Ning Zhao shook her heavy head and walked out of the door. She was ready to think about how to attack Chu Yu in the next few days.

What does a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy like? Playing games? Making dates? Reading novels and anime? But there is none in this world. How about giving him something to increase his favorability?

Just do it!

Ning Zhao rolled up his sleeves and walked to the door of Chu Yu's hut. Following his memory, he selected things that could be given to him in the storage bag one by one. However, after searching for a long time, he didn't see anything good.

Ning Zhao patted his head and then remembered that all the good things had been given to Chu Yu as a meeting gift, and they didn't even increase the intimacy level by half.

What else can be done? Chu Yu wore clothes that were washed white when he came to the Immortal Sect. How about... let him feel the care of the senior sister and help him get the clothes of the inner disciples first?

Ning Zhao wandered a few more steps to an open space, and summoned his natal flying sword according to his memory. It was an extremely beautiful silver-white sword named Liuguang. It was pulled out by the original owner in the Spirit Sword Sect Sword Tomb three years ago.

.This sword is not very good, but the original owner did not put it back in the sword tomb, but kept it with him.

The Spirit Sword Sect doesn't have many rules. As long as the inner disciples don't have a sword, they can go to the Sword Tomb to draw a sword at any time. However, what kind of sword you can draw depends on your own luck.

She stepped onto the flowing light tremblingly, inputting spiritual power into it, "Liuguang, you have to remember to slow down... My old arms and legs can't stand it..."

Liuguang had no spiritual intelligence and could not respond to Ning Zhao. It seemed to realize that this was not his original master. It allowed Ning Zhao to input spiritual power, but was unwilling to move.

"Liu Guang? Liu Guang?"

"Could it be rust?"

Ning Zhao scratched her head, that's not right, she was inputting spiritual power based on her memory of Sword Flying. Why is this streamer just taking spiritual power and not doing any work...

The streamer under his feet suddenly reacted and fled out with a whoosh.

Ning Zhao was not yet ready to fly with his sword. At this moment, his feet were flowing out, and his body followed behind him, doing a mid-air dip with a difficulty index of three stars.

Who can’t stand to give a thumbs up after watching this and praise the young hero for his great skills?

After half a cup of tea, they arrived at a meditation platform in Qingya Mountain. Ning Zhao walked down from the streamer with a pale face. There were no trees around. She used the streamer as a crutch to support herself.

After resting for a while, Ning Zhao gradually recovered and called out to the little fur ball in the white space.

"System, have you ever ridden a flying sword?"

[Never sat in it, Ning Zhao. Also, my name is not System, my name is Xiaowogua!]

Ning Zhao hummed, thinking that Xiaowogua's voice was quite cute, "Okay, Xiaowogua, do you want to feel it?"

[No, thank you Ning Zhao.]

[Aren’t you going to get clothes for Chu Yu? Why are you still resting here? Please don’t fish during working hours~]

Okay, Xiaowogua is not cute anymore. Isn’t this just a replica of Crazy Boss? When he thought about having to rely on Xiaowogua when he got home, Ning Zhao silently swallowed the words he had not yet spoken.

She put Liu Guang into her storage bag and walked towards the Fabric Bureau where the Spirit Sword Sect manages the distribution of clothes for the inner disciples.

The original owner Ning Zhao was obsessed with cultivation and could not extricate himself, and always liked to ask others to draw swords and learn from each other. Many people up and down Qingya Mountain had suffered her "torture". On the way, I met many inner and outer disciples, all of whom were far away.

She turned her back and few people greeted her.

Tang Su stretched out his hand to say hello and silently lowered it. He thought that it was good, because no one knew the original owner Ning Zhao, and the chance of her being discovered to be not the original owner would be smaller.

As soon as he entered the fabric bureau, he saw two girls wearing white clothes of inner disciples sorting out the roster. Ning Zhao walked forward gently and took out the token.

"Ning, Senior Sister Ning."

One of the taller girls swallowed and looked at Ning Zhao with a trembling voice, "Senior Sister Ning, is there something wrong?"

Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows, trying to act like an emotionless robot.

"Ahem, I'm here to get my junior brother's clothes."

The shorter girl next to her seemed to be relieved and flipped through the roster in her hand, "Is...is your name Chu Yu?"

Ning Zhao nodded. Seeing that she was not as fierce as the rumors, the girl blinked her eyes again and asked: "Senior sister, I heard that his father is the head of the Chu family in the casual cultivator world?"

"No wonder there are Tianling roots!"

Ning Zhao pursed his lips and did not answer.

The two little girls started talking to themselves again.

"I heard...his mother seems to be a maid who climbs into bed?"

"Thanks to Mrs. Yunxi's kindness, she has allowed him to grow up until now, and even allowed him to enter the immortal sect..."

"Humph, Mrs. Yunxi is so kind, but he still doesn't appreciate it! She doesn't even want to call her mother, which really gives him an advantage!"

The shorter girl looked at Ning Zhao mysteriously, and while handing her the clothes, she said, "I heard that his fate is unknown."

"Senior sister, stay away from him, or you will be harmed by him."

Ning Zhao's face suddenly darkened. No matter what, Chu Yu was now her junior brother, the inner disciple of Lord Linghui, and the target of her attack. And he was still just a fifteen-year-old boy, let alone

Nowadays, when I am still in junior high school, I feel so sad to have to endure so many rumors.

"From the moment you step into Qingya Mountain, the two junior sisters should remember the rules of the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Article 12 of the Disciple Discipline: Fellow disciples are not allowed to slander you at will."

"If the two junior sisters are too busy, you can send a message to Xiaozhu Peak. Ning Zhao welcomes you to compete with each other at any time."

When the two little girls heard this, their faces turned red and white, and Ning Zhao just stared at them quietly.

After a long while, they bit their lips and looked at Ning Zhao timidly, "We forgot the rules. Please don't tell the master."

Ning Zhao nodded, put the clothes into the storage bag, turned around and walked out of the fabric bureau.

She didn't hear what the two little girls behind her said.

"Why is Senior Sister Ning protecting that Chu Yu? Are you possessed by a ghost?"

"I also think there is something good about Chu Yu..."

…

Ning Zhao walked back to the meditation platform where she had just landed. She took out her sword from her storage bag and poured spiritual power into it.

"Liuguang, Liuguang?"

Liu Guang still didn't react at all.

"Streaming light?"

Ning Zhao stepped on the streamer tentatively, but it still didn't react at all, as if it wasn't it that had just absorbed Ning Zhao's spiritual power.

"Xiaowogua, what's going on with this streamer? It's like scrap metal, it doesn't react at all."

Unexpectedly, she had just finished asking this question, and before Xiaowogua could answer, the stream of light under her feet started flying again at a speed of 160km/h.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Ning Zhao touched his small waist and said a few words expressionlessly, "Liu Guang, it's your uncle!"

[After system testing, Liuguang may have felt that you are not the original owner, Ning Zhao, so he showed some resistance. Please continue to work hard, host!]

There was a "boom", and suddenly the sky was covered with clouds, and purple thunder and lightning tore the sky apart, as if someone was about to survive a catastrophe.

"Quick, quick, Liuguang, land!"

Liu Guangli ignored Ning Zhao and flew higher.

There was another "bang", and a bolt of lightning that was originally directed towards Xiaozhu Peak suddenly reversed its direction and accurately struck Ning Zhao, who was flying with a sword.

Xiaowogua: Friendly reminder, metal is a conductor.
Chapter completed!