Taixu Sect has been around for 1,200 years since its inception.
Everyone in the sect knew one thing - Jiang Qingyi, the mountain sweeper, was a waste.
With no spiritual roots, no cultivation, and even the most basic knowledge of introducing Qi into the body, his daily job is to carry a broken broom and sweep fallen leaves at the mountain gate. The disciples said in front of her that she was not worthy of staying in the sect. The head of the sect reluctantly accepted her because of her status as an "orphan of an old friend," but he never looked at her.
Everyone thought that she would be like this for the rest of her life.
Until the day of the retreat——
The Beihuang Demon Lord led a hundred thousand demons to surround the mountain. The entire Taixu Sect was on the verge of being exterminated. All the elders and disciples combined could not hold up even a stick of incense. At the moment of life and death, the whole sect knelt down and asked for the "tablet of the founder of the sect".
The moment the tablet shattered, a white light shot into the sky.
Everyone thought that the ancestor had appeared.
But the white light dissipated, and the person who fell at the gate of the sect was not an expert——
It's Jiang Qingyi who sweeps the mountain.
She looked around blankly, still holding the broken broom in her hand: "Ah... The wind is a bit strong."
In the next second, one hundred thousand demons were wiped out.
The whole sect is dead silent.
Xiao Chen, the young genius known as "once in a thousand years", looked up from the sea of blood and corpses and looked at her for the first time.
What he saw was that her eyebrows and eyes matched perfectly with the person in the portrait of Master Qingyi.
But she just rubbed her eyes: "Um... I'm just a mountain sweeper, what's wrong?"
