A million in return: My senior brother is so generous!

Ye Yaoer felt like she had a very long dream.

In the dream, her father and mother were still there, and even her grandfather was not killed by the people of the Ye family. They were all by her side.

Everyone said that she had rare immortal roots and was destined to become an immortal.

As the dream progressed, her father and mother left her, and her grandfather became the only relative who stayed with her, until one day her grandfather was also killed.

She was the only one left in the entire branch family.

So lonely.

So cold——

Until a figure appeared in her dream.

This person looked exactly like her!

"Don't be afraid, Yaoer, I am you, you are me, I am you from ten years later..."

"I will protect you and will never let you get hurt again..."

...

In the dark and deep cave.

The girl lying on the ground slowly opened her eyes, her eyes as bright as obsidian, and in her heart still echoed the words Ye Yaoer said to her ten years later.

She said that soon, someone from Daotian Sword Sect would come to pick her up and take her to join Daotian Sword Sect.

That person's name was Jiang Feng, and he was her future senior brother.

For that senior brother, Ye Yaoer ten years later had only two words to describe him - "scumbag!"

...

At the same time.

Daotian Secret Realm.

In a dangerous place.

This place seemed to have experienced a war countless years ago. There were unknown corpses everywhere, most of which were human-shaped corpses, emitting precious light, like the corpses of gods.

Other corpses were tall beasts, with skeletons hundreds of feet high, and some were even as high as mountains.

The accumulation of countless corpses directly led to the red mist covering thousands of miles of this dangerous place. Ordinary people would be poisoned to death as long as they took a breath.

In the depths of the dangerous place, a human-shaped body eight hundred feet high was kneeling on the ground, with a long spear piercing his chest. It was unknown how many years it had been dead.

This corpse was covered in golden armor. Even though it had been dead for tens of thousands of years, the corpse still showed no signs of decay.

Such a tall and mighty corpse was enough to shock people just by looking at it from a distance!

Above the corpse, two figures were sitting there, playing chess on a chessboard condensed by Taoism, seemingly not caring at all about how dangerous the surrounding environment was.

One of the two figures was a beautiful woman, while the other was more like a soul-like existence, with a body that was almost transparent, and only a man could be seen.

If Jiang Feng was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the woman was actually his master Ji Ziyue!

During the time he disappeared, Ji Ziyue seemed to have been in the Daotian Secret Realm.

"Wentian, I won again. It seems that your chess skills have not improved over the years."

As a white piece fell, Ji Ziyue smiled at the corner of her mouth, with a bit of pride in her eyes.

The charm of that moment seemed to make the whole world pale in comparison.

The man she called Wentian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Lord Qingfeng, how can I compare to you? You are the blood of an ancient mythical beast, and you were once the supreme being of the upper world."

Ji Ziyue seemed to be very pleased with his flattering praise and nodded slightly.

Suddenly, she said "Huh".

"Lord Qingfeng, what's wrong?" Wentian asked hurriedly.

Ji Ziyue did not answer immediately, but closed her eyes and silently sensed something.

Finally, she said with interest: "Two souls in one body, it's really interesting. It seems that I have to give that guy another little junior sister."

Wentian wanted to ask something, but Ji Ziyue had already stood up and was ready to leave.

"Wentian, I should go. As for what I promised you, I will do it sooner or later."

After saying that, Ji Ziyue waved her hand, and the entire Daotian Secret Realm trembled, and then a huge crack appeared, and her figure disappeared in the crack.

After Ji Ziyue left, Wentian, who was still standing, looked at the corpse under him, and felt like crying but had no tears.

"Didn't we agree that if I lose ten chess games to you, you will pull out the immortal weapon from my body?

Lord Qingfeng, do you know how hard it is to lose to you?"

...

Daotian Sword Sect.

These days, Jiang Feng had nothing to do, so he wandered around the sect as usual, but unfortunately he didn't encounter anything interesting.

However, the female disciples in the sect seemed to have a lot more eyes on him...

After the things in the space ring were used up, he knew that he had to find a way to get some contribution points and exchange them for things like skills in the sect.

Otherwise, there was no way to return the critical hit.

Fortunately, he had already thought of a good way.

He copied the critical hit return skill reward from his memory, and then sent it to the sect's skill pavilion to exchange for a lot of contribution points.

Among them, the Tianjie body skill "Treading Snow Without Trace" that was given to Xiao Yurou before was exchanged for 50,000 contribution points.

The Heaven-level sword technique Taixuan sword technique given to Shangguan Ling'er was exchanged for a full 100,000 contribution points!

When Jiang Feng casually took out two Heaven-level skills from the Skill Pavilion, everyone looked at him with a strange look.

He could only explain that these skills were given to him by his master.

He received a lot of envious looks.

Look, this is his master!

Using these contribution points, Jiang Feng exchanged two Xuan-level skills from the Skill Pavilion.

It's not that he doesn't want to exchange for higher-level skills, but if he wants to exchange for skills above the Xuan level, his status must at least reach the level of a deacon.

Or he can only exchange for people who have made special contributions to the sect.

After he gave the two skills to Xiao Yurou and Shangguan Ling'er respectively, the favorability of the two junior sisters naturally increased a little.

…

"Ding! Detected that the host gave the Xuan-level top-grade swordsmanship 'Netherworld Swordsmanship' to Xiao Yurou, whether to return the critical strike?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations to the host for triggering a 10,000-fold critical strike! Obtained the Tian-level middle-grade swordsmanship 'Nine Nether Swordsmanship'!"

…

"Ding! Detected that the host gave the Xuan-level top-grade body movement 'Ghost Shadow Mirage' to Shangguan Ling'er, whether to return the critical strike?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations to the host for triggering a 30,000-fold critical strike! Obtained the Tian-level top-grade body movement 'Flying Fairy Steps'!"

…

In just a few days, Jiang Feng transformed from a poor cultivator to a Jindan-stage cultivator with four Tian-level skills.

If he said he was unhappy, it would be a lie.

He couldn't wait to show his strength, but it would take some time for the Daotian Secret Realm to open.

At this moment, Jiang Feng suddenly sensed something and looked up into the sky.

A black crack suddenly appeared in the sky of Zizhu Peak, and then a jade foot stepped out of it and stepped on Jiang Feng's face.

Jiang Feng: "..."

The owner of this jade foot happened to be the returning Ji Ziyue.

Ji Ziyue felt something under her feet, lowered her head in confusion, and almost fell from the sky after seeing Jiang Feng's calm eyes.

A moment later.

In the pavilion.

"Disciple, what were you doing there just now?"

Thinking about what happened just now, Ji Ziyue's fair cheeks rarely had a blush. She just stepped on her disciple's face, and it was impossible to say that she was not embarrassed.

However, who asked this kid to stay in that position!

Jiang Feng knew that even if he complained, he would not get any good results, so he replied: "Master, I was just comprehending the Tao."

"Well, if you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have noticed it."

Ji Ziyue's fair face showed a bit of surprise.

"Disciple, I've only been away for a few days, how come your cultivation has reached the Jindan stage?"

Jiang Feng's heart "clicked".

Oh no, has he really been noticed?

But although he was a little flustered, he still responded calmly: "Master, I went out to practice and had an adventure, so..."

He didn't know if he could fool him this way.

Who knew that Ji Ziyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, "I said, you are a useless spiritual root, how can you reach the Jindan stage by practicing on your own?"

It hurts!

Jiang Feng wanted to roll his eyes, but he was afraid that this master would slap him to death.