Leng Qingyan activated her life simulation.
[Target: Seventh Disciple, Wu Qinghan]
System simulation begins.
Scenes slowly appeared along with the words.
Leng Qingyan immediately held her breath and focused her attention, staring at the scene that appeared.
Diwu Qinghan was born in the fifth aristocratic family of Eastern Profound Domain. The Diwu aristocratic family was considered a third-rate family in the entire Eastern Profound Domain. Her father, Diwu Xiong, had the greatest wish in his life, which was to make the Diwu aristocratic family one of the top clans in the world.
Therefore, the children born in the Diwu family had to shoulder a huge responsibility since they were young.
His son was like a dragon. He trained hard in swordsmanship and rose to power for the sake of the Diwu Family.
As for the women of the Diwu family, their fate was destined since they were young. It was for marriage.
Since Diwu Qinghan was born, she had been taught the " Nihon Married Clothes Technique " by her family. She had painstakingly cultivated it and put in more effort than countless people.
At the age of 16, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Ethereal Ascension stage, surpassing the disciples of the Diwu family.
However, one day, her sister could not bear to tell her that there was no need to work so hard. The women of the Diwu Family were destined to be tools for the marriage between the Diwu Family and the strong.
Diwu Qing Han gritted her teeth and told him that she was not willing to accept fate. She wanted to be the strongest. Who said that women were inferior to men?
Diwu Qinghan's sister wanted to say something but stopped herself. In the end, she sighed.
When Leng Qingyan saw this, she secretly nodded her head.
This seventh disciple of his had always had extraordinary ambitions.
Whether it was her actions as the Palace Lord of the Sun Moon Palace.
Or perhaps, after he entered the Mystical Sect under his tutelage.
The hard work she had put in along the way was not weaker than anyone else's. In fact, it was as if she had surpassed them.
Moreover, if it was not necessary, Di Wu Qing Han would not ask for help from anyone.
"Many people's personalities are already set in their childhood.”
"In the future, if we don't experience life and death and great ups and downs, it will be difficult to change.”
Leng Qingyan thought to herself, Qing Han's personality is somewhat similar to mine.”
"If it wasn't for the fact that her strength wasn't enough, Qing Han could have entrusted the Mystical Sect with her own affairs.”
While she was thinking.
The simulation continued.
It was only on the day of her wedding that this elder sister who had always doted on her finally told Diwu Qinghan the truth. It turned out that Diwu Qinghan had cultivated the Nihon Wedding Dress Technique just to become someone else's cultivation vessel.
A woman who cultivated this technique would never be able to break through to the official level. Most of the spiritual energy absorbed into her body would not be converted into cultivation, but would be filtered by the technique and converted into suitable spiritual energy to be stored in her body.
When someone plucked it, the spiritual power of the wedding dress would flow through the connection between the two and be absorbed by that person to become someone else's wedding dress.
When Diwu Qinghan heard this news, she was dumbfounded and fell into shock. In an instant, it was as if the world had collapsed and all her beliefs had been killed.
So all his years of hard work and persistence were all for the sake of becoming someone else's cultivation vessel?
In the simulation, Diwu Qinghan was in grief.
After learning the specific content of the [Nihong Wedding Dress Technique], Leng Qingyan was a little speechless.
What kind of cold-blooded family would develop such an inhumane cultivation technique?
He even wanted all the women in his family to cultivate this cultivation technique?
"It's really more demonic than the demonic path!"
Leng Qingyan, who was also a woman, frowned when she saw this.
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Then, he turned his gaze to Diwu Qinghan.
His heart stirred.
Diwu Qinghan had been cultivating this technique since she was young, storing half of her spiritual energy as a wedding dress for others.
Yet they were able to break through to the Ascending Profound Stage at the age of sixteen?
Such talent was probably not inferior to his!
Leng Qingyan couldn't help but think about it.
"If Diwu Qinghan has been practicing this technique since she was young, it would be a top-notch technique.”
"As long as it's a slightly normal cultivation technique, perhaps my seventh disciple's current achievements won't be much worse than mine.”
Thinking of this, Leng Qing Yan couldn't help but sigh.
She was angry and sad.
He was angry that Diwu Qinghan's Diwu clan had created an evil cultivation technique and destroyed his best heir.
The sad thing was that Leng Qingyan had only just realized…
It seemed that other than Jiang Chuan, his master seemed to have done something wrong with the other direct disciples.
In the simulation.
At the age of eighteen, Diwu Qinghan watched as her elder and younger sisters got married one by one and never came back.
Every time one of the sisters got married, everyone in the clan, especially Di Wu Qing Han's father, Di Wu Xiong, would be overjoyed.
He was not happy that the daughter of the clan had found a good home. Instead, he was happy because the Diwu clan had completed another transaction and gained another connection.
As for whether the people who married into the Diwu Clan were worthy of being entrusted, and what would happen to the daughters of the Diwu Clan…no one cared.
As Di Wu Qing Han grew up, she prayed every day that the day of her marriage would not come.
