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

The body reacts faster than the brain.

Without thinking, she lay down on the spot and tried to bury her head in the ground.

She would recognize that voice even if it were burned to ashes.

Her most gentle and adorable fourth junior brother, Xie Zhou.

Before he died, he dug up his family's ancestral graves and moved his parents' corpses into his room as a provocation.

He was so angry that he vomited blood and went into a state of demonic possession. He probably wants to tear her to pieces right now.

However, given how drastically her appearance had changed, he shouldn't have recognized her.

Out of caution, Song Yao decided to remain passive until everyone left.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

The boy, who had just been terrified and wet himself, yanked her up from the ground, his face beaming with excitement and gratitude: "Wake up! We're saved! It's the Nine Saints Hall! The people from the Nine Saints Hall have come to rescue us!"

"..."

Song Yao tried to struggle.

The boy became even more excited: "Don't be afraid, the Nine Saints Hall is a major sect, they will definitely arrest all these evil cultivators!"

Song Yao: "..."

What she feared most was the Nine Saints Hall.

The struggle became a little louder, and someone walked forward, reaching out to support Song Yao's arm. Their voice was clear and gentle: "This young friend is right. We have come here today specifically to purge the evil cultivators. Young lady, there is no need to be afraid."

When Song Yao looked up, everything went black.

It was someone I knew.

Yu Jing, the chief third disciple of the North Peak of the Inner Court.

She once kicked him into a cesspool, and he soaked in the spring water for forty-nine days, still feeling the stench on his body. He vowed to tear her to pieces and throw her into the cesspool to feed the maggots.

To avoid being thrown into the latrine, Song Yao forced herself to remain calm, thanked them, and crawled to the side to squat down, trying to minimize her presence.

This area is a series of interconnected courtyards, and there are quite a few heretical cultivators here.

The disciples of the Nine Saints Hall dispersed to various places, and the sounds of fighting could be heard from outside from time to time.

It looks like we'll have to wait until they finish what they're doing before we can figure out how to escape.

At least I won't die, which is a good thing.

After squatting for a while, Song Yao's peripheral vision involuntarily swept towards Xie Zhou in the center of the courtyard.

The young man, dressed in a moon-white robe, was slender and tall, like a lone bamboo that never withers in the mountains, standing out starkly against the dilapidated and dirty courtyard.

With relaxed eyebrows and slightly drooping eyes, he should have had a gentle and harmless appearance, but at this moment he exuded an innate aloofness.

She was very different from the person she remembered who always called her "senior sister" in a soft, gentle voice.

It seems she left him with quite a psychological scar.

However, there is one strange thing.

Wasn't the fourth brother seriously afflicted by a qi deviation?

How did you recover so quickly? It's only been a short time.

Song Yao finally sensed something was wrong and turned to ask the boy who was full of admiration, "What time is it now?"

The young man was taken aback; "It should be Shen Shi (3-5 PM)."

Song Yao: "That's not what I'm asking about, the year."

"Year? Qingyuan 237, Mid-Autumn Festival is in two days."

"..."

More than half a year has passed since she died in the underworld.

I wonder how the people of the Nine Saints Hall will react when they learn of her death.

Do you find it very gratifying?

After silently lamenting the passing of spring and autumn for a while, Song Yao began to study the Serpent Seal within her body.

To make her death more meaningful, she went straight to the lair of the Thousand Phoenix Demon as soon as she arrived in the Earth Realm and fought it fiercely until the world turned upside down.

She had a 60% chance of winning, but was ambushed and a restriction descended, killing her on the spot.

The Serpent Seal must have been left behind at that time.

But... who exactly attacked her?

Unlike a demon, he must be a cultivator.

A cultivator attacked her because of a demon?

She had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship; even if the head of the Nine Saints Hall, who was also her master, wanted to kill her, it would be impossible for him to do so in a single breath.

Who exactly is the person behind this?

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a solution, Song Yao simply put it out of her mind.

Forget it.

Given a second chance at life, she just wants to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

I have a small house and a small yard. I can grow crops, raise dogs, and occasionally practice some spiritual cultivation.

I wonder where the housing prices are cheap...

The more she thought about it, the more hopeful she felt for the future. Suddenly, the young man next to her excitedly exclaimed, "Let's go!"

Song Yao snapped out of her daze: "Gone? Where did they go?"

"Go to the Nine Saints Hall."

Yu Jing came around again at some point, "There are still some things I need to ask you all. Don't worry too much, young lady. After this is resolved, we will escort you all home."

Song Yao: "......"

What's the difference between her going to the Nine Saints Hall and a lamb entering a tiger's den?

The evil cultivators might only want her dead, but the people of the Nine Saints Hall probably want to make her wish she were dead.

She remained squatting, reluctant to get up, and said hesitantly, "Why don't we ask here? I... I have something to do..."

Yu Jing looked troubled when a voice suddenly interrupted from the side: "I heard that you were dug up from your grave, your body was decaying, but you suddenly came back to life. Now you refuse to go to the Nine Saints Hall, is there some unspeakable reason for it?"

Song Yao stiffened, looked up and met her fourth junior brother's cold and unwavering dark eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

She knew Xie Zhou; if he gave her that look, it most likely meant he had murderous intent.

They must have assumed she was some kind of evil cultivator or demon, and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Forget it.

The Nine Saints Hall isn't a den of dragons or tigers, and she's no longer the same Song Yao. What's the big deal about going there?

She suddenly stood up, and just as she was about to open her mouth, everything went black before her eyes, and she fell straight down toward her fourth junior brother.

Before losing consciousness, there was only one thought in my mind.

It’s over.

unwise.

She, a supreme sword cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, actually fainted from hunger.

-

Song Yao felt dizzy and uneasy, her mind racing with dreams.

One moment she dreams that her eldest brother is forcing her to do a pole dance, threatening to slice her into sashimi if she doesn't. The next moment she dreams that her second sister's spirit pet is chasing her with a kitchen knife, trying to throw her into a pot and stew her into soup.

She ran away begging for mercy, "I didn't really roast you! I just plucked all your fur and sold it!"

At the critical moment, someone stuffed two pills into her mouth.

As the medicine took effect, the spirit pet holding the kitchen knife disappeared from the dream, and its consciousness gradually returned.

She breathed a sigh of relief before opening her eyes.

Thank goodness it was just a dream.

Upon opening her eyes, the boy who had been rescued with her blushed with immense joy: "I have great news for you! We're both disciples of the Nine Saints Hall now!"

Song Yao: "?"

She closed her eyes and lay down again.

They're probably still having nightmares.

Sleep a little longer.

Unfortunately, the young man wouldn't let her go, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently: "Wake up! The disciple-acceptance ceremony is coming up soon. If we catch the eye of an elder or a hall master, we can enter the inner sect to cultivate!"

Spun around, Song Yao sat up, her voice bitter: "How did we become disciples of the Nine Saints Hall?"

"Isn't it a coincidence? It just so happens to be the recruitment day for all the sects in Tian Shu Realm recently, and the Nine Saints Hall is no exception."

The boy got excited when he talked about it, "Last night, I went to the Nine Saints Hall with my fourth senior brother. After some examination, it turned out that our aptitudes were actually quite good! My fourth senior brother said that if we were willing, we could stay."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Song Yao jumped out of bed and rushed outside, saying, "I have no intention of leaving."

The boy grabbed her arm: "No, you can't leave."