Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

"I... I may not be Ziyuan, but I really do know Ziyuan. If you really cause trouble, Ziyuan won't let you off. It's not too late to leave now; Ziyuan will be here soon!"

Seeing that she couldn't scare them away, the magical girl imitating Shion finally couldn't hold back anymore and started to tell the truth, using the real Shion to scare the group.

Hyacinth pursed her lips, her mouth tightly clenched, but the corners of her eyes were already upturned into crescents as she looked at Jiang Si, "What should we do, Holy Walker? Are we really going to fight Violet?"

Ruoyun hesitated for a moment, "Isn't this a bad idea? Now is not the time to fight the Qingyun Sect."

Are you afraid that His Excellency will lose?

"No, that's not true!"

Ruoyun whispered, "Teacher likes and respects the Sect Leader very much. If... if I hurt the Sect Leader, Teacher will be sad, and might even dislike me..."

"Didn't you already say you didn't care anymore?"

"..."

Ruoyun turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to her.

"No matter what, a lesson is still necessary, right?" Hyacinth, now certain that Jiang Si wouldn't kill anyone, looked at them expectantly. "How should we deal with this? How dare they use the name of the Qingyun Sect to intimidate us?"

The seven magical girls huddled together behind the fake "Shion," trembling with fear.

Thinking of the beatings she had received in the past, Hyacinth felt a pang of schadenfreude.

"Well done." When Hyacinth heard Jiang Si's first words, she thought she had misheard.

Then Jiang Si said, "Do you want to join my... Qingyun Sect, which I've never been to before?"

Hyacinth and Ruoyun looked at each other in bewilderment.

What, you're even helping the Qingyun Sect recruit people?

Hyacinth felt even more disappointed.

Is this really all we're going to do?

Just as the group of magical girls were somewhat stunned and didn't know what the other party meant,

But then a hatchling floated over from a distance.

Jiang Si punched the incubator to pieces, but it quickly returned to normal.

Then he said respectfully:

"Please forgive the children's mischief, esteemed members of the Holy Church."

Jiang Si narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the incubator with a hint of surprise in her pupils.

"They just want to protect this old world and have no ill intentions. My name is Xiaoqi, and I am Old Observer No. 340 of the World Observation Team. We are not enemies. Please believe me. Now, we need to join forces to overcome this difficulty."

That's right, it's the same place where the incubators in the North Sea explained the rules of the old world to them.

Jiang Si remembered that in the end, the rock candy was traded to the Disaster Management Bureau.

I never expected to run into them here again. It's clear that we can't expect the Disaster Management Bureau to completely eliminate these incubators.

After waiting a while and realizing that the other party did not recognize her, Jiang Si asked, "Have you not connected to the cluster yet?"

Jiang Si's question also puzzled Xiao Qi: "How did you know about this?"

"I have some friends in the Qingyun Sect."

Xiao Qi tilted her head and said, "I see, Qingyun Sect. You're right, I've left the group because I plan to save this world bubble with these children."

"I should now be called a Dream Incubator, not an Incubator, because a traitor who has left the cluster, abandoned the new world, and wants to save the old world can only be a Dream Incubator."

Xiaoqi walked up to the fake "Ziyuan" and wiped her pretty face with her tail. The magical girl's figure shrank and then returned to its original size.

The magical girl, dressed in a simple light green outfit, hugged Xiaoqi as if she were hugging a parent, and began to sob, "So scary, Xiaoqi, he's so scary..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, Lingmei. The Ziyuan you admire is even more terrifying."

After comforting the magical girl, Xiao Qi continued to speak to Jiang Si and the other two, "I'm sorry, these children are not mature yet. In order to prevent the invasion of other old worlds and the Witch Society, we had no choice but to disguise ourselves as the Qingyun Sect to scare away the enemy."

"That's dangerous, isn't it?"

Suddenly, someone spoke from a corner not far away.

Ruoyun and Fengxinzi were both startled. When they looked over, they saw the white fox that had been following Jiang Si earlier.

"I thought it had simply disappeared naturally..." Hyacinth muttered to herself.

This presence is so faint.

The white fox seemed not to have heard her words, and only looked at Mr. Si Motu and Xiao Qi.

Although it was somewhat unbelievable that Mr. Simotu was a Holy Walker, it was something that didn't really matter to her.

"If we encounter someone who knows the Qingyun Sect," the white fox said blankly, "it will be very dangerous."

“That’s right.” Xiao Qi didn’t deny it, but just nodded and said, “There’s nothing we can do about it. Before we can fully bloom, we have to ensure the safety of the Disaster Realm. If someone destroys the bubble, then there’s no point in fully blooming. The Disaster Realm and all the people here should protect and save everything with the most perfect full bloom.”

