“You are… Old Jin!!” Miao Miaomiao looked at the old man before her with surprise, “You can really enter other people’s dreams?”
“It’s just a trivial trick, not worth mentioning.”
Old Jin replied casually, sizing up the young girl before him. A strange look flashed in his eyes, “Qi Refining Seventh Layer, Nether Spirit Root? Hiss~~ No, that’s not right. You don’t have the aura of a living person, nor the aura of a dead person! … What exactly have you experienced?”
Old Jin had seen countless monstrous talents and geniuses in his life.
But this one before him was truly bizarre, instantly piquing his interest.
“Sigh! It’s no harm telling you. I was originally a disciple of the Tianji Sect…” Miao Miaomiao did not hide anything, rambling on and telling him everything the original owner had gone through.
Old Jin became furious upon hearing this: “What a Tianji Sect, what a Ku Chenzi! On the surface, they look respectable and proper, but I never expected them to be so berserk behind the scenes!!”
Under the banner of Righteous Sects, yet they would use such vicious methods against a young girl! Such conduct is no different from an Evil Cultivator.
“Exactly!” Miao Miaomiao sighed softly, “The reason beasts are beasts is because they cannot do human things. But some people appear human on the surface, yet the things they do have nothing to do with being human. Therefore, some people are worse than beasts.”
Old Jin nodded silently, “Then do you hate them in your heart?”
As he asked this, he found it somewhat ridiculous. Anyone treated that way couldn't possibly not hate them.
Miao Miaomiao did not answer. While she certainly hated them, one first needed the capital to seek revenge.
She looked at him seriously, “If I said I wanted his entire Sect annihilated, would you think I was a bit berserk?”
“What’s so strange about that?” Old Jin replied dismissively, “If it were me, even an earthworm in his Sect, I would dig it out and split it vertically! Ants would be mashed into paste, ancestral tablets burned to ash, and then scattered to the winds…”
“Cool!” Miao Miaomiao silently gave him a thumbs-up. As expected of him, a ruthless figure of his generation, his reputation was well-deserved.
“However, in my current condition, I might not be able to help you much. It mainly depends on yourself.”
“I understand.”
“Mm~” Old Jin nodded, pausing his tone, “Since you have arrived at my Ninth Peak, from now on, you and I are Master and Disciple. Let me briefly tell you about the situation on our Ninth Peak first.
Before you, I accepted five other disciples, so you will be Old Six from now on.”
Miao Miaomiao: “…” Who knew that I, Miao Mou, would have a day where I legitimately become Old Six.
In the original book, the descriptions of the Luoyun Sect were extremely few. Moreover, Miao Miaomiao always only read the parts she liked, so she had no impression of this Sect or any of its members.
She cupped her hands, “Thank you, Master…”
“Hey~” Before she could finish speaking, Old Jin interrupted, “Call me Old Jin in private; it sounds more intimate that way.”
“Okay, Old Jin.” Miao Miaomiao nodded obediently.
“Also, my Ninth Peak is different from the other peaks. We don’t have so-called Inner or Outer Disciples; we only have Direct Disciples, and we don’t focus on tedious formalities. But as a measure of the Sect’s combat strength, being invincible among peers is the basic requirement.”
Upon hearing this, Miao Miaomiao immediately became expectant, “Then when can you start teaching me cultivation?”
“Old Six, I know you are anxious, but please calm down first.” Old Jin stroked his beard, unhurriedly continuing, “Now that you have been completely reborn, the Cultivation Method from the Tianji Sect before is no longer suitable for you.
Your Master must first find a suitable Cultivation Method for you! Building a solid foundation is the utmost priority.”
Saying this, he frowned, “Hiss~~ Where did I put that Cultivation Method? Under the bed? No, that’s not right. On the roof beam? Hmm~ that doesn’t seem right either. In the crack of a shoe sole? Ugh~ still not right…”
After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't recall where it was.
