Chapter 11 Facing the Past
I sighed helplessly and stepped forward.
"It's Mingxi, as expected."
"If you're reluctant to part with the hairpin, that's fine too."
Lin Yuan'er smiled as she clung tighter to Gu Tingchuan's arm.
"After all, you've already given me the most important thing."
The senior brother beside me slowly opened his mouth wide.
"Holy shit... this is shameless."
My senior sister sneered.
"So it's the adulterous pair."
"If Wentian Sect is full of trash like you, it might as well shut down."
A cold voice rang out.
"Where did this little girl come from, daring to slander Wentian Sect?"
Canglan Zhenren appeared behind them, his face stern.
When he saw me, he put on the air of an elder.
"Mingxi, you don't even kneel when you see your master?"
I didn't move.
Canglan Zhenren frowned.
"Have you forgotten basic respect after staying in this backwater too long?"
"It seems I really need to teach you a lesson, so outsiders don't laugh at us."
He raised his hand and summoned his natal sword.
The pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator instantly made everyone struggle to breathe.
But the next second, Canglan Zhenren spat blood and collapsed to his knees.
The sword spirit behind me yawned and pointed at him.
"You old bastard, have you no shame? Bullying a young girl at your age—you've lived all these years for nothing."
"If you pulled this crap in the northeast, you'd get reported eight hundred times a day."
Canglan Zhenren looked up in shock at the sword spirit behind me.
"...How do you have a Transformation Stage sword spirit?"
I glanced around. Cultivators everywhere were staring.
I raised my voice.
"Oh, this? It's a welcome gift."
"Every new disciple in Heishui Sect gets one."
"Since I'm the first in centuries, I got the best."
Lin Yuan'er pretended to stay calm.
"Impossible!"
"Heishui Sect is broke—how could they afford such a treasure?"
My senior brother and senior sister exchanged a glance.
They started pulling out "recruitment pamphlets" from their storage rings.
Top-grade spirit stones, thousand-year ginseng, snow lotuses, ten-thousand-year spiritual wood hairpins—they handed them out like they were free.
Almost everyone's attention shifted instantly.
My senior brother cleared his throat.
"Heishui Sect has three spirit stone veins, so we brought some local specialties. Don't mind the humble gifts."
My senior sister distributed the hairpins generously.
"Come on, don't be shy—one each. Except for Wentian Sect."
The Wentian Sect group turned ugly.
They came to cause trouble, but ended up advertising for us.
Now every promising seedling would scramble to join Heishui Sect.
Lin Yuan'er's expression twisted several times before she finally shouted.
"Mingxi, what do these material things matter? They're not your real strength!"
"Do you dare fight me?"