Xiao Qi bowed her head to the three people in the sanctuary:

"Please, sign a contract with us."

"Join us and save the world in the best way possible, become heroes!"

Chapter 261 Struggling to Become a Talent in the Old World's Demonic Sect (8,000 words, seeking monthly votes)

"The Holy Gate, Qingyun Sect."

"Layer upon layer of clouds, surging like angry waves, with countless peaks resembling islands scattered like stars on a chessboard..."

"Stop." Jiang Si immediately silenced the white fox. "Say another word and it's copyright infringement."

The white fox quietly gazed at the mountain gate in front of it, which bore the inscription of the Qingyun Sect.

Of all the thousands of mountains around, only this one had its top cleaved flat by a single sword strike.

"The problem is, it really looks like this."

“But we can’t just narrate it verbatim.” Jiang Si stepped onto the flattened mountaintop. “We need to pay attention to our wording and make some slight modifications. Have you studied imitation writing?”

"No."

"Compulsory education in the old world had a long and arduous road ahead." After saying this earnestly, Jiang Si spread her arms wide on the flat ground at the top of the mountain. "The setting sun is like blood, the mountains are like the sea, and the thousands of peaks are like chess pieces on a chessboard..."

"That's called plagiarism, sir."

"This does not constitute plagiarism."

They have now entered the Qingyun Sect, the realm of the old world's disaster-stricken people.

The view from the green hills was also something Jiang Si greatly admired.

As the saying goes, there is no reason why pirated products can't beat genuine products, nor is there any reason why genuine products can't learn from pirated products.

"Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me." Even if it's just imitators, as long as they have something to offer, Jiang Si wouldn't mind incorporating them into Qingyun. To put it bluntly, if they were to copy someone exactly, he could use the will of Heaven to erase them.

If it's not a direct copy, but has even a little bit of merit of its own, then using it here wouldn't be a problem for me.

It's all good.

As soon as I stepped into the gate of the Qingyun Sect, Qingyun disciples immediately came out.

With a pair of ram horns, it was probably a member of the Disaster Clan. It looked at the two of them and said, "Here to register again? You're a bit late."

"Our Qingyun Sect only accepts talented people. Come, drip your blood into the life lamp and let us see your aptitude."

I never imagined that one day I would experience the aptitude test that I was most interested in in the Qingyun Sect created by someone else.

Whether it's the third stage of fighting power or the sudden mutation of a heavenly or earthly spiritual root into a different spiritual root, every story begins with the protagonist's aptitude.

That's also the most fascinating part of the book.

It seems to hold endless possibilities and a future that inspires immense curiosity and anticipation.

However, the girls of the Qingyun Sect were afraid of pain, so the idea of ​​verifying their qualifications with blood was rejected by Bing Tang from the very beginning.

Gazing at the oil lamp, Jiang Si was overwhelmed with emotion, as if she had returned to the place where her dream began.

He pricked his finger and dripped blood into it.

In the storyline involving the testing of qualifications, Jiang Si's favorite work was still a certain Western fantasy novel she had read back then.

He barely passed every time, which can be described as showing off to the extreme.

However, he didn't intend to waste this rare testing opportunity.

Since there's no chance to show off later, just max out your stats!

The moment a drop of blood enters, magic becomes concentrated.

The oil lamp, which had been burning brightly, suddenly began to go out.

The Qingyun disciple with the ram's horn widened his eyes, "Holy crap, this talent!"

Jiang Si wiped the blood from her fingers and said indifferently, "It's so-so."

The disciple with the ram's horn gave a thumbs up: "It's more than just average, it's incredibly bad! This is the first time I've ever seen such terrible talent!"

Jiang Si paused, seemingly somewhat surprised.

The white fox behind her twitched its lips, and Jiang Si glanced at it, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh."

"Then come and take a look."

So the white fox also dripped its blood in.

The oil lamp suddenly burst into flame with a "bang" and then went out.

Both of them looked at the disciple with horns, and Jiang Si asked, "How is it?"

The ram-horned disciple stared blankly, then pulled out a small notebook. "I never expected to encounter two such brilliant minds in one day. This one is even worse. You two must stay together and absolutely cannot be separated. With this kind of talent, going to find other Daoist partners is just dragging others down..."

Jiang Si glanced at the white fox, only to see its icy expression. "Why aren't you smiling anymore?"

“I haven’t been laughing at all, sir.”

No sooner had they finished speaking than the ram-horned disciple tore a piece of paper from his notebook. “With your aptitude, cultivation requires a lot of resources. We can help you apply for a cultivation loan. Aptitude isn’t important; what matters is resources and hard work. As long as you have the maximum resources, you can still defeat those talent monsters who have no resources at all! Talent is worthless in the face of money!”

The white fox glanced at it: 6.7 billion...