Ten Thousand Times Return: My Senior Sister Plucked Me At The Start

"Zhao Mu, don't think that you can get rid of me with a flying sword. I'll spare your life today, but don't blame me for being merciless if I see you meeting Jiao Ran again."

Niu Tie took the flying sword and left with his underlings.

It would be against the rules if he attacked again.

Zhao Mu looked at the departing Niu Tie, and a fierce look flashed across his eyes.

I'll let you jump around for a few days.

"Zhao Mu, why are you so cowardly?!"

Suddenly, a clear and angry voice rang out.

Zhao Mu turned around and saw an extremely cute and pretty girl in an emerald-colored dress. She clenched her fists and trotted over.

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Why is it her …

The girl's name was Mu Jiuling. She was petite and cute, but her thoughts were not simple.

Zhao Mu didn't know much about her, but this little girl had her eyes on him when he first came to the Saint Essence Devil Sect.

She didn't cultivate the Nine Yin Mystic Art and coveted Zhao Mu's pure Yang energy.

She simply coveted Zhao Mu's looks and wanted to become dao companions with him to cultivate the Immortal Dao together.

However, Mu Jiuling looked very young at that time, so Zhao Mu took her as a child and ignored her.

Mu Jiuling didn't give up and even persisted in harassing Zhao Mu for a while, sending him food, drinks, and pills.

Speaking of which, it was all thanks to her that Zhao Mu was able to break through to the Qi Refinement realm so quickly.

However, Zhao Mu was later taken over by Chu Jiao Ran.

Perhaps because she knew something, Mu Jiuling never came to find Zhao Mu again.

Zhao Mu didn't expect to meet her today.

He hadn't seen her for more than half a year, and she had grown a little taller. Although it was limited, she had indeed lost some of her childishness.

However, she looked at most sixteen or seventeen years old.

Looking at Mu Jiuling's angry expression, Zhao Mu couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not angry. Why are you puffed up like a ball?"

He almost couldn't help but reach out and pinch Mu Jiuling's chubby little face.

However, he restrained himself in time.

This girl was too young. It was better to stay away from her so as not to delay her.

"I'm angry that you're a coward. That Niu Tie is bullying you, why don't you know how to fight back?

The sect forbids disciples from dueling to the death, and he doesn't dare to kill you. Even if you can't beat him, you have to scold him until he bleeds! "

This little girl wasn't tall, but her temper was quite irritable.

"The less trouble, the better. I'm all alone without any support. What can I use to fight against those disciples with strength and background?"

Zhao Mu deliberately put on a bitter expression.

However, what he said was also the truth. If he didn't have the system, he would definitely die miserably if he fought with those powerful and influential disciples.

"You … you're pissing me off. Come with me."

After that, Mu Jiuling grabbed Zhao Mu's hand and flew away from the market with him.

Imperial Sky Technique?

To be able to fly without using a flying sword was something only a Core Formation cultivator could do!

Zhao Mu was shocked.

He had always thought that Mu Jiuling was at most in the Qi Refining Realm. After all, she was so young.

It seemed that he had misjudged her. This little girl's background was not simple.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Zhao Mu's eyes were dazzled. He didn't have time to think.

Fortunately, the speed was fast, and they soon arrived at their destination.

Zhao Mu's feet landed on the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the two of them had arrived at a lonely mountain.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the valley in a snow-white color.

"That's …"

Zhao Mu's eyes suddenly widened.

He could clearly see that there were countless white skeletons piled up in the valley below.

Human skeletons.

Demon skeletons.

There were also skeletons that were unimaginably huge. Even though they were about to crumble into dust, they still exuded a terrifying aura.

"This is the hero's grave of the Saint Prime Devil Sect."

Mu Jiuling pointed at the skeletons all over the ground and said, "It's been more than eight thousand years since the Saint Prime Devil Sect was founded. Don't think that the sect is peaceful now. Do you know that the current peace was exchanged for with the lives of countless seniors during the three thousand years when the sect was founded?"

Zhao Mu's expression changed.

Although he was amazed, but …

"What does this have to do with me?"

Mu Jiuling stomped his foot angrily with an angry expression on his face.

"I want to tell you that cultivators like us must never be weak and afraid of trouble. We must fight if we can. If we can't, go back and cultivate hard in seclusion. We can fight again after we've improved our strength. If you bow down once, there will be a second time, a third time, and countless times!

You might as well return to the secular world as soon as possible and be an ignorant mortal. "

The more serious Mu Jiuling's expression was, the more Zhao Mu wanted to laugh.

If this was said by one of the elders in the sect, Zhao Mu might have listened to it.

However, when these words were said by Mu Jiuling's extremely cute little face, it was very out of character.

"You're still laughing!"

Mu Jiuling sensed the laughter in Zhao Mu's eyes and was instantly enraged. He raised his little fist and punched Zhao Mu.

"Stop fooling around."

Zhao Mu grabbed Mu Jiuling's little hand and said seriously, "I know what you mean, but I also want to tell you that you only have one life. It's absolutely stupid to attack the enemy before you have absolute confidence in winning.

"Also, don't use your experience to teach others how to do things. When you encounter danger, you have magical equipment and friends to help you. But I'm all alone. When I encounter danger, no one will stand up for me. Even if I die, no one will come to collect my body."

He frowned and pointed at the corpses all over the valley. He continued, "If you can see these corpses, it means that they can at least return to their roots after death. But in places you can't see, there are many more nameless people. Even when their corpses rot, no one cares about them, and no one remembers the traces of their existence."

Mu Jiuling's eyes widened in shock.

Zhao Mu's words were something she had never thought about before.

Although he wanted to refute, it seemed that … Zhao Mu's words made a lot of sense.

The skeletons that she could see all had names. Their life experiences could be found in the sect's library.

However, in the eight thousand years of history of the Saint Prime Devil Sect, there were more than ten million disciples who had died in battles.

Where were their corpses buried?

Perhaps, she really had a one-sided way of looking at the problem.

Mu Jiuling pursed her little mouth and looked up at Zhao Mu awkwardly.

"Do you think … I'm very childish?"

Zhao Mu smiled and couldn't help but reach out to touch Mu Jiuling's head. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a few sword lights flying over from afar.

In the blink of an eye, a few demons with black smoke all over their bodies surrounded the mountaintop.

"Who dares to trespass into the Hero's Mound!"

"Scram!"

Mu Jiuling suddenly flew into a rage. With a wave of her hand, brilliant lights surged out from her palm and scattered the demons from the mountaintop.

"Let's go."

Mu Jiuling grabbed Zhao Mu's hand again and flew away with him.