The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment-Chapter 8Book 11: (1)

Just as the New Year had passed, the whole Duxian sect became busy from top to bottom.

At the beginning of March.

The Duxian sect will hold the traditional competition among newly enrolled disciples for the past three sessions.

At the end of March.

The Duxian Sect's Immortality Promotion Meeting will be held again.

This time is different from the past.

Thanks to Ju Yunzi and the Blood Tree Patriarch entering the Transmigration Stage successively.

Thanks to the great renown that Bai Lian has recently gained from her adventures abroad.

Many geniuses originally not interested in the Duxian Sect changed their goals, so the Duxian Sect held the Immortality Promotion Meeting one year ahead of schedule.

It is still one month before the grand event, yet the small town at the foot of Duxian sect is already overcrowded.

The dream of longevity is very attractive.

Few people had arrived in town from a very far away place in the first half of last year.

Just for a good start, not for anything else!

Here are heroes.

Her are rich men.

Here are ladies of big families.

Here are also peddlers, impoverished people trying to defy fate, and scholars carefully chasing after fox fairies in the mountains.

A hundred people have a hundred characters.

No matter how different they are, what they hope for is the same equality.

[The immortal caresses my head, leading me to long life.]

"If possible, I certainly hope to join the Qiongming Peak - how great it is!"

(Translated by Gravity Tales ??)

"Stop dreaming, the Qiongming Peak only accepts female disciples."

"My knife is sharp and I can be a woman anytime!"

"…"

"In my opinion, the Chingming Peak is the best. It is thanks to White Emperor Bai Lian alone that the Qiongming Peak becomes outstanding, but the Chingming Peak has more strong disciples."

"No no no, let's go with the Zhuyan peak. I like the name Zhuyan!"

"I will always support Yunluo Peak!"

In a teahouse.

People listened to the bookman telling stories about the Immortals with great enthusiasm, while also talking loudly.

Maybe this is the heat that dreams give off!

Only the girl sitting by the northwest corner table seemed out of place.

The girl had a beautiful face, she had an ordinary cascading bun and a pair of black eyes filled with spirit.

She was wearing a deep brown cloth dress, with a cracked wooden sword by her right foot.

Alas.

The girl suddenly sighed.

She arrived in town yesterday evening in a light rain.

Like others, she came to join the Duxian sect.

But unlike others, she is not after the dream of immortality.

"Immortal?"

She is already a cultivator.

Two years ago, she had already succeeded in Foundation Establishment with the help of Heaven's Way Elixir.

If there hadn't been any unexpected developments, she might already have touched the heel of the Golden Core Stage by now.

After all, her family was a well-known cultivation clan from the Sand Region. Her ancestors had even gone through the Soul Changing Stage.

She herself was also deserving of such praise as being "gifted".

[Water-type Spiritual Root with Evaporation Characteristics!]

Even in the Wushan Holy Palace, one of the four great sects, such qualifications also belong to the upper level.

The girl was not worried at all that she would not pass the Duxian sect's assessment.

She just worried about how she could join the Qiongming Peak.

That woman…

The girl thought of An Lan.

Before she came, she had read a lot of information about the Qiongming Peak.

Since An Lan settled in the Qiongming Peak, she has not taken on a new disciple in nearly eighty Immortality Promotion Meetings.

The Qiongming Peak had several new disciples thanks to Bai Lian's efforts.

From this, it can be seen that An Lan has no interest in "raising children," which has become a huge obstacle for her to join the Qiongming Peak.

How worried can you be?

Like a river flowing eastward!

The girl twisted her legs uneasily.

If she is not able to join the Qiongming Peak, then when will she be able to complete her task?

It's too tiring!

She turned her head.

The conversation shifted from discussing which peak was better for the Duxian sect to discussing Bai Lian.

They first praised Bai Lian for what she did in Qingxu.

"White Emperor Bai Lian wanted to give that merperson a chance to reform, but the merperson was so arrogant that White Emperor Bai Lian had no choice but to reluctantly shoot it dead."

"There was the Green Emperor in the past, but now we have the White Emperor!"

Then they talked about their experiences on the way to the Duxian sect.

"When the manager of the flying boat heard that the cultivator was White Emperor Bai Lian's Younger Martial Brother, he immediately waived the fee for him."

"Oh no, my younger sister has gone mad. She insists she will only marry White Emperor Bai Lian!"

"Isn't this a stretch? Only the Eldest Princess of Heluo Country is worthy of White Emperor Bai Lian."

"I'm not kidding, your sister's chest is too flat. She has no chance!"

[Flat]

The girl lowered her head slowly upon hearing this.

She is not at all [flat].

What she saw now was a pair of genuine "snow peaks".

Of course.

The most eye-catching is the mountain road sandwiched between the snow peaks.

This road is narrow and gloomy, further accentuating the majestic peaks.

"Does Bai Lian really like this type?"

The girl propped up her chin with her hand and gradually drifted off into memories.

…

Twenty days ago.

Deep in the Sand Region, beneath a desolate sand pit.

The girl, having received the command, walked into the dimly lit room expressionless.

The room was crowded with many people.

But the girl was completely unconcerned with it; she only felt cold.

It's cold outside, and also cold inside.

She wanted to go home, but she was afraid to go home.

She witnessed those sitting around the flame slay a cultivator at the Transcendency Stage with a single strike.

She was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, her strength wasn't even strong enough to damage a thread on their clothes, right?

Running is impossible.

"For my father!"

The young girl sighed softly when she thought of her father, bedridden and unable to get up.

Last year.

Her father attempted to forcibly break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, but due to consuming too many Medicinal Pills, caused a pill poisoning outbreak.

The result was that his Nascent Soul failed to be born, and his broken Golden Core could not be recombined.

The girl could only put her hope in these unexpected strangers.

After calming down, the girl began to think about why she was called here.

"Test drug?"

"Life sacrifice?"

"So they want me to be a cultivation cauldron then?"

The girl's face changed slightly.

Because the people around her were all the same age, she more and more felt that the guess of the "cultivation cauldron" must be true.

The girl clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails were almost embedded in her skin.

She closed her eyes and only reopened them after a long while.

"For my father!"

At that moment, it felt as though something had escaped from her body, and the girl suddenly lost all her strength. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

She sat dumbfounded.

Long time.

The voices of the several mysterious cloaked figures woke her up.

"This must be done with caution, and we must not let others see through our intentions."

Yes.

The girl gave a wry smile.