The villain's daily corpse collection

The speed of comprehension alone is indeed not as fast as the complementary cooperation of the two. In the final period of practice, Qingjue did not cause any more trouble, but cooperated very well with Wangwei and provided Wangwei with many "shortcuts" in practice.

"Sister, do you think I'm sincere? I came up with these when I was a teenager. Although they sound a bit tricky, they're actually quite useful!"

"It's okay."

Qingjue changed the way she called her "cousin" from the beginning to "sister".

Wang Wei was very resistant to this title, but she couldn't get rid of Qingjue who was "brainwashing" her every day. She tried to correct him several times but failed, and it wasn't a big deal, so she just let it go.

Wang Wei looked at the timekeeping device and thought that tomorrow would be the day to leave the trial barrier. He wondered how Huo Feng was living outside alone and hoped that his mother would not make things difficult for him.

During the final few days of sprint training, she didn't have the heart to think too much. The most important thing was to solve the current problems and achieve her goals.

After spending these few days together, Wang Wei had some new opinions about Qingjue.

Qingjue is not the unruly and unreasonable young lady she looks like. When she calms down, she has many insights into the magic and skills of immortality.

Besides practicing, she even cooks. She brought the hot dishes to Wang Wei for tasting. Wang Wei was very cautious, fearing that he would be tricked by this invisible trick, but in fact, the food tasted very good.

"It's okay."

Wang Wei couldn't give a higher evaluation, not because she didn't want to, but because of her personality. But Qing Jue was not satisfied after hearing these two words, so she kept taking out her good things to observe Wang Wei's reaction.

Until the last day, Wang Wei couldn't bear it anymore and broke the peace and harmony of the recent days.

"You've done a lot these days, so take a break." Qingjue put down the dough in her hand after hearing this. She was making a new pastry she had learned.

"Sister, do you have a favorite flavor or style? As long as you tell me, there's nothing I can't do!" She was full of confidence, her tone playful and a little proud.

Wang Wei patted the cushion beside him, motioning the other party to sit down and talk.

"Do you like cooking?"

"Well, cooking is my way to relieve stress. I've cooked a lot in the past, but no one has ever praised me. They think I'm wasting time, so they just turn off the stove and dump all the food I've cooked on the floor."

Wang Wei sighed and suddenly felt terrible about herself - in fact, she had thought so before. Like Qing Jue's former spoilsport elders, she believed that talented cultivators should practice hard and become strong in one fell swoop, instead of... being a useless cook.

"pretty good."

Wang Wei picked up the remaining bean cake on the table last night and stuffed it into her mouth. Qing Jue immediately grabbed her wrist and said nervously: "This is leftover food, don't eat it!"

But she was still a step too slow, and Wang Wei had already swallowed the dessert that melted in her mouth.

“Haha…hahahaha…” Wang Wei chuckled. She had hardly shown any expression these days, and now that she laughed, Qingjue was surprised for a long time.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, I didn't poison you!"

Maybe it was because Qingjue was so familiar with these methods that he made the clarification immediately, which made Wang Wei laugh even louder.

After a long time, Wang Wei finally stopped, took a few sips of cold tea, and said, "Then you must take the position of clan leader. Not for their expectations and demands, but for yourself."

"Huh? What does this mean?"

“You can’t do what you really like because you have lost the power to choose. As a person without power, you can only let those in power manipulate you. You need to face up to your own preferences instead of listening to the interference of others in your preferences.”

Qingjue blinked her almond-shaped eyes. She seemed to understand Wang Wei's meaning...

Wang Wei continued, "As the clan leader, you can freely choose to cook or practice, or anything you really like. If someone interferes with you, you can exercise your power. I believe you are still very good at using power."

The second half of the sentence was also a secret mockery. Qingjue felt a little embarrassed for a moment. She knew deep down that those arrogant behaviors were wrong. She just used the power given to her by the clan to get back at her.

If you can’t beat the ones above, can you beat the ones below?

"When you have power in your own hands, you will have new feelings and judgments. You are not hopeless, you just made a mistake. In fact, everyone makes mistakes. As long as they don't commit heinous crimes, there is still a chance to change." Wang Wei looked directly into Qingjue's eyes. The girl's eyes were sparkling, and it seemed that some clear light was about to break through.

"What kind of clan leader you want to be is up to you. I won't influence your thoughts, nor will I let others influence your thoughts. Hmm..."

Wang Wei was hugged by Qingjue, and Qingjue rested her chin on her shoulder. Wang Wei felt the back of her clothes was wet by the mist, as if she had accidentally bumped into the wall when she returned to Nantian.

She did not resist the hug, but stroked the girl's back as gently as possible.

"I will help you clear all obstacles, and then you will be the patriarch who cooks the best food in the history of the Immortal Clan."

The girl burst out laughing, and it was a tearful laugh. She sobbed and sniffed, but she held her arms even tighter.

"…No one ever told me this before. Later, many people tried to please me and said some nice things, but I knew they were all lying to me. They were afraid of my support and were afraid that I would use those means against them."

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid. The key is that your reliance is never permanent. You can't rely on a certain person or force. You must have your own strength. Then you can control more resources. You don't need to ask anyone for help. Instead, they will ask you for help. You can exchange what you want with them and negotiate with them in an upright manner."

Wang Wei separated Qingjue from himself, raised his hand to wipe the crisscrossing tear marks under her red eyes, and tidied up her messy hair on her forehead.

Although this was a trial barrier, and although there were only the two of them in the room, Qing Jue felt for the first time that she was standing in a very central position, as if she had become the focus of everyone's attention.

"Sister, Qingjue has benefited a lot from you. I can only repay your kindness someday."

"I really don't do things for free. I want to eat the meal prepared for me by the Immortal Clan Chief."

"Ah? That's it?"

"that's it."

Qingjue wiped the tears that kept flowing and nodded vigorously in agreement. Wangwei raised his hand and touched her hair, adjusting her crooked hairpin into the right position.

"Sister, you are so kind. How do you know so much? Why don't I know anything..."

"Experience it... I've been through a lot. Things that I couldn't figure out back then, I can now understand them after a while. Time will give me all the answers, and you will understand them sooner or later."

After the meal, the two began their final practice.

When we go out tomorrow, we will face the real test.