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

Song Yao: "Why?"

"Last night you were invaded by evil energy and your body is very weak. You need to take medicine, but only disciples of the Nine Saints Hall are qualified to use it. So I will take the liberty of enrolling you in the sect."

The boy was quite pleased with himself. "No need to thank me."

Song Yao: "......"

She finally managed to escape from the Nine Saints Hall, so why is she back in the blink of an eye?

I feel like I've been set up.

uncertain.

Let's take another look.

Suddenly, she remembered something and grasped at it as if it were a lifeline: "I remember that the Nine Saints Hall requires its disciples who have never cultivated to be under seventeen years old? I'm already twenty, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."

"twenty?"

The boy glanced at her incredulously. "Your bone age was measured last night. You're only fifteen, a year younger than me."

Song Yao: "Who? Me? Fifteen?"

"Of course, he's such a kid, yet he's trying to act all mature."

The young man felt a strange sense of disappointment and turned to walk out of the house. "Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll wait for you outside. Don't be late for the apprenticeship ceremony."

The moment the door closed, Song Yao lunged at the bronze mirror on the table.

Upon seeing the familiar, slightly immature face, she stood there stunned.

This was actually her own body before she transmigrated here.

She was fifteen years old when she was hit by a speeding truck and thrown into the world of cultivation.

Having regained it now evokes a strange sense of nostalgia.

However, his face was quite dirty now, his hair was frizzy, and his clothes were tattered, making him look like a beggar who couldn't get food.

After weighing the options, Song Yao decided to change his clothes first, and then go to the disciple-acceptance ceremony to find a person in charge to withdraw from the sect.

It wasn't that she didn't want to run away directly, but rather that she already had the Nine Saints Hall's mark on her wrist.

The disciples of the Nine Saints Hall often travel far and wide, and this mark exists to protect them and help to find their whereabouts as quickly as possible.

When applied to Song Yao, it becomes a surveillance camera.

If the mark isn't removed, the people of the Nine Saints Hall will find you no matter where you go.

Rather than alerting the enemy, it's better to proceed with integrity.

-

The mountains are majestic and the sea of ​​clouds is surging.

A large crowd gathered in front of the platform, with young people dressed in plain Taoist robes lined up in several rows, their faces rosy and their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Those who can stand here are all disciples who have crossed the first threshold of the Nine Saints Hall.

Within the territory of Tian Shu, who does not know the name of the Nine Saints Hall?

With a thousand-year-old tradition, the orthodox way of the sword, cultivators from all over the world are eager to get in. Even being just an outer disciple is a great fortune.

Song Yao blended into the crowd, her eyebrows slightly lowered.

The young man beside her was chattering on and on: "Yesterday I found out I have dual spiritual roots in water and earth, but I don't know what grade they are. Sigh, you're so discouraged. What's wrong with staying in the Nine Saints Hall? We can look out for each other if we're together..."

After getting no response from Song Yao after talking for a while, he changed the subject: "By the way, my name is Ning Zhou. I haven't asked your name yet."

Song Yao, who wanted to be an ordinary person, gave herself a very ordinary name: "Lin Mu" (meaning "Forest Tree").

"Lin Mu? Are you lacking the element of wood in your Five Elements...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the spirit-testing platform in front of the right-hand team.

"Jiang Jin, bone age seventeen, Heaven-level max-grade Golden Spiritual Root!"

An uproar immediately erupted in front of the stage.

A single spiritual root is extremely rare in the world. Most people can only cultivate three to four spiritual roots, let alone a fully-level Heavenly Golden Spiritual Root!

This is truly made for sword cultivators!

Even Song Yao couldn't help but look up in that direction.

It's not because of anything else, but because...

Jiang Jin.

The Mary Sue male protagonist of this book only appears at this point.

In the book, Jiang Jin's extraordinary talent immediately dazzled everyone upon his first appearance, making him a sought-after disciple by the elders. He eventually became the last direct disciple of this generation.

As expected, just as described in the book, the morning mist over the distant mountains was torn apart by streaks of light that flew in on swords.

Several figures arrived on swords, their robes fluttering as a heavy spiritual pressure descended.

Leading the group was the Third Elder of the Enforcement Hall, his hair and beard completely white. His gaze towards Jiang Jin was fervent: "A Heaven-grade Golden Spiritual Root—perfect for the Weapon Refining Hall! Why not become my disciple!"

"Bullshit! A person with a golden spiritual root is born to be a sword cultivator. What use is he for forging iron in your weapon-refining hall? What a waste! Of course he should follow this old man!"

"Does the Nine Saints Hall still need sword cultivators? Of course, they'll want to follow me in spiritual cultivation!"

"Alright, alright."

The Third Elder interrupted the argument, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Jin. "I won't beat around the bush with you. All the elders present today probably want to take you under their wing. If you're willing, I can personally guide you. In the future, a position in the Enforcement Hall might very well be reserved for you."

These words caused a stir among those present.

What is the Enforcement Hall?

As the head of the seven halls of the Nine Saints Hall, he is in charge of the sect's precepts, and the weight of his power is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The Third Elder's words were practically a clear indication that he was being groomed as his successor.

The envy in the eyes of the surrounding teenagers was almost overflowing, and their hushed exclamations rose and fell.

"The highest level of Heaven... I wouldn't even dare to dream of it."

"The Third Elder personally spoke up; that must be an incredible honor!"

"Comparison is the thief of joy. I'd be burning incense if I had a Xuan-level spiritual root."

"Stop talking, or my Dao heart will shatter."

Amidst the whispers, the other elders couldn't sit still any longer and extended olive branches one after another.

For a time, the area in front of the temple was as bustling as a market.

The boy, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, smiled shyly with his eyebrows curved.

Only Song Yao noticed that his gaze kept glancing towards the main peak, and he seemed somewhat anxious.

Song Yao knew what he was waiting for.

He was waiting for the hall master.

Logically, the leader should have made his appearance now, swept him into his fold, and ended this farce.

Why haven't they arrived yet?

In the corner, the twelfth elder stood lazily and interrupted the argument, saying, "Alright, it's just a Heaven-level Golden Spiritual Root. Why are you arguing like this? Let's wait for the Hall Master to make a decision."

These words were rather impolite, but the elders, realizing what was going on, didn't object or leave, clearly intending to wait there.

Wei Jiangjin's warm smile froze.

The people behind him couldn't help but mutter, "What do you mean 'just a Heaven-level Golden Spiritual Root'? Isn't that defying the heavens?"

"This is good enough to be taught personally, right?"

"How could that be? Have you forgotten? There's a real monster among the disciples! She has a god-level, fully-ranked golden spiritual root, god-level! I heard she mastered swordsmanship in just five years, and everyone calls her the Sword Demon."

"God-level?! That level is indeed a bit lacking..."

As they were talking, they noticed Jiang Jin's expression was off, so they quickly leaned over to comfort him, saying, "But we heard that she committed all sorts of evil deeds and is already dead in the Earth Realm. No matter how talented she is, she still has to live."

"What do you mean by 'committing all kinds of evil'? Didn't the realm quiet down for a while because of her?"

Ning Zhou listened from the front for a while, then turned around with a face full of envy: "I wonder what it's like to be a genius like that."

Song Yao: "So-so."

Ning Zhou glanced at her disdainfully: "You talk as if you've ever done it yourself. Come here, it's our turn."