I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Gu Qici frowned and thought for a long time: "I don't remember. Who are you? I only remember that the token was given to me by my senior brother. He said he would give me food and that I should come with him."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, the elder holding the token smiled apologetically: "The Ascension Ceremony still needs to be maintained here... What do you think, Instructor Gu?"

The elder tossed the token away, his meaning clear: whatever grudges you have, go settle them elsewhere.

Gu Qici nodded.

As the token was about to fall into her hand, Gu Qici's expression turned slightly cold.

With a flick of his finger, he cleaved the personal disciple token in two, sending it flying backward at an even greater speed than when it arrived.

"Ding, ding." Two crisp sounds.

It crashed at the feet of the outer sect elder.

The old cripple felt as if his life had been cut in two.

"Master Gu, what do you mean by this?"

The outer sect elder's expression changed. If you were to ask who the most difficult person to talk to in the Heavenly Demon Sect was, it wouldn't be the Yellow Spring Saint Son, the Grand Elder, or even the Sect Master.

Instead, it was this icy-faced girl in front of me.

The most troubling question for everyone in the Heavenly Demon Sect is: Why is she angry? She's angry again? Is she sick?

Could it be that I angered her by throwing too hard?

However, it doesn't matter. The sect has already devised a countermeasure. The outer sect elder immediately said, "Master Gu, as the future Daoist partner of the Holy Son, please restrain your temper."

Gu Qici's expression instantly shifted from rain and snow to gloom: "That's true, but this token has attracted too much worldly karma, it's too dirty."

She turned and left.

"Master Gu, you don't want this identity token anymore?"

“My things belong only to me. If an outsider touches them, they are destroyed. I never intended to take them back when they were given away.”

The two outer sect elders were delighted and beckoned.

The old cripple, who was about to retrieve the token, missed his target.

"It's been sent."

"It was indeed sent."

The smiles on their faces never faded.

"Fifth-grade Moonstone Iron, sixth-grade Jade! Old Peng, let's split it in half!"

"Yours looks bigger than mine, how about we swap?"

"Mine is bigger than yours. Want to trade? No way!"

Old Peng rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a fight.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Two thunderclaps rang out.

The two elders were caught off guard and were covered in dust and dirt from the explosion.

A large amount of spiritual energy was used to resist the impact, and the flying sword beneath them was difficult to control and maintain balance. In addition, the flight height was not high to begin with, so the two fell one after the other.

The "Wild Geese Landing on the Sandbank" pose, with the buttocks facing upwards.

Chapter 42 Whether it is good or evil, the human heart is the hardest to discern.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa!"

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but the room was surprisingly slightly chilly.

Even though warmth was so close, Liu Xiyao dared not reach out and touch it, a rolled-up paper curtain concealing all her thoughts.

Liu Xiang, however, enjoyed such days, spending his leisure time reclining in a chair, the sunlight shining on him.

Lately, he's developed a rather strong stench of decay.

Only in this way can some of it be dispelled.

Or rather, the taut string has been released, and the obsession with survival has been removed from one's heart.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

He actually understood that his life was pretty much over.

"Old man?"

He's too lazy to move, and lately quite a few people have been trying to curry favor with him.

"Old Master Liu?"

Today happens to be ten days after the Ascension Ceremony.

The story of an old man who knew a disciple being forced into doing menial work had already spread far and wide.

A portly middle-aged man, seeing this, was not annoyed and instead offered her a cup of steaming ginseng tea as a compliment.

"Grandpa Liu, this is a gift from me to you. It's a hundred-year-old ginseng tea. Although it's not of high grade, it can still prolong life and strengthen the body."

Prolong life...

Ho!

Liu Xiang opened his eyes instantly, straightened up, and snatched the ginseng tea with his withered hand, drinking it down like a starving ghost who had not yet been reincarnated.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed twice.

It's extremely rare for someone to choke on hot tea.

I don't know if it's just my imagination or if the ginseng tea is really starting to work.

Liu Xiang felt that his body had regained some strength.

"what's up?"

"No reward without merit" is a new phrase Liu Xiang has recently learned, and these people who are trying to curry favor with him certainly have ulterior motives.

"It's like this, sir, I think my son's talents are wasted on being a menial apprentice... Could you perhaps put in a good word for him? Ah Da, Ah Er, go and bring over my treasured thousand-year-old ginseng, and then get your work done today, sir!"

Xiang Liu looked embarrassed. He was just making empty promises; what could he possibly say? He didn't have that kind of ability.

But... a thousand-year-old ginseng, a cup of century-old ginseng tea can have such an effect.

He wanted to live for another two years...

It's definitely not that he's afraid of death, it's just that he can't bear to leave his granddaughter and wants to see her grow up in peace.

Yes, that's right.

"I'll consider it..."

The middle-aged, short, stout man suddenly realized something, and he pounded his head like a pestle in the ground, prostrating himself on the ground.

"Greetings, Master Gu!"

Gu Qici didn't linger at all, and didn't even glance at him.

Perhaps this person doesn't even exist in her world.

Gu Qici took a few more steps forward, her gaze finally meeting that of Liu Xiyao, who was hiding inside the house.

A cold, emotionless tone: "Come with me."

A flicker of panic crossed Liu Xiyao's eyes.

This feeling is back again...

Her body trembled slightly, and the feeling of helplessness of being swallowed by darkness in her dream enveloped her heart once again.

A deep-seated fear welled up within her, and a voice seemed to transmit from her chest: "Don't go there, please don't go there."

Liu Xiyao quickly shook her head: "I'm not going... my feet hurt..."

Of course, all of that was meaningless in the face of Gu Qici's domineering attitude: "I'm just here to inform you, I didn't ask for your opinion."

Gu Qici said coldly, "After eating and drinking for free at the Heavenly Demon Sect for so long, it's time to make some contributions. We're not running a charity."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Liu Xiang's expression stiffened: "What do you want with my Yao Yao...?"

"The sect leader said he wanted to see her aptitude and whether she could become the opportunity for our Heavenly Demon Sect to suppress the Southern Region."

The middle-aged, short, and fat man rambled incoherently, gesturing wildly as he exclaimed, "Master Liu, we've struck it rich! Being chosen by the sect leader means you're guaranteed to be a personal disciple from the start!"

Personal disciple...

Liu Xiang didn't understand the concept of this word, but he could glean some insight from a token he had acquired back then.

If his granddaughter becomes his personal disciple, does he still need to raise his banner?

A surge of warmth welled up inside her, and she said, "Yaoyao, go with your sister Gu."

Liu Xiyao felt as if something was filling, pressing, and squeezing her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe: "I'm not going..."

Liu Xiang got up, pushed open the door, pulled Liu Xiyao out, and chuckled at Gu Qici: "The child is just throwing a tantrum, Master Gu, don't mind her."

Gu Qici shook her head: "No."

She never argues with the dead.

Liu Xiang lowered his head and sternly reprimanded, "Yao Yao, listen to me. Would Grandpa ever harm you? Do you want to live that kind of life where you never had enough to eat or wear?"

At this moment, the short, fat middle-aged man secretly tugged at Liu Xiang's trouser leg and winked at him.

Liu Xiang understood his meaning: "Have a good chat with your sister Gu on the way. I think your Uncle Pang's son should be qualified to be an outer disciple."

The middle-aged, short, and stout man quickly chimed in, "That's right, Yao Yao. I don't want my son to grow up to be selling alcohol like Uncle Fatty. It's too complicated, and he wouldn't be able to handle it."

Liu Xiyao suddenly realized that it wasn't that the room was cold.

But today's sunshine is unexpectedly cold.