After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 532 The Fallen Moon Will Not Be in Her Hands

Jiang Jiang thought it must have been a hallucination she had while she was in a coma.

The first thing she did after waking up was to check herself over thoroughly. She even went to Danfeng Peak to ask the senior sister there to examine her meridians, and found nothing wrong.

Therefore, the chilling sensation that pierced her body must have been her imagination.

Once she felt relieved, she quickly put the matter out of her mind.

Her brother was furious when he found out she had gone to the desolate forest to pick the Flowing Light Flower. It was the first time she had ever seen him so angry. He was a man as gentle as the breeze and as upright as bamboo, with every move exuding the elegance of bamboo and the fragrance of tea. Yet, when he saw her wake up from her coma, he almost lost his temper and roared at her.

She snapped out of her daze and saw him kneeling dejectedly on the ground, one hand covering his eyes and the other hanging by his side, his voice choked with sobs and helplessness.

"Jiang'er, why is it that no matter what kind of person you are, you always risk your life for others..."

"Is your path to drive those who love you to the brink of despair?"

She stared at him blankly, her heart inexplicably aching.

Her brother closed the door and refused to see her.

Jiang Jiang felt both wronged and anxious. She repeatedly promised herself that she would never act on her own again, but it was no use. With the special trial at the Miscellaneous Service Peak about to begin, she had no choice but to go and win the medicinal herbs for her brother first.

Since she and Senior Brother Cao went to Huang Zelin, she felt that he was noticeably different towards her. His attitude had improved a lot, and he no longer acted sarcastically or verbally attacked her. Although he would still stare at her blankly from time to time, he was often willing to condescend to help her weed the medicine garden, feed the spirit beasts in the beast garden, and taste the newly concocted "delicacies" for Taotie Peak...

She gradually became familiar with him. After all, he had saved her twice in the desolate forest. She wouldn't say she liked him a lot, but she didn't find him too repulsive either, and they could talk to each other occasionally.

Sometimes, when her senior brother Cao helped her weed, she would find a spot to enter her dream and then frantically practice the sword techniques taught to her by the two little figures. Each time she was knocked out, she would re-enter the dream.

This forced growth meant that her head would sometimes ache as if it were about to split open, but she was afraid that her brother would worry if he saw it, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it, or find a secluded place to curl up and silently get through the pain before falling asleep and continuing to practice.

There were benefits, though; she felt she had gained a deeper understanding of the sword in her hand.

It's that kind of mysterious feeling. It's a sword, but it's not a sword. Sometimes Jiang Jiang feels like she's holding a vast universe in her hand, a huge, endless truth.

But before she could gain any further insights, the day of the special trial at the Miscellaneous Service Peak had already arrived.

She sneaked out of the courtyard early in the morning and ran to the square of Zayi Peak as fast as she could.

The square was already packed with people. There were disciples from other peaks who came to watch the battle, as well as elders who came to see if there were any promising talents they could take in. But most of them were disciples from the miscellaneous peaks who had signed up to participate—their own people.

The disciples of the Tianqian Sect are treated much better than those of other sects. In fact, most of the disciples of the Miscellaneous Peak who have poor spiritual roots are treated quite well. However, even so, the resources available to the disciples of the Miscellaneous Peak are still limited. They must constantly fight and compete for resources from outside the sect or try their best to obtain all the rewards issued by the sect.

Therefore, almost everyone who didn't have an urgent mission participated in this special trial.

Jiang Jiang was inconspicuous in the crowd; her thin and slender figure was lost in the throng. She had to struggle to find a gap to fit into in order to avoid being squeezed out.

Looking at so many "opponents," she took a deep breath, her heart filled with extreme anxiety.

She knew that for someone as insignificant as her, who hadn't even successfully cultivated internal energy, defeating so many people was simply a pipe dream. But she had to give it a try.

Even if she gets beaten to death, she has to try!

Unexpectedly, this special trial was not a martial arts contest in the arena, but rather—drawing swords from the Sword Tomb.

The elder explaining the trial rules waved his sleeve, and a circular halo that could traverse space and reach another place appeared directly in front of the plaza.

Through the thin mist of the aperture, one can vaguely see the undulating, continuous snow-capped mountains behind, and a lone sword standing proudly atop one of the snow-capped peaks.

A sword that is entirely black, ancient and dark yet exuding a magnificent and luxurious beauty.

Just a blurry shadow made Jiang Jiang feel her heart clench and then pound uncontrollably.

"Today, whoever enters the Sword Tomb and pulls out this sword will achieve final victory. Of course, after entering the Sword Tomb, you can also choose not to pull out this sword and go to find other swords. As long as you pull out one, you can take it all with you as a reward."

Entering the Sword Tomb to search for the Spirit Sword is a privilege reserved for inner disciples and personal disciples. How could they possibly be allowed to enter the Sword Tomb and retrieve a sword today?!

This is such a wonderful thing that it fell from the sky!

The huge crowd immediately erupted in excitement. The elder who was giving the explanation had only said three words—"Entry is permitted"—when all the disciples who had signed up rushed into the circle of light directly in front of them.

Jiang Jiang didn't have much spiritual power and couldn't run as fast as them. When the crowd started moving, she was almost knocked down several times.

Trying to steady herself, she mustered her strength and kept up with the crowd.

Just as she was about to step into the light circle, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and tightly grabbed her fingers, as if trying to hold her back, or as if struggling.

Anxious, she drew her sword and immediately turned around to see who it was.

In the vast sea of ​​people, Yun Ruyi, dressed in flowing white gauze, looked at her with sorrowful eyes, her clear eyes filled with tears.

Seeing that it was her senior sister who often helped her, Jiang Jiang's expression immediately softened. She turned back to look at the entrance of the light circle and frowned at her in confusion: "Senior sister?"

Yun Ruyi gripped her hand even tighter, so tight that Jiang Jiang felt a sharp pain in her finger bones.

Just as she was about to ask something in confusion, the tight grip suddenly loosened.

"Go." Yun Ruyi desperately suppressed the despicable thoughts in her heart, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and forced a smile, trying her best to appear as if she was happily sending her to the Sword Tomb. "Go and take back what belongs to you. I... I will be here watching over you."

Jiang Jiang's eyes suddenly curved into a smile. She quickly stepped forward and hugged her senior sister, who had come specifically to encourage her, before hurriedly turning around and running towards the circle of light.

Yun Ruyi followed for a couple of steps, but in the end she could only stay where she was, watching that person walk away step by step.

The fallen moon will not be in her hands.

The rising moon will not either.