Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Finally, evening arrived, and Yun Qing took out her sword and practiced her moves. The time she had agreed upon with the patriarch was almost up, and if he saw how diligent she was, his impression of her would be even better.

That way, he won't mind that she read his critiqued version of the sword manual, even though she was the one reading it passively.

Sure enough, when Yin Shuang floated over, his originally cold face began to warm up. The little girl was not only sweet-talking but also diligent. He was right about her.

He thought this in his heart, but didn't say it aloud. "Wrong, wrong! You can't even wield the basic sword techniques properly. The Cheng Tian Sect is truly declining with each generation. You disciples aren't even a tenth as good as we were back then!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qing immediately stopped, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Grandmaster is right! It's all my fault for being so foolish. Please, Grandmaster, teach me!"

Yin Shuang cleared her throat twice. "Um... you've already read the sword manuals?"

Yun Qing is so shrewd! This is the master trying to trick her into revealing information. If he knew she was secretly mocking his manuscript behind his back, he would probably turn her into a ghost too.

"This disciple has read them all. The Grandmaster's understanding of swordsmanship is profound, and this disciple has benefited greatly from it, although there are some parts that I don't quite understand."

Yin Shuang probed again, "What do you think of those small characters?"

Yun Qing tilted her head, looking puzzled. "What small character?"

Yin Shuang frowned. Had he misremembered? Had he not sent the wrong version?

He couldn't find the manuscript in his mind, and the girl's expression didn't seem to be speaking. Could it be that her cultivation level was too low, so she couldn't see those small words?

Never mind, it's not important anymore. It's good that I didn't see it.

That's great that he didn't lose face.

"You just said there was something you didn't understand. Show me how you wield your sword."

Yun Qing became serious in an instant. She said that it was no lie to say that there were things she didn't understand. Since she had finally found a senior to guide her, she had to seize the opportunity.

She demonstrated the Lingyun Sword Style from beginning to end, with Yin Shuang occasionally pointing out her mistakes.

Sure enough, Yin Shuang lived up to her reputation as the number one swordsman back then. In just one hour, Yun Qing's understanding of swordsmanship had become much more thorough.

"Alright, that's enough for today. See you at the same time tomorrow."

Yin Shuang's soul was fading, and just as she was about to leave, she heard Yun Qing sigh.

He turned around and said unhappily, "What's wrong? Do you think I'm a bad teacher?"

Yun Qing quickly waved her hand, "Grandmaster, of course that's not what I meant. I sighed because I'm afraid I won't be able to keep our appointment on time tomorrow..."

"Why? Why are you leaving the Stele Forest?"

Yin Shuang's face darkened upon hearing this. As expected of a young person, they couldn't even last long.

"How could I bear to leave the Stele Forest? I haven't even properly cultivated my relationship with the patriarch yet..."

Yun Qing paused, then adopted a wronged expression and continued, "But someone wants to kill me... I'm just a weak inner disciple, I can't possibly defeat him. My death is the least of my worries, but I'm afraid of letting down the founder's expectations of me..."

As she spoke, Yun Qing began to sob.

Yin Shuang flew into a rage, "Who dares to lay a hand on you under my nose? Tell me, and I guarantee you'll be safe and sound."

So Yun Qing told Yin Shuang about Elder Zhao's formation in the Stele Forest and what Elder Zhao had done to her before she entered the Stele Forest.

Of course, she concealed the process of taking revenge on Elder Zhang.

Yin Shuang was so angry that her soul solidified. "Outrageous! Don't be afraid, I'm here. Even if he's the sect leader, I won't let him get away with this, let alone if he's an inner sect elder!"

Yin Shuang was so angry not only because he felt sorry for Yun Qing, but also because he couldn't tolerate the infighting within Chengtian Sect, especially that a dignified elder would harm a disciple, who was the hope of the sect!

After dealing with her ancestor, Yun Qing decided to go find her beloved eighth-generation ancestor, wondering what he was up to now.

Her great-great-grandfather, who had lived eight generations before her, was squatting in front of his own grave, muttering to himself, "How should we scare her today? This sudden appearance is definitely not going to work..."

"Or maybe I should make my soul look uglier? That might be something to try..."

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

Qingyuan suddenly screamed and darted five meters away, his soul, which he had painstakingly nurtured, almost dissipated again.

It turned out that while he wasn't paying attention, Yun Qing quietly walked up to him and squatted down. "Senior, what are you doing?"

Yun Qing looked completely innocent. "Senior, are you alright? I didn't mean to..."

Having failed to scare Yun Qing yet again, Qingyuan wilted. "What are you doing here?"

Yun Qing immediately began to act, recounting how Elder Zhao planned to kill her and what he had done to her before.

Sure enough, Qingyuan was also enraged. "You little brat, just you wait! I'll show you what I'm made of."

After doing all this, Yun Qing returned to the formation Elder Zhao had set up for her and sat down cross-legged.

He was cultivating his spiritual energy as usual when he suddenly collapsed, convulsed, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Elder Zhao, who had been secretly watching from the sidelines, was overjoyed. Had his skill in setting up the formation improved again? He succeeded so quickly?!

He couldn't wait to crawl out of the bushes and run to Yun Qing's side, wanting to see if she was really dead.

Just as he crouched down, a voice came from above, "You brat! What are you doing?!"

Elder Zhao looked up and saw two ghosts floating in mid-air. His face turned pale with fright, and he retreated repeatedly, crying out, "Ghosts!"

Yin Shuang and Qing Yuan's faces turned quite ugly upon hearing his shout. At this moment, Yun Qing, who was on the ground, also sat up and added fuel to the fire:

"Grandmaster, Ancestor Qingyuan, you have endured loneliness and protected Chengtian Sect here for hundreds of years, and he actually called you ghosts. This person has ulterior motives and doesn't take you seriously at all."

Yin Shuang's face was as black as could be. He floated in mid-air, looking down at Elder Zhao, "Who are you calling a ghost?"

Elder Zhao's legs went weak, and he knelt down, kowtowing as he explained, "Two... Ancestors, that's not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean?" Qingyuan floated over as well. "Do you look down on us old men? Do you think we're useless after we die, so you dare to kill the successor we've chosen right under our noses?"

"Successor...?" Elder Zhao looked up at Yun Qing, about to say something, but was interrupted by Qing Yuan.

"What? You disagree? Do we, the receivers of the summons, have to report to you?"

"I...I wouldn't dare!"

Elder Zhao kowtowed repeatedly, his face covered in blood; anyone who didn't know better would think that someone's firecrackers had come to life.

Yin Shuang waved her sleeve impatiently, and Elder Zhao was sent flying ten meters away. "Alright, stop kowtowing, it's so noisy."

Elder Zhao scrambled to his feet, trembling as he said, "Thank you both for sparing my life. I know I was wrong."

He fell right at the core of the formation, and at that moment the formation activated...