I Am Looking for a Disciple in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Mu Mingxuan woke up from a mass grave and found that she had woken up from the body of an eight-year-old girl and was bound to the master-disciple system numbered 089. Not only did she become illiterate, she had to recruit a disciple within three months, otherwise the system would run out of energy and life would be cut off. She raised her hand and looked at the pale skin. It didn't look like a living person. It would scare people if she ran out! I could only pull off the clothes of the dead in the mass grave and wrap myself tightly. Then on the first day after he was born, he was arrested and imprisoned. "... I'm really not an evil cultivator." 089 Cursed angrily, saying that the person who captured her had a brain disease, and as long as he probed her spiritual roots, he would know that she was a waste who could not cultivate. 089 Seemed to have no problem, but Mu Mingxuan felt as if she had been scolded. … Everyone says that those who come out of Weitang are the proud ones of heaven, and they are powerful and tyrannical. But they don't know that a long time ago, it was just a small sect established by an eight-year-old girl who had a lame leg and was poisoned by a poison, the second apprentice of a little orphan girl, and a warrior who had conquered him halfway. A thatched house, four people and four futons, this is the original micro hall. Second disciple Lan Ya: "Master, are we considered a sect like this?" Mu Mingxuan: "Well, didn't everyone register just now?" Great Disciple Lin Xuan "Fortunately I didn't go check how our sect is doing." Mu Mingxuan smiled slightly and said, "I took out some more spiritual stones for my master."