Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Yun Qing was stunned. This child not only loves to court death, but also deserves to be scolded? This is a typical example of a despicable personality.

Are you sure you want to listen?

Jiang Mian nodded, his expression very serious, and even squatted down in front of Yun Qing.

Yun Qing's greatest strength was her rebellious nature. The more he wanted to hear it, the less she wanted to scold him, so she said sarcastically, "I have no interest in scolding people."

Jiang Mian: "After you finish scolding me, I'll rescue you and give you healing pills."

Yun Qing: "No need."

Please.

"Don't beg."

…………

Having already died once and been in a bad mood, Yun Qing then saw Jiang Mian, who had previously been expressionless, now looking at her with starry eyes...

She blurted out, "Are you crazy?"

Jiang Mian nodded repeatedly, "I think so."

Yun Qing: …………

"Do you know why the donkey down the mountain has been so busy since you were born?"

Jiang Mian shook her head.

Yun smiled and said, "Because they'll take turns kicking you in the head."

"Your face is a gift from God, a gift that's been given to you a lot. But you're a bit lacking in brainpower."

Yun Qing shifted her position to make herself more comfortable. "It's a pity she looks like she stepped out of a painting, but her brain is as flat as a blank canvas."

"I've seen people who are talented and hardworking, and I've seen people who are not talented but refuse to accept their fate. But I've never seen anyone as talented as you who spends all their time thinking about how to waste it. Do you know what you're doing? It's like pouring fine wine into a gutter to wash your feet."

"You'll be rid of everything once you're dead, but your master will still have to pay for your coffin. You wasted his resources when you were alive, and now you're wasting his spirit stones after you're dead. Don't you have any conscience?"

Jiang Mian was silent for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Aren't you afraid I'll turn on you?"

"You turn it over." Yun Qing looked at him. "If you turn it over, I can shut up and rest."

Jiang Mian, of course, didn't get angry. On the contrary, she became more and more excited as she listened. "Next time I want to die, can I still come to you to scold me?"

Yun Qing: "…………I'm very busy, don't bother me."

Where did the sect leader find these magical creatures?

Jiang Mian was in a good mood. She stood up again, summoned her flying sword, and said to Yun Qing, "Let's go, I'll take you up."

Fearing he might change his mind again, Yun Qing scrambled onto his flying sword.

Before long, the two arrived at the top of Broken Spirit Cliff.

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Jiang!"

Yun Qing jumped off the flying sword and politely thanked Jiang Mian, but when she looked up, Jiang Mian was gone.

...They really are elusive.

Yun Qing didn't have time to think much, so she sat down and began to regulate her breathing.

Eight hours later is the outer disciple competition. She has to beat Jiang Fu on the stage and expose her while still alive.

The spiritual energy at the top of the cliff is abundant, making it an ideal place for cultivation.

However, after circulating her spiritual energy for one cycle, she frowned. The original body contained a chronic toxin, the Soul-Devouring Powder.

It won't kill you immediately, but it will suddenly block your meridians at a critical moment when spiritual energy is circulating.

No wonder the original owner's cultivation level never improved, and his swordsmanship, which was once outstanding among the outer sect members, also regressed.

What a cunning Jiang Fu! She claims to be a good friend, but secretly uses poison to steal the title of "genius."

Fortunately, in her previous life, Yun Qing had been taken to a few medical cultivation courses by her second senior sister, so she was still familiar with some basic treatment methods.

She stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, where many spiritual plants grew. Because of the remote location, few people picked them.

She picked several medicinal plants that she needed, including those for detoxification, hemostasis, and healing... and then put them in her mouth and chewed them.

The effects of refining spiritual plants into pills would be better, but given the current limitations, we won't worry about that now.

At worst, we can eat a few more plants to fill our stomachs.

The medicinal power of the spiritual plant slowly seeped into her meridians, and the penetrating wound on her chest began to heal. Some of the toxins were suppressed, but not completely cleared away. She was at most seventy or eighty percent healthy.

To beat Jiang Fu on the dueling stage, that's enough...

Meanwhile, Jiang Mian returned to the mountain where his personal disciples lived. As soon as he opened the door to his courtyard, he smelled a burning odor.

"Si Mingche! You're making talismans in my yard again!"

Si Mingche's hand trembled, the pen he was using to draw the talisman veered off course, and the talisman in his hand exploded again!

Jiang Mian's already meager furniture was destroyed in the explosion.

Si Mingche quickly put away his "tools of the crime" and said with a grin, "Junior brother, you're back? Senior brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Mian: "You're planning to blow me up as soon as I get back, aren't you?"

Si Mingche tried to put the table back together, which had been blown in two. "Junior brother, you're mistaken. What I drew was a 'Spiritual Energy Preservation Talisman.' As long as it's applied, it can prevent spiritual energy from dissipating for a short time, increasing cultivation speed. How could it hurt anyone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the table that had just been put back together cracked again.

Jiang Mian snorted coldly, "Then why don't you paint in your own yard?"

Si Mingche felt a little guilty. "This is the first time I've invented this kind of talisman. I'm afraid it might damage my beautiful and cozy little courtyard. Junior brother... you don't come back often, so..."

Jiang Mian was a little tired of "dying," so she ignored his words and lay down on the bed to go to sleep.

Si Mingche, who was bracing himself for a beating from his junior brother: ...Junior brother just went to sleep like that? He's not going to beat me up anymore? This feels so strange.

Something's not right, so he moved closer to Jiang Mian. "Are you in a bad mood because you didn't die? It's okay, your senior brother will think of an even more exciting way for you to die tomorrow."

Jiang Mian didn't want to talk to him, but she was afraid he would keep bothering her, so she made up an excuse, "I've found something more interesting than death, so I don't want to die for now."

Si Mingche began to doubt his ears. Was there really something his junior brother was interested in?

He quickly grabbed Jiang Mian, wanting to get to the bottom of things, and ended up pestering her all night.

Yun Qing opened her eyes at this moment. After resting overnight, her other injuries were mostly healed.

The wound on my chest still needs time to heal, so I can't use a lot of spiritual power. But it's enough to deal with Jiang Fu.

When Yun Qing arrived at the outer disciple competition venue, the competition had reached its final round. As long as Jiang Fu won one more round, she could become a disciple and be promoted to an inner disciple.

The audience was filled with outer disciples and even inner disciples who came to watch the competition, all for Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu has always been very successful in her business, offering pills, spirit stones, and swordsmanship guidance. No outer disciple has ever failed to praise her.

So at this moment, they were shouting at the top of their lungs, "Senior Sister Jiang Fu! We support you!"

"You're definitely going to be number one in this outer sect competition!"

Elder Chen, who was in charge of the outer sect affairs, cleared his throat and called out:

"The final round of the competition will be between Jiang Fu and Yun Qing. Please come to the stage, both disciples."

"Is Yun Qing here? If she doesn't appear after three more counts, she will be considered to have forfeited her qualification for the competition."

"three."

"two."

On the stage, Jiang Fu already wore a victor's smile. That good-for-nothing Yun Qing would not appear again, and the qualification of an inner disciple could only belong to her.

"one……"

Just when Jiang Fu thought Elder Chen was about to announce that she was the winner of this selection, a figure suddenly appeared on the stage.

"Disciple Yun Qing is late, please forgive me, Elder."

When Yun Qing stepped onto the stage, her right hand was still trembling slightly. The toxins had not been completely cleared away, and she only had the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

If Jiang Fu isn't exposed within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she herself will be the one to fall.