldn't be able to sleep, so she went back to the courtyard, picked up the alchemy manual, and headed towards the alchemy pavilion.

The Seventh Elder previously said that within the first year of joining the sect, one does not need to refine pills for the sect. If one learns the skill, one can sell them to the Pill Pavilion or sell them elsewhere, which would bring in a considerable income.

At this hour, there were still people refining pills on the upper level of the pavilion, and the crackling sound of the furnace fire could be heard from time to time.

Song Yao wandered around inside for a couple of minutes before finally sitting down next to the ordinary furnace provided by the Pill Pavilion. He then took out a tinderbox and lit the candlestick.

He solemnly unfolded his books, preparing for his university entrance exams and to make a fortune.

However, after turning only two pages, weariness washed over me again.

Song Yao only lasted two breaths before closing her eyes.

Before falling into a deep sleep, I thought to myself, "It's over."

She developed a condition where she would fall asleep whenever she looked at a book written in cinnabar.

When Song Yao woke up the next morning, she attributed it to the fact that it was too late.

If you were to look at it during the day, you certainly wouldn't easily fall asleep.

For example, right now, early morning is when memory is at its best.

She wiped her face and confidently opened the book again.

however--

Three poles in the sun.

Song Yao, holding the cinnabar book, was awakened by the fragrance wafting in from outside.

The Seventh Elder brought the grilled fish into the house, smiling, and said, "Awake? Come and eat. Master made fish today. Tell me, child, why are you working so hard?"

Seeing Song Yao's bewildered expression, he asked gently, "What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?"

"Master..."

Song Yao looked up at him, her voice trembling, "I discovered..."

Seventh Elder: "Hmm?"

Song Yao: "It's very comfortable to close your eyes when reading the cinnabar book."

Seventh Elder: "?"

Having roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter, the Seventh Elder comforted her, "The alchemical text is indeed rather obscure and difficult to understand, but it's alright. I will personally teach you next time. Get up and eat the fish first."

Suddenly, Song Yao remembered something even more important, jumped up and ran outside: "I'm going to Fuguangtai to study today too."

"Hey, hey, hey, no rush. It doesn't matter whether you learn it or not. Let's eat breakfast first."

"No, the instructors will scold me again later..."

After running two steps, Song Yao stopped abruptly, her voice abruptly ceasing.