When Leng Qingyan saw this, she couldn't help but clench her fists.
If only she had known about the existence of this Diwu family earlier.
He knew that the entire family was like this, regardless of whether his seventh disciple, Diwu Qinghan, was born in this family or not.
Leng Qingyan would not hesitate to destroy the entire Diwu Family!
There was no other reason.
I'm not happy.
Was there a need for such a family to exist?
Even if the Diwu Aristocratic Family could rise in this way, what meaning would it have?
How could they still be called a family when they were so cold and unfeeling?
Leng Qingyan coldly watched as the simulation continued to scroll.
However, no matter how much Di Wu Qing Han prayed, the cold reality did not seem to change because of her thoughts.
20 years old. Coincidentally, it was Diwu Qinghan's birthday. A malicious old man came to Diwu Family.
The higher-ups of the Diwu family received him warmly. Then, they gathered all the unmarried women in the family and arranged them in front of the old man.
Diwu Qinghan remembered that the sinister old man's gaze was aloof and indifferent. It was as if he was looking down at her and choosing a commodity.
Diwu Qinghan's parents were extremely happy. They told Diwu Qinghan that this was the Skeleton Elder, a peak Marquis Realm expert. The future of becoming a king was just around the corner. To be able to use a woman from the fifth family to exchange for someone who had a high chance of becoming a king in the future, this was a good deal! Diwu Qinghan was a minister who had made great contributions to the clan!
When Di Wu Qing Han heard these words, her parents were so happy to praise her. However, Di Wu Qing Han didn't feel happy at all. Instead, she felt a chill in her heart.
That night, Diwu Qinghan had a dream. In her dream, she was the Sword God revered by tens of thousands of people, the invincible Sword Immortal. All living beings in the world had to bow before her. The only one who could decide Diwu Qinghan's fate was herself!
After waking up from the dream, Diwu Qinghan swore that she would dream of the Sword God that was revered by tens of thousands of people and become the invincible Sword Immortal!
Diwu Qing Han left the Diwu Family overnight. To her, her parents treated her as a tool in the Diwu Family. There was no affection between brothers, so she had no place to stay.
Good!
He watched as Diwu Qinghan finally gave up on her family.
Leng Qingyan couldn't help but cheer for him.
She could tell.
Although Diwu Qinghan chose to leave the clan, she was different from Pan Tiance, who would consider rebelling to protect himself when he was in danger.
The latter was extremely selfish and would only consider his own gains and losses and safety.
As for the former, Diwu Qinghan's motive for leaving the clan was completely different from his.
Diwu Qing Han had feelings for her family!
Before she left, even though she had experienced pain and despair again and again, she had never thought of leaving the family.
On the contrary, he hoped that the clan would one day make changes.
Until the family members were ready to trade it as a commodity.
Diwu Qinghan had no other way out, so she made the decision to leave the clan.
Even if she did not make this decision, she would still leave the family in the future.
It was just that he would be the cauldron of the skeleton old man and leave with him.
Therefore, he had no choice.
This was the reason why Leng Qingyan was cheering for him.
The more she looked at Diwu Qing Han, the more she liked her.
At the age of 21, after leaving the Diwu family, Diwu Qinghan was like a hidden dragon rising to the sky, completely out of control.
She had abandoned the [Nihong Wedding Dress Technique] and created her own cultivation technique, creating the world-famous Sun and Moon Demon Technique! The name of the Sun Moon Demoness spread rapidly in the Eastern Xuan Region.
He used cold-blooded methods to sweep away all obstacles on his way to rise.
Some people called her a mortal with the means of immortals and devils.
Some people called her the Bright Moon Demoness and the Jade-faced Rakshasa.
31 years old, in the battle of the Bright Moon Secret Realm, Diwu Qinghan killed an official with one sword strike, causing the army to avoid Bai Yi.
At the age of thirty-nine, Di Wu Qinghan had killed countless elites of the righteous sects in the battle of the elites of Dongxuan. She had dyed the sky red with blood and created a shocking scene where no one dared to approach her!
At 45 years old, Diwu Qinghan stepped into the emperor realm and established the Sun Moon Palace.
Diwu Qinghan was like a blood-stained rose with thorns, isolated from the world. The name of the Palace Lord of the Brightmoon Devil Palace, along with the title of the number one beauty of the Eastern Profound Domain, spread to every corner of the Eastern Profound Domain.
Leng Qingyan looked at her seventh disciple, who had been through all sorts of things along the way.
And when he met his enemies, he would use all the decisive methods to kill them.
He nodded secretly.
His gaze revealed a strong sense of admiration.
Ever since Diwu Qinghan left the Diwu Aristocratic Family, she had been in the Diwu Family for a long time.
Every step he took was too similar to Leng Qingyan!
If it wasn't for the fact that Di Wu Qing Han had to face so many things, she wouldn't have acted so recklessly like her.
Leng Qingyan almost thought that she was looking at the life of her other self.
In the simulation.