Old Jin chuckled awkwardly, “That Cultivation Method is too obscure; I suddenly can’t remember where I put it. How about this, wait for me to think carefully, and I’ll give you an answer tomorrow.”
Miao Miaomiao nodded, showing understanding. Elderly people, being old, naturally have poor memory.
“Old Jin, you mentioned I have five fellow disciples above me; where are they? Why haven’t I seen any of them?”
Old Jin replied calmly, “Those few are not in the Sect right now; you will meet them later.”
He paused, then deliberately added, “None of them are normal people, so you can prepare yourself mentally beforehand.”
Having said that, he laughed heartily, “I almost forgot, you aren't normal either. My Ninth Peak is known as the gathering place for monstrous talents, and it truly lives up to its name!”
Listening to his words, Miao Miaomiao felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. So, in this whole family of ours, not a single normal person can be found~
She didn't know where he got his sense of pride from.
“In your current state, is there any way for you to recover?”
“Wait until you reach the Tribulation Crossing Realm first!” Old Jin did not elaborate further on that topic.
Indeed, I am still too weak right now. Miao Miaomiao nodded slightly, changing the subject, “Tomorrow I will go to the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion to choose my Natal Artifact. Do you have any inside information or good suggestions?”
Old Jin thought for a moment and replied, “The Luoyun Sect’s treasured artifact—the Heart-Questioning Sword. Ever since the previous Sword Master perished, it has become masterless. You might try to see if you can pull it out of the Sword Stone.”
Heart-Questioning Sword, Miao Miaomiao silently noted it down.
Afterward, the two chatted for a few more sentences, and Old Jin withdrew from her Dream Realm.
He thought to himself: This woman is an anomaly among anomalies; perhaps she truly can create a miracle in the future!
*
The next morning.
Miao Miaomiao arrived outside the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, and the other newly initiated disciples arrived one after another.
A moment later, Sect Master Mo Changfeng walked over with brisk steps. As the high-ranking leader, he gave a few symbolic words before leading everyone into the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.
Inside, various dazzling Magic Tools of all shapes and sizes made people’s eyes swim.
In the deepest part of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, in the center of a pitch-black stone platform, stood a Precious Sword that was entirely crimson. The sword might emanating from it sent chills down everyone’s backs.
Mo Changfeng walked slowly to the stone platform and introduced it, “This is the Heart-Questioning Sword, the treasured artifact of our Luoyun Sect! Among you, whoever can pull it out, this sword will belong to them.”
“Me, me!” Upon hearing it was the treasured artifact, everyone raised their hands as if injected with adrenaline.
Obtaining this sword meant soaring to success!
Miao Miaomiao was naturally tempted, but her gaze inadvertently fell upon a dusty lump of unknown object in the corner.
A look of doubt immediately appeared in her eyes. What is that thing? It’s roundish, looking a bit like a Millstone?
She couldn't figure out why such an unimpressive object would appear in the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion. It couldn't possibly be one of the divine weapons here, could it?
No, impossible! Even if it were, only a fool would choose it as their Natal Artifact.
It’s such a large lump, weighing at least three to five hundred jin; forget about fighting, it’s unknown whether one could even lift it.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the Heart-Questioning Sword again, a satisfied smile appearing on her face, “This is the weapon a girl should use.”
Mo Changfeng waved his hand, “Alright, everyone take turns coming forward! Everyone has a chance.”
Initially, everyone was eager, but soon they left dejectedly.
The first dozens of people used all their strength but couldn't even budge the Heart-Questioning Sword in the slightest.
“Let me try!” When Miao Miaomiao stepped forward, she instantly became the focus of the crowd.
Everyone had witnessed her strange nature; perhaps she could truly create a Miracle! Even Mo Changfeng held high hopes for her.
“Little cutie, come home with me obediently!” Miao Miaomiao circled the Precious Sword once and reached out her left hand to grasp the hilt.
“Rise!” she shouted loudly, exerting sudden force, and a crisp sound of “kaka~” followed.