Unwilling, so go chop up a few so-called famous orthodox sects?

What would be the point of chopping them up, making dumplings with their meat?

Killing and seizing treasures? She now had an immortal sword in her left hand and a divine artifact in her right. She had gained so many benefits in the Pangu Secret Realm, monopolized Luoxue Peak, and held the Gujian Sect leader’s token. Did she still need to seize others’ treasures?

She couldn’t even be bothered to look at them.

Moreover, with the Path of Reincarnation now existing in this world, death didn’t mean the end of everything. She should behave herself.

After destroying the Xueluo Sect, Su Zhuyi led this group of disciples back to the Gujian Sect. She rewarded those who deserved rewards and punished those who deserved punishment. After handling everything, she returned to Luoxue Peak and holed up for several days, admiring plum blossoms and practicing swordsmanship. Her days were damn boring.

Three days later, the disciples who had gone out to eliminate the Xueluo Sect branch halls all returned. After tallying up, they discovered that in this operation to destroy the Xueluo Sect, the Gujian Sect had only one death and nine injuries—such results were already quite impressive.

No sect dared claim they could destroy the Xueluo Sect.

The Gujian Sect had done it.

Not only had they done it, but their casualties were minimal. Now the outside world had reevaluated the Gujian Sect’s strength. Everyone felt that the current Gujian Sect had surpassed the Danhe Sect and Xundao Sect, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Yunxiao Sect.

Originally, people thought the Gujian Sect would decline after losing Luo Ying and Qinghe. Who would have known that Luoxue Peak truly produced monsters? The newly recruited Su Zhuyi had only been in the sect for so long, yet after emerging from the ancient secret realm, she had Nascent Soul peak strength and single-handedly destroyed the Xueluo Sect. It was truly astonishing.

As for the rumors about the Gujian Sect colluding with the Demonic Path, no one spread them anymore. It was said that the chivalrous warrior who had gone to the Yunxiao Sect for verification had been very sincerely guided in swordsmanship by Qin Chuan of the Yunxiao Sect, though whether this was true or false was unknown.

“The disciples who went to the Xueluo Sect branch halls brought back some children.” Song Shangzhi stood respectfully in the snow. He kept his head down, appearing calm on the surface but truly panicking inside.

For no other reason than all the other fellow disciples had brought back some survivors, the youngest being only a few months old. But their group that went to the Changge Sect hadn’t seen a single survivor. It was said that the cultivators who later entered the underground palace all vomited—the bones inside had been shattered by the tremors, with not a single complete corpse, truly like Asura hell.

And the one who caused all this was the acting sect leader Su Zhuyi, who was leisurely sitting on the doorstep, propping her chin with one hand and playing with a little white snake with the other.

“Oh.” Su Zhuyi had just finished sword practice and was planning to watch Wu’er practice, but shortly after sitting down, this little quail came over.

Calling him a little quail was unfair—he was actually among the more daring disciples in the Gujian Sect. After all, the others didn’t dare come to Luoxue Peak anymore.

When Qin Jianglan was here before, they would come daily to practice swords with him despite his constantly cold face and lack of smiles.

Now that she smiled with narrowed eyes every day, these guys wouldn’t come at all. Quite boring.

When she narrowed her eyes, her phoenix eyes appeared long and narrow, looking especially charming. With a light glance, she noticed Song Shangzhi still had his head down, not daring to look at her. Her charming glance was wasted. She coughed: “And then?”

“We searched, but all those children’s parents are gone. Except for those few newborn babies, the other children…” At this point, Song Shangzhi finally raised his head, his eyes slightly red. “The other children have a heavy, murderous aura. They’ve all killed people, and also…”

He couldn’t continue, but Su Zhuyi knew what he wanted to say.

They had all killed people.

And eaten people too. After all, to survive, to survive when food was scarce, what was strange about eating people?

Look at these righteous path seedlings, acting like they’d never seen the world.

“Anyway, Elder Mei said that if these children aren’t properly guided, they might very well go astray. So he wants several master uncles to each take two disciples. Acting Sect Leader, you’re already at the Nascent Soul stage, and Luoxue Peak has no successor. How about you also pick one?” He was a bit worried—if the acting sect leader taught disciples, who knew what she’d teach them?

It was said those children were psychologically twisted and needed guidance. Thinking of how the acting sect leader called everyone “useless” and told them to “go home and chop firewood or sell sweet potatoes,” Song Shangzhi felt somewhat tired.

She should be able to teach them well… right?

If only Sword Venerable were still here.

Sigh…

Taking a disciple?

Su Zhuyi became somewhat interested. She stood up and clapped her hands: “Luoxue Peak is indeed too quiet. Where are those children? I’ll go pick one and find Wu’er a companion.”

“They’re outside the main hall right now,” Song Shangzhi quickly said.

Su Zhuyi took Wu’er’s hand and went to the main hall. A row of children stood there—the youngest were four or five years old, the oldest were eleven or twelve. They stood back to back in a circle, warily watching their surroundings.

The older ones were more composed, while the younger ones showed fierce glints in their eyes, baring their teeth at outsiders like little wolves, growling low in their throats. This sight made many sympathetic Gujian Sect disciples’ eyes turn red.

But no one dared let their guard down around them now.

