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

Having been stunned for a while, Zhu Zhao turned her head.

Those dark eyes fell on her, slowly scanning her from head to toe.

The scrutinizing gaze was devoid of any warmth.

Song Yao froze on the spot, her heart skipping a beat.

But only for a moment, she came to her senses, her eyelashes fluttered, and her face showed just the right amount of bewilderment and awkwardness.

The Seventh Elder happened to see this, and carrying the soup bowl, he walked to the wooden table, straightened his sleeves, and said, "I forgot to introduce you. This is Zhu Zhao, a direct disciple of the main peak. You should call her Second Senior Sister. And this is my disciple He Yu. You can call him Senior Brother."

The seniority system within the inner sect is rather chaotic, with each peak having its own system. Only the direct disciples have the highest seniority, and all disciples of the same generation must address them as senior brother or senior sister.

After the Seventh Elder finished speaking, he added, "This is my new disciple, Lin Mu, whom I accepted yesterday."

Song Yao lowered her eyelashes and obediently greeted them, "Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister."

"Come and eat."

After saying this, the Seventh Elder glanced at Zhu Zhao, his tone inexplicably a little awkward, "This chicken was raised by your Second Senior Sister. I accidentally caught the wrong one. But since it's already stewed, you should all eat more and not waste it."

Song Yao: "..."

No wonder Zhu Zhao was here; it turns out his chicken had been stolen.

However, she has always been so engrossed in cultivation that she has no interest in anything else. How come she has the leisure to raise chickens now?

After being away for more than half a year, the people in the Nine Saints Hall seemed to have changed a lot.

Song Yao walked to the table and sat down next to He Yu.

Her bowl was the biggest.

The two chicken drumsticks were piled high in the bowl, emitting an enticing aroma.

The other two only had a bowl of light soup and a few pieces of meat.

It seems that the master caught this chicken especially for her.

But when she caught sight of the carrots in the chicken soup, she frowned and used her spoon to push the carrots out of the soup.

Halfway through, Zhu Zhaoqing's cold voice suddenly rang out: "You don't eat radishes?"

Song Yao froze again.

She does hate carrots, but Zhu Zhao shouldn't know that.

After all, two people will start fighting if they stay together for more than half an incense stick's time, let alone eat at the same table.

but……

Zhu Zhao is not the kind of person who would casually concern herself with whether someone is a picky eater or not.

Could it be that she somehow found out I don't eat carrots and is planning to kill everyone who doesn't eat carrots?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Song Yao turned her head and stuffed a piece of radish into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out as she replied, "No, it's delicious."

vomit.

It tastes awful.

If she has the chance to regain her strength, she will pluck all the carrots in the world.

Zhu Zhao paused for half a second, glanced at her again, and then picked up the spoon—

Put all the carrots from your bowl into Song Yao's bowl.

Amid Song Yao's shocked gaze, he calmly explained, "Perfect timing, I don't like it, you eat more."

Song Yao: "?"

What kind of torture?

Or should we just kill her?

After a moment's hesitation, Zhu Zhao's eyes sharpened like knives as she looked over: "Is there a problem?"

"no."

That fierce second senior sister.

Just as fierce as in his past life.

Song Yao said thank you listlessly and buried her head in her soup.

He Yu suddenly remembered something and asked, "Junior Sister, I heard you were supposed to learn the sect rules today? I saw a lot of junior brothers and sisters rushing there this morning, aren't you going?"

Song Yao: "..."

This is truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly.

In order to establish a villainous persona, she skipped school every day and never attended a class.

This morning, she continued this fine tradition perfectly, something she hadn't even thought of.

With a last glimmer of hope, Song Yao asked, "Will I be kicked out of the sect if I don't go?"

"Won't."

He Yu thought for a moment and said, "It seems like the punishment is to copy the sect rules."

Song Yao asked with even greater anticipation, "If I don't copy the sect rules, will I be kicked out of the sect?"

"Won't."

The Seventh Elder's voice drifted over, "An inner disciple who deducts from Master's monthly allowance will be handed over to Master for further action."

He met Song Yao's gaze, warily clutching his mustard bag: "I have to use my monthly allowance to pay off my debts; not a single penny can be deducted!"

Song Yao gave up.

Okay.

I still have to pay off the loan.

Seeing that she still had the appetite to continue eating her chicken leg, He Yu immediately chuckled: "Junior Sister, aren't you in a hurry to go?"

Song Yao glanced at the rugged mountain path and said with a sigh, "Fuguangtai is too far away. If I don't eat my fill, I won't be able to get there."

This body is malnourished and could very well collapse from exhaustion halfway through the journey.

When the Seventh Elder saw her like this, his heart clenched again.

The little girl is so thin, she probably hasn't eaten much good food before. Now that she's finally entered the Nine Saints Hall, she still has to suffer with him.

Furthermore, it's really too much to ask of people to climb several mountains to learn the rules of the sect.

He felt a pang of sadness, then suddenly turned to look at the dark-clad figure who hadn't left the table: "Zhu Zhao."

Zhu Zhao paused in his steps.

The Seventh Elder smiled and said, "Aren't you going to Fuguangtai on business later? Why don't you give my little disciple a ride? She can't fly on a sword and doesn't know the way very well."

Song Yao's hand holding the bowl trembled.

It's better to climb over by herself than to have her second senior sister take her.

However, Zhu Zhao has never been one to meddle in other people's business, so he will probably refuse.

However, Zhu Zhao glanced at her and said, "Let's go."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a loud, piercing cry suddenly rang out from the distant mountains.

The sound pierced through the clouds, startling a flock of birds flying in the mountains.

A rosy glow surged from the horizon, enveloping a massive figure as it approached at an astonishing speed.

Song Yao could no longer laugh.

It was a very ugly big bird.

Its wingspan was a full three zhang, which should have given it an extremely majestic appearance, but its feathers were sparse and its skin was covered with a layer of newly grown down.

obviously.

It was the Xuan Bird spirit beast that she had plucked all the feathers from back then, belonging to her second senior sister.

The black bird landed, raising a cloud of dust.

Song Yao coughed twice while protecting the bowl. When she looked up, she saw the black bird's dark golden eyes staring intently at her.

Song Yao immediately looked away: "..."

I can't recognize it! I can't recognize it! I can't recognize it!

The black bird then let out a furious roar, its voice even sharper than before, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhao glared at her.

The black bird's roar abruptly stopped, leaving only a few aggrieved gurgling sounds in its throat.

It shrank its neck, its dark golden eyes still staring at Song Yao with a mournful look, but at least it dared not bark again.

Zhu Zhao withdrew her gaze and looked at Song Yao again.

"Come up."

An uncompromising tone.

An invisible force enveloped her and threw her onto the bird's back.

The black bird has a broad back, and although its feathers are sparse, it can still sit quite steadily.

It was clearly not happy about it; its body trembled the moment she landed.

The next moment, Zhu Zhao landed beside her.

The hem of her clothes fluttered up and gently brushed against Song Yao's arm, carrying a faint, cool fragrance.

"Let's go."

The black bird spread its wings and took off.

A fierce wind lashed at my face, and the mountains below were rushing past me at breakneck speed.