After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Luo Zhen landed and, yawning, ducked into a dilapidated temple by the roadside.

The Bodhisattva statues enshrined in the temple have long been disfigured.

The gold paint had peeled off in patches, revealing the dusty clay underneath.

The cushion was riddled with holes, and most of the straw fluff was sticking out.

Even mice would detour around it in disgust.

Luo really didn't mind at all.

When she was in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, her sleeping companions were centipedes, scorpions, and poisonous snakes.

At least this dilapidated temple has a roof and is sheltered from the wind on all sides, which is already quite good.

She walked to the largest prayer cushion and casually cast a dust-removing spell.

A beam of clear light swept by, and all the dust and insects were driven away.

Then she curled up into a small ball and nestled up in the air.

Luo Huanzhen closed his eyelids and, in the blink of an eye, his breathing became even.

She was already asleep.

My sleep quality is ridiculously good.

Brother Tong and Sister Hua followed her quietly from behind.

Seeing that the little girl was completely asleep, he sneaked into the dilapidated temple.

The two exchanged a glance and laughed so hard their back teeth almost flew out.

This deal was truly a windfall.

A big shot recently arrived in the black market, so generous that people wanted to kneel down and call him the God of Wealth.

This guy has a peculiar preference: he likes four- or five-year-old, fair-skinned, and adorable little girls.

The offer was shockingly high.

But he has a keen eye; ordinary girls simply don't catch his eye.

He complained that his body was too fragile and he would break after playing for only a few days, which would not only cost him spirit stones but also spoil his enjoyment.

But this little girl is different.

Having reached the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, his physique is so robust that he could probably not even leave a mark with a low-level magic weapon, let alone ordinary struggles.

She has a pleasing appearance and a sweet, clear voice; she's practically made to fit that person's taste.

Brother Tong and Sister Hua were already hatching their own schemes.

If this deal goes through, it'll be enough for them to live a carefree life for decades to come.

One of them carried a dark burlap sack with a faint glow, a magical artifact for carrying people; the other held a spirit-binding rope with flashing runes on it, specifically designed to counter the spiritual power of cultivators.

Despite his movements being quite gentle, Brother Tong still accidentally stepped on a shard of broken porcelain.

A crisp "crunch" sounded.

Brother Tong froze, his soul almost flying out of his head.

Sister Hua, however, remained remarkably composed.

She patted her chest confidently and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the medicine I put in the buns this time is the same amount as for the demon pig."

"Don't even mention her, even a demonic pig that has become a spirit would be sleeping soundly on its back right now, and wouldn't wake up even if thunder struck."

Upon hearing this, Brother Tong felt confident that the situation was under control, and his courage surged from the soles of his feet back to his head.

However, just as the two of them got within three feet of Luo Huanzhen, something happened that made them question the meaning of life.

Luo Huanzhen's eyes were tightly closed, and although he was still asleep, his body moved on its own.

She suddenly stood up, clenched her fist in her sleep, and swung it, smashing it solidly into Brother Tong's face.

Brother Tong was knocked to the ground by the impact, seeing stars.

He winced in pain, scrambled to his feet, and shouted incredulously in a low voice, "Didn't you say she wouldn't wake up?!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Sister Hua was also beaten.

Luo Zhenhuan delivered an elbow strike to Sister Hua's nose while she was asleep.

The intense, pungent sensation shot straight to the top of my head, and tears and nosebleed gushed out simultaneously.

Sister Hua covered her nose and angrily shouted, "Are your eyes just for show? Can't you see she's sleepwalking? She's not awake at all!"

But success is within reach, we can't give up now.

She was just a minor cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage; their cultivation levels were similar to hers.

I'm not afraid of her!

The two gritted their teeth and pounced again, engaging in a fierce battle with Luo Huanzhen, who was in a sleepwalking state.

The battle raged on and on, from moonrise to sunrise, lasting all night long.

He was relentlessly beaten by the Sleeping Arhat Fist from beginning to end, and the scene was quite tragic at one point.

This could easily be written as the first page of a negative example in the cultivation world.

As dawn broke.

Luo Huanzhen's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up from the cushion, rubbed her eyes with her little hands, and yawned slightly.

He looked completely content, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Then she looked down and was shocked.

There were two people lying paralyzed in front of me.

His face was bruised and swollen, and he was covered in blood. He looked so miserable that it seemed as if he had been trampled by a hundred monsters in turn.

It was as if a demonic wind had swept them into the mountains and tossed them around three hundred times.

Luo was startled and blurted out.

"Hey? Sister Hua and Brother Tong, what are you doing here? And you're injured?"

She had a very good impression of the two people—they were kind people who gave her free steamed buns.

Luo Huanzhen rushed over, taking one arm in each of them, his little face full of worry.

"Did we run into some bad guys?"

Sister Hua and Brother Tong were devastated.

She actually woke up so early, even though it's only been a night.

Based on the dosage they prescribed, this girl should sleep for at least four days and four nights.

She should only wake up leisurely after they have smoothly handed the person over to the customer and the spirit stones have warmed up in their pockets.

Now look what happened! Not only did he wake up early, but he also used his dream-like fists and feet to beat them both into pig heads.

But no matter how much they planned, they could never have predicted that Luo would actually be sleepy.

It wasn't because they poisoned him at all.

After all, when Luo Zhen was in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, he was already eating thousands of poisonous insects and snakes every day.

Those internal organs have long been trained to be immune to all poisons.

To her, any poison in the world was like a sprinkle of Sichuan peppercorn powder; at most, she would only taste it.

Even if it's poisonous, her stomach is like a miniature demon-transforming furnace.

After spinning a few times, it will be refined into spiritual energy, which can also nourish the body.

As for why the hairpin given by Duan Qianchui was used to test for poison?

Oh.

Excuse me.

That was purely because he was a truly obedient student who respected his teacher.

She listened to Master Yun Yao's words and also gave Master Duan some face for the magical artifact he had painstakingly crafted.