With the establishment of the Sun Moon Demon Palace, Di Wu Qing Han's reputation as the number one beauty in the Eastern Xuan Region spread far and wide. Many cultivators did not care about her demonic identity and competed to pursue her. They even betrayed the righteous path just to see the elegant demeanor of this demonic evil flower.
However, Diwu Qinghan knew very well that all these cultivators who were pursuing her were here because of her title as the number one beauty in Eastern Xuan Region. It wasn't because she was Diwu Qing Han.
The cultivators who pursued her only wanted to use the method of pursuing the number one beauty of Eastern Profound Domain to make Di Wu Qing Han their subordinate and satisfy their desires. How was this different from those who married the daughters of the fifth generation just to make them their cauldrons?
Therefore, those pursuers had never entered Diwu Qinghan's eyes. She had never thought of finding a cultivator to become her cultivation partner.
Leng Qingyan looked at it and immediately understood.
He recalled how Di Wu Qing Han had rejected Xia Wushen's advances.
Xia Wushen was willing to go against his clansmen's wishes and join the Demon Sect so that Diwu Qinghan could become his cultivation companion.
But in the end, Xia Wushen only did this because he felt that his cultivation partner must be the most beautiful woman.
It wasn't because Di Wu Qing Han was Di Wu Qing Han that he did this.
If another number one beauty appeared…
Perhaps Xia Wushen would also turn around and pursue those so-called number one beauties.
At the age of 47, Diwu Qinghan's Sun Moon Palace grew stronger day by day and gradually gained the reputation of the second demonic sect. As for the number one fiend sect, it was naturally the Mystical Sect.
Many righteous cultivators and demonic sects began to have ideas about the Sun Moon Palace.
In the end, with the help of the Azurewave Sword Saint, many orthodoxies joined forces and attacked the Sun Moon Palace where Diwu Qinghan was!
On the simulation screen, countless cultivators gathered in front of the Sun Moon Palace.
Diwu Qing Han looked sad.
Leng Qingyan's heart couldn't help but tremble.
Yes!
It was too similar!
This scene was actually so similar to the scenes in the Mystical Sect's life simulation, where countless righteous sects and enemies gathered to attack them.
At this moment, it was just like that moment!
Leng Qingyan's fair and tender fists unconsciously clenched tightly.
If nothing unexpected happened, Diwu Qinghan should be the person who understood her feelings the most.
As for Leng Qingyan, she could also empathize with Diwu Qinghan in the picture.
"It's because I've already lost it once, that's why Qing Han chose to defend the Mystical Sect with all her might.”
"You just don't want to see the Sun Moon Palace end up like the Mystical Sect, right?”
"Qing Han…is really a good child…"
"Sigh…"
Leng Qingyan sighed softly.
On the simulation screen.
Countless cultivators gathered and began to attack the Sun Moon Palace. In just a few days, blood flowed like a river in front of the mountain gate. The sun and moon lost their light, and the Sun Moon Palace was destroyed.
Diwu Qinghan, who was heavily injured, had been escaping from the pursuit for several months before she joined the Mystical Sect and became the seventh disciple of her master, Leng Qingyan.
Her life in the Mystical Sect was finally about to begin.
Leng Qingyan, who was still immersed in the sadness of her disciple's sect being destroyed, was shocked.
When he saw this, he took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mood.
After all, it was different from the Mystical Sect. The destruction of the Sun Moon Demon Palace had already happened in the past, and there was no way to change it.
In comparison, the destruction of the Mystical Sect existed in the future. It had not completely arrived yet, so there was still a chance.
The life simulation this time was mainly to determine whether Jiang Chuan was still alive or not through Diwu Qinghan's life simulation.
Did the Mystical Sect still have a future?
Leng Qingyan looked at the simulation screen with a serious expression.
Not long after Diwu Qinghan became a disciple of the Mystical Sect, her master, Leng Qingyan, had two more Successor Disciples. The eighth Successor Disciple, Tu Xuanming, and the ninth Successor Disciple, Ouyang Bloodred.
At the same time, Ouyang Hongxue also brought Jiang Chuan, the youngest disciple she had taken in, to the Mystical Sect. At the same time, Jiang Chuan, who was always silly and had black eyes, also entered the life of Diwu Qinghan.
After giving Jiang Chuan the candy, every time Diwu Qinghan left the sect to run errands, there would always be a small figure waiting for her when she returned.
Diwu Qinghan was gradually moved. This feeling of being missed and remembered by someone made her feel warmth for the first time in a long time.
At the age of 48, after the battle between Diwu Qinghan and the Sect Leader of the Moon Concealed Sect, she was heavily injured. Jiang Chuan brewed medicine for her every day and took care of her. Her small hands were red from the burning medicine, and her small face was black from the smoke.
Di Wu Qinghan, who had never felt warmth in her life, secretly swore to protect Jiang Chuan when her soft spot was touched.
Leng Qingyan looked at this scene and thought of Jiang Chuan, whose life and death were unknown, and felt a bad feeling in her heart.
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