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

"You're saying her swordsmanship was learned from an inner disciple?!"

Mingran looked surprised. "Is there some mistake? Why would those senior brothers and sisters teach her?"

"She was brought back by my fourth senior brother."

Jiang Jin paused, a hint of hesitation on his face, "These past two days, my second senior sister personally brought her here, so she must have a very close relationship with her senior brothers and sisters."

Ming Ran frowned, but before she could speak, several young men from prominent families beside her had already perked up their ears.

"The sect leader once said that if any disciple performs exceptionally well by the end of the year, they will have the opportunity to become his disciple."

Jiang Jin seemed oblivious to their reaction, his eyes lowered, his voice softer, carrying a hint of indignation, "Now Lin Mu can directly learn magic from a personal disciple, which is quite a contrast to you..."

"That's so unfair."

Mingran's expression changed.

She tightened her grip on the sword hilt, her lips pressed into a thin line, and that feeling of resentment surged up again.

The other Heavenly-level disciples nearby exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat subtle.

Why should a little girl who has only been learning for two days, who is late and skips classes, be allowed to be personally taught by a master?

These disciples from prestigious families, who had trained diligently since childhood, were forced to stand alongside ordinary people to practice their basic skills.

What's the logic behind this?

Mingran was the first to lose her composure: "I'll go ask Lin Mu!"

"I've already asked."

Jiang Jin stopped her, a hint of disappointment on his face. "Yesterday I had something I wanted to ask Second Senior Sister for advice, so I begged Junior Sister Lin to introduce me to her. But Junior Sister Lin made an excuse and said they weren't familiar with each other."

One of the first-level disciples couldn't help but exclaim angrily, "How could you personally bring her here first thing in the morning for two consecutive days if you weren't familiar with her?!"

"I'm afraid she doesn't want you to meet Second Senior Sister, and that it might affect her relationship with her senior brothers and sisters!"

Jiang Jin didn't answer, his face still showing that helpless expression.

She lowered her eyes secretly, her fingertips gently twirling inside her sleeve, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I see!"

The other person suddenly realized, "No wonder she, a girl who has never cultivated before, was able to break through to the next realm so quickly; she must have obtained a secret pill from her senior brothers and sisters!"

Mingran frowned: "Really?"

"puff."

Someone behind me laughed.

Cheng Yue stood to the side with her arms crossed, glanced at the group, and said sarcastically without any mercy, "A bunch of idiots."

The few Heavenly-level disciples who were being mocked immediately lost face.

Mingran clenched her fist: "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything; it's just that you're being led by the nose."

Cheng Yue clicked her tongue twice. "If the Nine Saints Hall really had such a miraculous elixir that could instantly help someone establish their foundation, it would have become the number one sect in the world long ago. Besides, there was only one sword cultivator among its direct disciples, and he's already dead. What are the others going to teach Lin Mu?"

"You idiot, you're incredibly stupid."

"You guys have heavenly-level spiritual roots, and yet you claim to be so powerful."

After hurling her rant, Cheng Yue turned and left, leaving the remaining Heavenly-level disciples with increasingly grim expressions.

The boy next to Jiang Jin, who had just echoed him, blushed, opened his mouth, and managed to squeeze out a retort: ​​"Lin Mu gave her some kind of bewitching drug."

His voice was light and lacked credibility: "Even if Lin Mu achieved Foundation Establishment on her own, she must have learned the sword technique from someone else. Although there aren't any direct disciples who specialize in swordsmanship, they all know a little bit about it. Besides, Second Senior Sister's relationship with her is indeed special; she personally escorts her here every day. It can't be fake, can it?"

"That's right. Ming Ran is the eldest daughter of the Ming family. How could an ordinary person's swordsmanship be better than Ming Ran's if she relied on herself?"

Another disciple quickly chimed in, "I just don't understand why a newly initiated disciple would receive such attention from the personal instructor. There must be something going on here."

The murmurs rustled softly, and the more they talked, the more they felt there was some truth to it.

Only Jiang Jin tightened his grip on the sword, his knuckles turning slightly white.

-

Song Yao was unaware that she had inexplicably stirred up a wave of hatred.

She lay sprawled on the rocking chair in the courtyard, writhing like a maggot, and looked pitifully at the Seventh and Ninth Elders: "It hurts so much, my meridians are broken, I probably won't be able to practice swordsmanship or go to school for the next few months."

The healer opposite hesitated before speaking, then said, "It's just a sprain. I've already healed you. You'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

"I'm not better."

Song Yao clutched her wrist and retorted, "It hurts so much, I feel like I'm about to die."

Upon hearing this, the Seventh Elder's face contorted in distress, his heart aching terribly.

How could a child get injured like this just by running off to school?

Although he didn't want any apprentices at all, now that this child is under his tutelage, he naturally has to take responsibility for her.

He looked at the healer with slight anxiety: "I told you it still hurts, quickly check if there are any other injuries?"

"...It's really nothing."

Out of respect for his status as an elder, the healer refrained from rolling his eyes and patiently asked, "Didn't you just give her two healing and pain-relieving pills?"

That's clear enough.

The child is mostly faking illness.

The Seventh Elder gasped, "If it still hurts after taking my painkiller, then the injury must be extremely serious. Go and call the Sixteenth Elder over so he can examine my disciple himself."

The healer said, "...Elder Sixteen is traveling."

I hate these brainless old people the most.

"Master."

Song Yao peeked out from under the blanket with her bright black eyes and said bravely, "I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while."

"Alright, alright, Master will go and tell the person in charge of the outer courtyard later that we should rest for half a month to recuperate."

The Seventh Elder didn't make things difficult for the medical cultivator, but turned to glance at the Ninth Elder, clearly displeased. "My disciple suffered such a serious injury in the very first lesson! Sword cultivators like you, with your strong limbs but simple minds, shouldn't be teaching."

Ninth Elder: "..."

He unusually didn't retort, and his gaze fell on Song Yao: "She will cultivate with me from now on."

The Seventh Elder was shocked: "You've ruined her like this and you still want to take her from me? Dream on!"

The Ninth Elder was now slightly anxious: "You have no idea how talented she is in swordsmanship. The last person with such extraordinary talent was Song Yao!"

"Then we absolutely cannot let her follow you!"

The Seventh Elder sneered, "The last Song Yao blew up my Hundred Herbs Peak, and it's not fully repaired yet. What if Lin Mu follows you in sword practice and becomes the second Song Yao?"

"Song Yao's scoundrel personality is unique in the world."

The Ninth Elder confidently declared, "Lin Mu is different. If she follows me, she will definitely walk the right path! Who knows, she might even become a disciple of the Hall Master."

Song Yao: "?"

It seems like someone has been constantly insulting her.

The Seventh Elder refused decisively: "No, your sword cultivators are always fighting and killing, it's too dangerous for this child."

Ninth Elder: "It's precisely because of the danger that she needs to practice swordsmanship to protect herself! Should such talent be wasted?"