The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

In just a few hours, Si Qingyu saw the gossip about her senior brother and second senior brother circulating in the cultivation newsletter of Kuntai City's library, and she was speechless.

Shen Yewei and Ying Tianxing, Nightingale CP.

Gu Yubai and Nangong Chiyang, an idiot couple.

CP can be unpopular, but it cannot be weird.

This...what the hell is going on!

Compared to all this mess, Si Qingyu actually noticed a relatively useful piece of news.

The Dingkun Sect has personally announced that the chief disciple He Huaishu is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and will face a thunder tribulation around noon tomorrow.

The place he chose for overcoming the tribulation was in the barren mountain that Dingkun Sect had specially prepared for its disciples to overcome the thunder tribulation.

Dingkun Sect announced the time and location, and even welcomed monks from all walks of life to come and watch.

Si Qingyu himself had been struck by lightning twice and felt very bad.

If she could watch her enemies have fun, she would be very happy.

Si Qingyu bought a booklet called "List of Young Talents in the Cultivation World". It was cheap and he could learn a little about the history of the cultivation world.

The last record on the Talent List was from the previous session, ten years ago.

The competition in the world of cultivation is held every ten years, and there are both team competitions and individual competitions.

The champion of the team competition is almost always the Tianqian Sect.

Over the past hundred years of individual competitions, most of the champions have come from the Tianqian Sect, and occasionally there have been champions from major families.

Therefore, the first few pages of the booklet that Si Qingyu got were almost all introductions to the disciples of the Tianqian Sect, including their achievements in the competition, their contracted natal magic weapons, whether they had contracted beasts, their cultivation levels, and so on.

She hissed. This... was too detailed. It was almost like a biography.

Si Qingyu was curious, so he pulled Long Cenyue and Lu Xiangxiang together, held the booklet, and pointed out a few names, "Why haven't I heard of them before?

Including these brothers and sisters from our Renxin Sect, I have never met them!"

Long Cenyue stretched his neck to take a look, then shook his head and said, "These people are gone.

Some of them died at the competition site or in the secret realm with everyone’s own eyes.

Or they might be attacked by demons, like what we saw a while ago.

Some of the seriously injured were carried to Renxin Sect and died on their beds.”

Lu Xiangxiang said, “Many of the rest are missing.

After all, everyone needs an opportunity to advance. Several of our brothers and sisters went to secret places to train or collect herbs and never came back.

Don’t say you haven’t seen them. I haven’t seen them either.”

Long Cenyue sighed, "Master had several other disciples before us, but they failed to keep him.

The two of us were forced upon her by our family, otherwise, my master would not have planned to accept any disciples."

Si Qingyu held the booklet, which was like a book of life and death, in his hand, and felt a little emotional.

It is no wonder that it is recorded in such detail. It is not that the cultivation world betrayed the information of these disciples, but if they were not preserved in this form, they would be forgotten as generations passed, and would completely disappear from this world.

The world of cultivation was far more dangerous than she had imagined, and it was not some paradise.

Long Cenyue sniffed and said, "When I was a child, I saw with my own eyes that a senior brother from the Tianqian Sect died in the Renxin Sect. He was sixteen years old that year.

I once asked my master why grown-up disciples had to take part in competitions and why they had to explore secret realms?

If I were in the sect, with the protection of my master and elders, I wouldn’t be in danger.”

Si Qingyu chuckled, "What about now? Do you still think so?"

Long Cenyue let out a long sigh and held the nine-section whip in his hand, "Of course not, those are just childish talk."

Si Qingyu looked at the names on the booklet and felt very emotional. Yes, in such a chaotic world, who can stay out of trouble?

Peace and tranquility can only be achieved through the continuous efforts of successive generations of heroes.

The so-called direct disciples and inner disciples of the big sects and the big families, they need to practice, improve, hone their minds and grow continuously through repeated experiences, only then will they be able to fight when disaster strikes one day.

……

The next day, in the back mountain of Dingkun Sect, many disciples came to watch He Huaishu's advancement.

Several people from the Renxin Sect arrived early and took a good seat in the front row. They set out the folding tables and chairs they brought with them, made some tea, and arranged the melon seeds and fruits on the plates. They were very well prepared.

After their actions, the disciples from other major sects who were standing there staring blankly were sore from the sight that their legs became sore and they were drooling.

Many fans of the Renxin Sect sighed, "It is worthy of being the number one sect. It is an existence that cannot be ignored wherever it goes."

"Look at them, this is life! So refreshing!"

Hua Wuying and Bai Wuchang were engrossed in watching a movie in the yard and didn't want to come.

They are all tired of seeing the thunder tribulations of the Nascent Soul Stage. What’s so good about it?

In order to avoid any accidents, Zhong Li Shang, as He Huaishu's master, personally protected him. He set up several defensive barriers and gave He Huaishu several defensive magic weapons.

After everything was ready, He Huaishu began to release the spiritual power that he had suppressed for a long time, allowing the spiritual power to fill up freely and cleanse his spiritual veins.

I saw the clear and sunny sky suddenly turned into dark clouds and gathering thunderclouds.

He Huaishu stood alone on the top of the mountain, his clothes rustling, and his eyes looked at the sky firmly, as if he could penetrate the clouds and look directly at the upcoming test.

At this moment, the level of prestige has been maxed out, and the Gou family's photo stones have been placed in all directions, just waiting for the thunder to fall.

At this moment, the Universal Pen hanging on Si Qingyu's body began to twist and swing wildly again.

Si Qingyu paused while cracking melon seeds. The Wanxiang Pen was intelligent and would never go crazy for no reason, unless...

She felt it with her spiritual sense and found that it was different from the time in Mushui Village before. This time, the Wanxiang Pen was twisting wildly with excitement and uncontrollable joy, not irritability.

Si Qingyu raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

She raised her hand and grasped the pen, and the tip of the pen kept pulling her hard, as if signaling her to leave the crowd.

Si Qingyu thought about it and felt that if they all left, the conspicuousness would be too big and he didn’t know what the Universal Pen was trying to do.

At this critical moment when others were about to endure the thunder tribulation, she was afraid that she would be struck by lightning accidentally and no one would care, so she simply called Lu Xiangxiang and quietly squeezed out of the crowd with her.

Following the guidance of the Universal Pen, Si Qingyu and Lu Xiangxiang bypassed the crowd and came to an uninhabited grove at the foot of Dingkun Sect's barren mountain.

Wanxiang Pen pushed Lu Xiangxiang, asking her to stand a few dozen meters away from Si Qingyu.

Then, the Universal Pen suddenly became thick and stood beside Si Qingyu.

"What is this?" Si Qingyu and Lu Xiangxiang were confused. Before they could figure out what was happening, a bolt of lightning struck the Universal Pen without any warning.