In their recent operation with one death and nine injuries, the female disciple who died was killed by three children around ten years old.

The three had first shown weakness, making the female disciple lower her defenses to heal their wounds. Then all three attacked simultaneously, with one even biting off half the female disciple’s face. The scene was too horrible to watch.

So, quite a few children with too much murderous aura and too many kills had been dealt with. The remaining ones were relatively better.

Hopefully, they could be taught to return to the right path.

Su Zhuyi stood before this group of children.

She looked at them one by one.

A few-month-old baby? Too small, too lazy to raise.

This one had good aptitude and was quite clever. Though they had killed the most people, they kept their heads down playing quail, with a pale face and bitten lips, looking pitiful—the best aptitude among them.

Too bad their eyes were a bit small, not very cute.

This one looked like a short barrel—how much human flesh had they eaten to get so fat even in the Xueluo Sect?

Selecting one by one, Su Zhuyi didn’t take a fancy to any of them. However, she did develop thoughts of taking a disciple, so she decided to look outside and find a proper successor for Luoxue Peak.

Su Zhuyi wandered outside for three days without even bringing Little Skull. When she returned, she was carrying a little girl.

“Acting Sect Leader, the disciple you selected must have exceptional bones!” Elder Mei had been in a good mood since hearing Su Zhuyi had gone out to take a disciple. After all, this concerned Luoxue Peak’s inheritance, and Luoxue Peak was the foundation of the Gujian Sect.

When he heard Su Zhuyi had returned, he immediately ran over excitedly to see, planning to give some greeting gifts to her newly recruited disciple. When he saw the little girl, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

“This little girl seems to have no immortal affinity?” Her innate spiritual veins were so tiny they could be ignored. Small spiritual veins made it difficult to absorb and contain the heaven and earth spiritual energy. Without absorbing spiritual energy, cultivation would naturally be extremely difficult. It would be a blessing if this little girl could break through to the Ningshen Stage within a hundred years.

“Mm, she doesn’t. I found her in the mortal realm.”

“Oh, then are her parents willing?” They were a famous orthodox sect and wouldn’t be casual about taking disciples. They needed the parents’ consent before taking the children away.

Not all mortals were willing to send their children to immortal sects, as it meant they might never see them again in their lifetime.

Su Zhuyi paused: “Oh, I forgot to ask.”

Elder Mei: “…”

Your temperament is too casual. Don’t tell me you didn’t even say hello and just kidnapped her?

Elder Mei scowled: “How is this different from the Xueluo Sect?”

Su Zhuyi said in a sinister tone: “The Xueluo Sect would exterminate entire families.”

Elder Mei: “…” He rarely went down the mountain before and didn’t like dealing with people. Now he liked it even less, always feeling that talking with Su Zhuyi could anger him to death.

He took a deep breath: “Is the child herself willing?”

“Of course, she followed me for just one candied hawthorn stick.”

As Su Zhuyi finished speaking, the little girl giggled, her eyes curved like two little crescents.

Only then did Elder Mei notice that this little girl, who looked as pretty as a little fairy, actually appeared dazed and foolish—her mind wasn’t complete.

“Where does her family live? I’ll send disciples to ask.”

Su Zhuyi mentioned a location: “When I saw her, she wasn’t this clean. She was sitting by the roadside playing with mud.”

She had almost eaten the earthworms she dug out of the mud—how hungry must her belly have been?

A dazed and foolish little girl received no attention. Perhaps when she was taken away, her family felt relieved.

Of course, Su Zhuyi wasn’t overflowing with sympathy. She genuinely thought this little girl looked quite nice, so she picked her up to raise.

“Wu’er,” Su Zhuyi called. “I picked up a disciple. Take her to wash up and change clothes.”

Oh? She forgot to buy children’s clothes. But Little Skull knew needlework, so no worries.

“Wu’er, remember to make several sets of clothes for her. I’ll go ask the treasure tower for some fabric.”

Elder Mei: “…”

Are you taking the disciple, or is Wu’er taking the disciple?

“Isn’t it all the same? I take the disciple, Wu’er raises her,” Su Zhuyi smiled indifferently and ran off to get fabric.

But after flying a short distance, she returned and called out: “Wu’er, remember to handle her gently!”

She had once been such a pretty little girl, too. Unfortunately, her father didn’t love her, her grandmother didn’t care for her, her birth mother died early, and she couldn’t even get a bite to eat.

Beautiful women have tragic fates…

Thinking this, she took out the Liuguang Mirror and narcissistically tilted her head to look at her face.

Miaoshe Shiqi felt somewhat bitter: “…I’ve never seen anyone recover this quickly after being affected by the Qing Gu.”

But what her heart was truly like, only she knew.

Su Zhuyi gently stroked the mirror surface and smiled slightly.

Over there, Wu’er carefully pinched the little girl’s collar with two fingers and answered: “Okay, big sister.”

After gently placing the little girl on the ground, Little Skull took a string of red fruits and placed them in her palm.

Little Skull looked at the little girl, blinking her eyes before him. Her pair of eyes was bright and sparkling, clean and clear, like brilliant, rare treasures.

“I’m called Wu’er, and this is Big Yellow.”

“Welcome to Luoxue Peak.”