After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 132 How about I pick you up from the prison?

"... fate, predetermined by heaven..."

The murmurs had not yet faded away. Shui Lian'er looked up and blinked in confusion: "Li Qian, what did you say?"

Jiang Liqian seemed to come to her senses suddenly and shook her head.

"nothing."

-

Her injuries were almost healed, and Jiang Liqian wanted to go and thank Jiang Xun, but the disciple guarding the gate said that the peak master was in seclusion refining pills, so she could only return with regret.

When she returned to Zhenfeng, her second senior brother was still in seclusion, her eldest senior brother had been sent out of the sect to do some work by the master, and her youngest junior brother was not there. Only her third senior sister was waiting for her in the yard. She checked her over and over several times before she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there have been some monster riots at the foot of the mountain recently, and she and other disciples of the sect have to go out to find out the specific cause, so they must set off immediately.

Jiang Liqian didn't want her to make others wait in vain because of her and waste time, so she repeatedly assured her that she would take good care of herself and told her to go to the meeting point quickly.

After resting up in the house for a while, she released Xiao Jintao from the spirit beast bag.

She squatted down and touched its head, her eyes blurred for a moment.

"Xiao Jintao, tell me, in this world, what will always belong to you?"

Always pious, never betrayal, always present.

Is there such a thing?

But even the illusory fate does not necessarily belong to oneself alone.

The little puppy licked his paws, nudged her palm, and heartlessly turned over on his belly to bask in the sun.

Seeing its carefree and worry-free look, Jiang Liqian couldn't help but smile softly, feeling very envious.

It’s nice to be a puppy with no worries. Every day I just gnaw on demon pills, eat spiritual fruits, bask in the sun, and sleep all day.

But if Little Golden Peach knew that she thought of it so much, she would definitely jump up and bite her.

It's not a pig that eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and then waits to die! It works hard every day to cultivate its luck, okay? It also has great ideals, it's not a salted fish!

Of course, it didn't know what Jiang Liqian was thinking, and Jiang Liqian couldn't guess what it was thinking. She put Xiao Jintao in the yard and went to the master's yard to tell him that she had recovered and could return to Qimingzhai to attend classes tomorrow.

When Master saw her, his expression was rather complicated.

Jiang Liqian also knew that her performance in the arena was a bit too exaggerated. If it weren't for the insights gained from her previous life, she wouldn't have been able to master the Five Elements Magic so skillfully so quickly.

Originally, she didn't want to show off her "strangeness" too much, but when the unexpected happened, she could only save her life.

Fortunately, the master didn't ask her any more questions. He just sighed and said, "Disciple, don't be too hard-working in your daily training. You must know that combining work and rest, and going with the flow and doing nothing, is also a kind of mental training. I really don't mean to be harsh or force you, or to force you to win glory for Zhenfeng. You are still young."

Jiang Liqian was confused.

When did she mention that she had practiced the scroll? Also, she wasn't forced to win glory for Zhenfeng?

Is Master trying to warn her with these words?

Seeing that Jiang Liqian looked thoughtful, Chongdao thought she understood his hint. He stroked his beard with satisfaction and took out a storage bag and gave it to her.

"I have seen your performance in this quiz. Looking across the entire Qimingzhai, no one can compare to you. I am very pleased. This is a reward from you. Keep it."

Jiang Liqian was a little confused about what Chongdao meant. He warned her and then offered her some sweet treats. She understood this method of winning people over, but the key point was - what did the master want?

He didn't tell her what to do, nor did he mean to punish her. Nothing happened in the sect. What's the point of Master coming here like this?

Jiang Liqian couldn't understand it, especially when she left her master's yard and probed her spiritual sense into the storage bag, she found a mountain of high-grade spirit stones piled inside, her doubts deepened.

No reward without merit. Her ranking hasn't come out yet, but Master said he would reward her. No matter how you look at it, there seems to be something wrong.

Of course, she would never admit that she was just thinking too much.

There was nothing to do for the time being. There were not many people in the peak, and the senior brothers and sisters all had their own things to do. Xiao Jintao wanted to sleep, and she didn't want to practice. For some unknown reason, she walked to the cave where her junior brother was in seclusion.

In the Qiankun Sect, each main peak will open up a separate open space, guide the spiritual veins to hide in it, build a stone river on the dome, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and dig nearly a hundred caves for the disciples in the peak to practice in seclusion.

She stood in front of the tightly closed stone door, raised her hand to place it on the restriction, paused, and then gently put it down.

"Junior brother," she said, looking at the stone gate, her voice crisp and cheerful, "How about I come and pick you up from seclusion in three years?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, and her slender fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the Zhenling Pearl hanging on her waist. It seemed that there was a clear spring sound flowing through, and circles of light blue light were rippling.

The mountain wind was cold and no one responded to her.

Jiang Liqian just stood in front of the stone gate and then left.

Inside the cave, the frail young boy leaned against the stone door with a pale face, his snow-white robe soaked with large patches of blood-red plum blossoms.

His bloodless knuckles touched the stone door behind him inch by inch, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a word. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and turned his head to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Not far away, a girl in black clothes and a gauze hat sat on a cold stone with her arms folded, looking at him indifferently.

After the other person's painful and rapid expression slowed down, she asked coldly: "Can you still survive?"

The young boy covered his chest and did not answer her. He stumbled back to sit on the mat, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, closed his eyes and meditated again.

However, the next second, his face changed and he spat out blood again.

But this time, he seemed unable to hold on any longer and fainted with his eyes closed.

The girl in black didn't even have the interest to go forward and take a look at whether he was alive or dead. She just raised her wrist and looked at the faintly visible transparent silk thread wrapped around it, patiently waiting for the young boy to die, and the restrictions he set would disappear.

It’s a pity that although the silk thread is as thin as a cicada’s wing, it never fades or loses its strength.

What an amazing willpower. Even in this state, he can still survive.

Constrained by the constraints, the girl frowned and could only stand up and jump off the stone, walk to the boy, squat down and place her hand on his wrist, passing him some divine power to help him recover.

Soon, the boy's beautiful eyelashes trembled, and his eyes, full of stars, slowly opened as if washed by spring water.

"An overly powerful formation, without strong cultivation to support it, will only drain your life."