Toda a seita é de inúteis, mas a discípula mais nova domina o mundo da cultivação

“Lingxi! Can’t you see little junior sister’s boots are completely soaked? Why are you just standing there, lost in thought? Carry her up the stone steps!”
An angry voice exploded beside Lingxi’s ear, startling her so much she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Without thinking, she blurted out, “Her boots are wet, why doesn’t she just change them? I’m not her father—I’m not responsible for every little thing, not even for her bathroom breaks!”
“Lingxi! You’re being insolent!”
The cold voice rang out, echoing through the clouds, the formidable pressure bearing down on Lingxi.
Lingxi gritted her teeth and held on, but finally, with a loud thud, she dropped to her knees.
Sharp stones pressed into her kneecaps, blood seeping through her clothes. The pale green robe was dotted here and there with reddish-brown stains, the scent of blood mingling quietly within the rain.
The pain was excruciating.
Such a tyrant deserved a visit from the police.
Her fingers brushed the chill of unfamiliar fabric, and Lingxi suddenly lowered her head.
The clothes she wore weren’t hers—the pale green collar was embroidered with five bamboo leaves.
Lingxi looked up to see three men and one woman standing before her, all dressed in pale green robes as well, but theirs shone with a finer luster. Their collars were embroidered with seven silver bamboo leaves, clearly more distinguished.
The young man at the front glared at her fiercely, a cold aura radiating from him as if Lingxi were some notorious criminal.
“Lingxi, do you realize your m