Chapter 1 — The Way of Heaven is Unpredictable, I Determine Myself to Reincarnate

Chapter One Seeing that my little junior sister and I were both crying and heartbroken, my father immediately slapped the table: "Enough! Neither of you can leave here! Can't my Thien Dien Sect be able to raise two daughters? What's with all this fuss?" The palace immediately fell silent. Lam Thanh Hoan didn't cause trouble, so naturally I wouldn't be foolish enough to come out. I obediently knelt down and sat still on the ground. Father calmed down a bit, looked at me and said: "Tieu Yen just returned, probably still doesn't have a soul sword. Now go to Kiem Trung and choose one, choose an auspicious day to start cultivating. As long as the sword spirit is willing to acknowledge you, choose which sword you like." Our hearts are filled with joy. Arriving at Kiem Trung, looking around, my eyes immediately stopped at a familiar spirit sword. — It is the sword that belonged to Lam Thanh Hoan in his previous life. In my previous life, I also paid attention to that sword, but Lam Thanh Hoan acted coy to her father, saying that she had already seen that sword. I was stupid and didn't know how to fight, so I let my father give that sword to her. Unexpectedly, that sword had a sword spirit that reached the level of Sword Immortal, which later helped Lam Thanh Hoan improve his cultivation in the later stages. In this life, the old scene reappears. When I and that sword had just created a resonance, Lam Thanh Hoan's eyes immediately turned red. She pulled her father's sleeve, chokingly said: "Father... you promised me last time. As long as I win the sect's great competition, he will give me another spirit sword. But what I have in mind... is that sword..." Father showed a glimpse of awkwardness, his eyes hesitated between me and her, but in the end he still didn't say a word. The little junior sister's eyes were filled with tears, her voice trembling: "But it's okay, Thanh Hoan understands. Senior sister has just returned, of course everything should be with senior sister in mind... It was Thanh Hoan who shouldn't have said those words that made father feel awkward, it's my fault..." Senior brother Vo Tran couldn't continue to stand and watch, took a step forward, blocking in front of Lam Thanh Hoan. "Master, as far as I can see, just let junior sister Tieu Yen change to another sword. After all, there are still so many spirit swords here." “Could it be that just because she just returned, she treated little junior sister cruelly?” Seeing my father seem shaken, my heart sank, I bowed my head slightly, showing a look of bewilderment and helplessness. “It's okay, father... If little junior sister really likes it, then let her take it.” “It's just that since I was little, I've never seen such a beautiful sword.” "I thought this time, I finally had the chance to keep what I love..." Lam Thanh Hoan covered his face with his hands, his voice carrying sobs: "I'm sorry, sister! I didn't know you liked the sword I chose so much." "If you hate me, then it's okay for me to leave. I'm taking up a place that shouldn't be there!" I quietly looked at her, my eyes filled with fear and hesitation. But after a moment of contemplation, I seemed to have made up my mind, raised my head, and frankly faced her: "Senior sister, don't think so much, how can I hate you?" “It's just… you obviously already have a spirit sword, why does it still have to be this one?” "Could it be that... you can't give me even something you don't need?" Having finished speaking, I forced a mournful smile, the smile carrying a little bit resigned and frustrated. The eyes of his father, who had not said a word from the beginning, finally flashed a trace of doubt. The person glanced at Lam Thanh Hoan with an unhappy look, with a bit of blame in his eyes, then no longer hesitated, and decisively spoke: "Okay, what Tieu Yen said makes a lot of sense. You already have a life spirit sword, how can you be so greedy as a practitioner?" "This sword has been owned by Tieu Yen, and you also have your own sword." “Then according to the original statement, this spirit sword will belong to Tieu Yen!” As if my wish was fulfilled, I happily bowed down to thank my father. As I grabbed the spirit sword and left, I turned around and saw Lam Thanh Hoan gritting his teeth to the point of almost breaking, his eyes filled with hatred. I acted as if I didn't know, smiling innocently. Can't stand it anymore? Just wait, Lam Thanh Hoan — things have just begun. Chapter Two On the third day after my return, father had never visited my courtyard before, but for the first time he personally entered my courtyard. "There are two more days until the sect's grand competition every three years. This year it will be held right at the Thien Dien Sect." Father looked at me and slowly spoke with a voice filled with kindness and advice: "Even though you have pure spiritual roots, you are an extremely good seed of cultivation." "But after all, I'm just starting out, so I can't rush my practice." "In the coming days, I will ask Vo Tran to find a set of exercises for you. First, follow him to learn swordsmanship properly." He also promised that when the grand competition begins, he will take the opportunity to announce my true identity in front of the entire sect. I obediently nodded in agreement. Seeing me obey like that, my father showed satisfaction and left. That afternoon, Vo Tran threw a brand new exercise book directly on the table in front of me, his face full of frustration: "Hey, exercise, practice." I picked it up and looked at it. It was an introductory exercise book, suitable for all types of spiritual roots. No wonder it's so new, most likely because no one uses it, so it's never been turned over once! I suppressed the dissatisfaction in my heart, smiled brightly as if I had just received a treasure, and hugged the practice to my chest: "Thank you, brother! You are so kind!" Vo Tran was stunned, a slightly unnatural look appeared on his face. Suddenly, a bitter voice rang out from the side: "I really admire senior sister Tieu Yen... to be able to receive the exercises that senior brother personally found for her, and also to be personally taught by senior brother." Vo Tran turned his head to follow the voice and immediately saw Lam Thanh Hoan biting his lips, his eyes sparkling, as if he wanted to cry but had not yet shed a tear. He immediately stepped forward to coax: "What's there to admire? Haven't I taught you that before?" “I still remember, when I was little, I couldn't even hold a wooden sword.” Vo Tran seemed to remember an interesting past story and burst out laughing. Lam Thanh Hoan gently rebuked him, lightly hitting his arm: "Senior brother! Why do you bring up something from your childhood to tease me?" “But back then it was really fun… It's been a long time since you taught me swordsmanship anymore.” Vo Tran didn't think, and casually said: "It's not too late to teach now. By the way, let's see how much you've practiced now." As soon as he finished speaking, Vo Tran suddenly remembered that there was still an outsider standing there from the beginning until now. He turned his head to look back our side. Before I could retract my admiring eyes, I met Vo Tran's gaze, suddenly confused and not knowing where to hide. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} Lam Thanh Hoan seemed completely unaware of anything, happily hugged Vo Tran's arm, smiling brightly: "That's great! Who knows, senior brother won't even fight you anymore!" Vo Tran smiled awkwardly twice, his eyes looking unnaturally at me. He coughed slightly, then said: "Thanh Hoan, right now your foundation is still unstable, just temporarily practice the exercises first." "Anyway, it's too fast, I'll come back tomorrow to teach you." Seeing that Lam Thanh Hoan was about to happily take Vo Tran's arm and leave, my hand under the sleeve tightened, so strong that it hurt to press on my thigh. I forced myself to shed a tear, my eyes were red, I raised my head to look at them, my voice trembling: "Why..." The two of them immediately stopped walking and turned to look at me. I took a deep breath, as if gathering all my courage to say: "Little junior sister is already so powerful, why don't you even want to let senior brother teach me?" "Obviously... clearly senior brother knows that I will also participate in the grand competition of immortals, does senior brother really want to see me make fun of the world?"