Chapter 2 — Counter-Scenario Goddess

I pointed upstairs, "The sixth floor is the Sword Pavilion. Go up and try it out. If you like it, make a contract. If you don't have one, it's okay. The master can forge one for you himself."

"Thank you, Master", To Minh was so happy that before he finished speaking, he immediately flew straight to the sixth floor.

He went up to pick the sword, I was downstairs drinking tea, I had just passed two cups of tea and still hadn't seen a trace of him. I was just about to go look for him when I saw him carrying a precious green sword all over his body, proudly going downstairs. I raised my eyebrows, a bit surprised, "You know how to choose." Thanh Thanh Y was originally my first life sword. At that time, I had just entered the sect and was in a state of confusion and suffering due to enlightenment. Thanh Y was something I obtained during a training session in the secret realm. It followed me through all the obstacles and steadfastly guided my path. However, later on, my cultivation increased sharply and I wanted to reach perfection, but Thanh Y's limits could not keep up, so I had to replace it with another weapon. Haven't seen each other for a thousand years, but I didn't expect To Minh to choose the right one, it was truly a fate in the dark of heaven's will. To Minh didn't understand, "Is there a problem with this sword?" I smiled and shook my head, "No, I just have a bit of a big temper." Before I could say anything more, I suddenly received a voice transmission from my junior brother, calling me to Tong Thien Palace. When we arrived, he was staring intently at a large water mirror in front of him. I walked over, "Junior brother, why are you looking for me?" Tang Da didn't answer, just pointed at the mirror, "Senior sister, look first." What appears in the mirror is the sect's Arena, where disciples often discuss and fight. At this time, there were two teenagers fighting fiercely, one was Lan Truc, with a cool appearance, sharp magic, truly one of the outstanding people in the young generation. It's just... my eyes stopped at the remaining teenager. He has a thin body with a bit of teenage energy, thin lips tightly pursed, cold eyebrows, amber eyes that reflect a somewhat demonic light, carrying a feeling of half good and half evil. He did not use many fancy moves, just a few basic moves of immortal magic over and over again, but his control of spiritual energy had reached a level of proficiency, it could be seen that his understanding was extremely high, after a few rounds of fighting, Lan Truc began to show signs of exhaustion. Tang Da didn't seem to be worried about his disciple at all, but happily said: "How's it going?" Of course I knew who he was asking, nonchalantly replied: "Not bad, your new disciple?" Tang Da smiled and waved his hand, retracting the water mirror, "The genius gave birth to immortal bones, I don't dare to accept him as a disciple." Hearing that, I was also a bit surprised, for no other reason, natural immortal bones are extremely rare, there are only a few people in the Immortal World in ten thousand years, the last person to have that immortal bone... is me. Tang Da couldn't hide his excitement, "Two months ago I accidentally met him in the human world. I didn't expect him to be a natural-born immortal bone. At that time, he had not yet practiced, but now he is not inferior to Lan Truc." I vaguely guessed what he was about to say.

"Senior sister, I would like to ask someone to accept Phong Ly as a disciple, perhaps the Fairy World will have a second God in ten thousand years."

My finger stopped, frowning, "What did you say his name was?" Tang Da repeated again, "Phong Ly, that was his name in the human world."

“Ding doong”—the system rang at the right time in my head, “The male lead is on stage.”

My temples couldn't help but twitch, but sure enough, it still came. Receiving a disciple is impossible, saying, “No need, I have it To Minh is enough, if he truly has the qualifications to become a God, anyone who becomes a master will be the same." Tang Da did not expect that I would refuse outright, so he frantically said: "How can it be the same? Your sister is already a God and also has an immortal bone. If you teach him, he will definitely achieve double and half the results, becoming a God is only a matter of time!" I glanced at him and said faintly: "Nothing is absolute. The innate immortal bone has been favored by the heavenly path to some extent. Whether he becomes a God or not depends on whether he can pass the tests of the heavenly path behind him or not. No one else can help." That year, I only had one sword, roamed everywhere, endured enough suffering to become a God. Tang Da's eyebrows furrowed into a cross, still refusing to give up, "How about this, in the sect there is always a tradition of outer sect disciples challenging inner sect disciples, in ten days the big competition will be, if Phong Ly wins against To Minh, you will accept him as a disciple, how about that?" The rules of the sect are that if an outer sect disciple defeats an inner sect disciple, he can take his place and worship under the sect, initially to encourage the disciple to practice diligently. I curled my lips, stood up and left, "It's okay." The system spoke in my head: "Actually, the host can directly kill the male protagonist. As long as he is dead, the following plot points will not happen." The system's suggestion wasn't something I hadn't thought of before, it was just, "If I don't kill him, will he become my disciple anyway? I will die no matter what?” The system replied firmly: "That's right!" I remained silent, the feeling of being bound by predetermined fate was really uncomfortable. His consciousness spread and swept across the crowded arena. Lan Truc and Phong Ly fought peacefully. The disciples surrounded him and asked attentively, but there was no sign of Phong Ly around. Divine consciousness continued to spread, and finally I found him practicing his sword in a hidden corner. The young man's face was calm, his eyes were still cold and without any emotion. My eyes sank, with just a snap of my fingers, I could take his life without even realizing it. Phong Ly did not know that death was approaching, but because his sword move was half an inch off, he frowned slightly. My fingers moved slightly, killing intent instantly burst out.