I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

He Ronger was surrounded by endless words of praise, her cheeks unconsciously flushed, she lowered her head shyly, a slightly embarrassed smile on the corner of her mouth.

She waved her hand gently, her voice was a bit humble and shy: "Alas, you seniors are too kind to me. I, He Rong'er, really don't deserve it. The road of cultivation is long and difficult, and I still have many confusions and puzzles. If I am lucky enough to have Master Hong teach me in the future, it will be my great honor. But, I am so stupid, I wonder if Master Hong is really willing to spend time to guide me?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Yunhui's face blossomed into a sincere smile, and his eyes seemed to be lit up by joy, sparkling with unprecedented eagerness and anticipation.

"Yes, of course! Miss He's talent and knowledge are rare in my recent years. I, Hong Yunhui, would love to have a disciple like you to ask for advice! Whether you become my disciple or not is just a formality. What's important is your love and pursuit of cultivation. If you are willing, I will teach you everything I know so that we can make progress together."

This conversation not only made the atmosphere between the people on the stage more warm and harmonious, but also quietly created ripples among the crowd.

The disciples gradually came back to their senses from the shocking talisman demonstration. They were either amazed at He Ronger's extraordinary performance or impressed by Hong Yunhui's broad mind. They felt more curious and respectful towards this girl.

As the conversation on the stage deepened, the disciples below gradually got rid of the brief trance brought about by the talisman.

Some of them were whispering in groups of two or three, while others were staring at the stage with sharp eyes. They secretly made up their minds to practice harder, hoping that one day they could stand at such a height and stand shoulder to shoulder with the strong.

He Tianhong, as the best among all the disciples, had a profound cultivation. Even when faced with the strong impact brought by the sudden talisman demonstration, he quickly adjusted himself with his solid foundation and was the first to regain consciousness.

However, when the headache gradually dissipated, he looked up at the dazzling figure on the stage - He Ronger, and complex emotions surged in his heart.

It was an indescribable feeling of shock and unwillingness.

He Tianhong has a very high opinion of himself. As one of Sect Master Hong's most valued disciples, he has always considered himself to be gifted and talented, and enjoys countless praises and envy from all over the sect.

But at this moment, he witnessed with his own eyes a seemingly inconspicuous little girl who "changed her career halfway" showing unimaginable attainments in the art of talismans. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to his title of "genius".

Jealousy spread in his heart like a poisonous snake, and he found it difficult to accept this fact.

Why could a young girl just starting out surpass his years of hard work and accumulation so easily?

This unwillingness and anger almost suffocated him.

At the same time, a deep sense of frustration surged in his heart, and he began to question whether his talents and abilities were really as outstanding as the outside world said.

However, hidden within this complex emotion, there is also an imperceptible admiration and yearning.

He Ronger's performance undoubtedly aroused He Tianhong's deep desire and pursuit for a higher realm.

He began to realize that a truly strong person is not one who always stands at the top, but one who is able to constantly challenge himself, has the courage to face failure and shortcomings, and draw strength from them to keep moving forward.

He Tianhong secretly made up his mind: he not only wanted to regain his own glory, but also to surpass He Ronger and become a true master of talismans.

Yan Mei stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes fixed on He Ronger, who was confident on the stage and communicating happily with the two sect leaders. Her mood became increasingly heavy, and jealousy and hatred grew like weeds in her heart.

When she noticed the unwillingness and complex emotions on He Tianhong's face, a subtle calculation suddenly arose in her mind.

She moved lightly and approached He Tianhong. She lowered her voice deliberately, with a hint of provocation: "Brother He, don't let those superficial glitz and glamour blind your eyes. We have never seen the spells used by He Rong'er before. Who knows if she took a shortcut or learned some unknown tricks?"

However, Yan Mei's words did not resonate with He Tianhong, but instead made him more disdainful of her.

He Tianhong glanced at her coldly, his eyes showing both disappointment at Yan Mei's superficial understanding and a deep awareness of his own loss.

He said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Yan, I am not as skilled as others, but I know my limits. There is no need for you to exaggerate here, and there is no need to use these meaningless words to cover up our shortcomings. The path of cultivation depends on strength and persistence, not meaningless speculation and jealousy. You should focus more on your own cultivation."

After saying that, He Tianhong no longer paid attention to Yan Mei. He turned around and strode away, leaving Yan Mei alone there, her face turning pale and blue.

She never expected that her provocation not only failed, but also made He Tianhong dislike her.

After exchanging greetings with the two sect leaders, she followed them to the main peak.

Yan Mei looked at He Ronger's departing back, the resentment and jealousy in her heart surged like a tide, but she tried hard to suppress these emotions and not let them show on her face.

In her heart, this resentment and hatred gradually turned into strong hostility towards He Ronger, as if all her misfortunes were caused by this woman who shone brightly on the stage.

He Ronger was completely unaware of this, her mind was completely immersed in the spiritual practice journey that was about to begin.

The communication with the two sect leaders made her full of expectations for the future, and Zou Mubai's company made her feel warm and at ease.

Above the main peak, clouds and mist lingered, and the air was ethereal. He Ronger followed the two clan leaders into this sacred place, her heart filled with awe and yearning.

Zou Mubai followed closely behind her all the time, his eyes fixed on He Ronger's back, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness.

Yan Mei watched this scene from afar, the jealousy in her heart burning like a raging fire.

"He Rong'er, just wait for me! Sooner or later I will make you look bad in public, and then we'll see how you can still be so proud."

After this incident, He Ronger's amazing talent in the art of talismans spread like wildfire throughout the vast spiritual world and became a legend.

Her name, along with the exquisite and powerful talismans, has become a legend among many monks, leaving countless peers far behind and also making the older generation of talisman masters look at her with admiration.

All this glory and splendor was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for He Kangcheng and his wife, who were far away in Qixuanmen, when they first heard about it. Their faces were filled with disbelief and complex emotions.

Xi Ruxin's eyes were filled with disdain and disappointment at this moment. Her words were like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting through the air: "Humph, how could her child, who was once regarded as a waste by everyone, have such attainments in talismans? It must be a rumor!"