After Being Reborn as a Crane, I Brought Chaos to the World of Cultivation.

As the young master of the demon world, Mo Ling woke up and became a female cultivator of the righteous sect. The right path, the end of the crane. She was born in the demon clan and has been a proud girl since she was a child. It is impossible for her to be associated with these two words in her life. Mo Ling still couldn't figure out how a sect with all high-ranking students could accept a loser as a disciple. Until Mo Ling saw the faces of his master and junior sister. Mo Ling: Now I doubt the kinship between us. —— It is not a secret that Elder Yaoguang of the Jianzong picked up a child with mediocre qualifications and brought him back to the sect to raise him seventeen years ago. It is no secret that Elder Yaoguang's third disciple is a waste of cultivation. Although no one dared to say anything on the surface, there were always people who felt that Mo Ling's existence had brought shame on the Sword Sect. He also did a lot of trickery by making gossip behind his back. But Mo Lingruan is not the original owner of the soft buns. "Are you calling me a waste?" A slap for those who speak evil, a slap for those who stumble, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for those who dare to do something but not take it seriously. After a few days, half of the disciples of the sect had half their faces swollen but they dared not speak out in anger. —— The Sword Sect worships a god. I don't know what my name is, I don't know what I look like, I don't know how long I have lived. The level of mystery is comparable to that of her own mother who abandoned her and her brother. Until the sect's grand ceremony, the god showed his face for the first time. Mo Ling looked at the face that looked like his own attendant and fell silent. "Do you regard the crow as your god?" Shangshen walked behind her, sighed and said helplessly: "It's the Golden Crow." —— Zongmen's warm little sweet article