A woman in white robes and ink-black hair leaned dejectedly against the well, lost in thought as Qiann Yan observed, propping up a giant sword. Struggle, anger, sadness, pain, disappointnt, and despair were evident between her brows.
Not knowing what she was thinking, the white-robed woman cried silently. Tears flowed like a small stream, unstoppable, dripping and dropping into the soil, soaking it.
After a long while, the woman in white suddenly stood and bowed to Qiann Yan: "Greetings, senior."
"Speak your wish."
The woman in white: "I hope senior can help protect my six disciples, so they don’t et the sa tragic fate. It’s my incompetence, weakness, and overly valuing familial bonds that led each of them to a sad end. They either fell or beca crippled, or fell into demon causing endless slaughter, ultimately punished by heaven with their soul flying and scattering. It’s my fault for failing them, as their master, I accepted them but didn’t protect them."
"It’s my foolishness, manipulated by blood ties and familial bonds." Speaking of these, the white-robed woman burst into tears, "I hope those with talent have the opportunity for Ascension, and those without can live peacefully for a lifeti in the Cultivation World. Their destiny shouldn’t have been this way, it’s as their master who failed to act..."
Qiann Yan spent an hour listening to the white-robed woman’s story; her plight was both pitiful and infuriating, and those disciples were unlucky enough.
"Before agreeing to your wish, I must ask your thoughts on those related by blood to you. If you still care about them, I won’t help fulfill your wish. Keeping them prancing around in front of you makes very uncomfortable."
The woman in white let out a bleak laugh: "Senior, do as you please, I owe them nothing. Only my six disciples are owed."
"Well, you have so awareness, then I agree to your wish."
The white-robed woman watched the person she called senior, though in the shape of a little girl, drag a rusty giant sword and jump into the well emitting white light, feeling a bit hopeful.
She wasn’t a good master, luckily she stumbled upon this wishing place.
System 666: [Chu Fairy, when there’s exciting scenes on the other side, I will help you broadcast them over.]
"Thank you, System senior."
[You might as well call System Master, calling senior sounds strange.]
"Alright, System Master."
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"Chu XiaoYuee, these are Spiritual dicine diligently cultivated by us Bao Yuee Peak disciples. No matter what you say, I won’t let you pick them all today." Xu Cai, small in stature, blocked Chu XiaoYuee’s path, "You also have Water and Wood Dual Spirit Roots. If you want Spiritual dicine, grow them yourself."
"Xu Cai, if you know what’s good for you, quickly step aside or obediently offer the Spiritual dicine. What Bao Yuee Peak disciples have cultivated, who is the Peak Master of Bao Yuee Peak?"
"That’s my elder sister!"
"Is it not normal for to take so things from my elder sister’s place?"
"Get out of the way quickly or I won’t be polite." Chu XiaoYuee flicked the whip in her hand, said disdainfully, "I do have Water and Wood Spirit Root, but I must cultivate in peace and ascend to Immortal in the future. There are Spiritual dicine here at elder sister’s place, why waste ti growing them on my own, taking it is to elevate you."
"No, these are Spiritual dicine I have carefully nurtured and have not reached maturity. I won’t allow it." Xu Cai recalled when Bao Yuee Peak disciples t people from cloud Climing Peak, they always suffered losses; even if her master provided compensation, she felt very sad about it.
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