Framed by the Yunxiao Immortal Sect as an abandoned disciple of the pseudo-Tianpin Deathline, the three-and-a-half-year-old Jiang Youyou turned around and was taken home by the Taiqing Sect whose spiritual veins were cut off.
The new sect was in complete misery: the white-clothed master with a broken arm and coughing up blood, the eldest brother with a cold face and world-weariness after his sword bones were dug out, the second senior brother with Jiuyin Juemui who coughed poison, and the third senior brother in Jiwotou who was so poor that he used yellow mud to draw talismans, plus a lame crane. The whole sect was too poor to open the pot.
Little Youyou held the wilted grass seedlings in her hands and kissed them. She absorbs a faint ray of spiritual energy and feeds back the vitality of the world! The poisonous weed seedlings that are about to rot will sprout in spring and bear sweet spiritual fruits. The lame crane was rubbed by her, and it flapped its wings and stood firm! The master's deadly fire poison was suppressed, and the damaged meridians of the senior brothers gradually recovered. The Taiqing Sect, which was too poor to open the pot, was full of fragrant rice every day~
Later, the Yunxiao Immortal Sect, who was mad with regret, knelt in front of the mountain gate and asked for spiritual fruit. Youyou rubbed her eyes and yawned: "I won't give it to you. I only feed my own little girl~"
