Luo Ge returned to the sect with her damaged spirit root, bedraggled and humiliated. Yet instead of comfort, the sect gave her a thorough scolding.
That was the darkest period of her life.
Injuries to the spirit root and divine sense were among the hardest to heal.
A complete recovery required not only time and patience, but countless spirit treasures nurtured by heaven and earth.
But the sect had so many personal disciples. Even if it possessed such spirit treasures, how could it possibly devote them all to her?
And so she was abandoned. The elders who had once favored her rarely visited her residence anymore, and the disciples she had once scorned, despite their eagerness to curry favor with her, no longer appeared before her.
It felt as though the entire world had forsaken her.
She was no longer heaven's favored daughter, because no one truly believed she could repair her spirit root.
Gradually, the mocking voices around her grew more numerous, especially those of the disciples she had once looked down on. Their laughter became increasingly brazen.
She had wanted to teach them a lesson, but whenever she remembered what the healing cultivator had told her before leaving-that she could only rest quietly and must not use spiritual qi again-her blood surged with anger.
Rest quietly! Rest quietly! How much longer did she have to rest quietly?!
Was she supposed to spend the next several years, or even decades, doing nothing but listening to these disciples' sneers and taunts?
She refused to accept it!
Then her perpetually absent elder brother came to her and told her of a way to recover quickly.
It was a dual cultivation method that allowed their spirit roots to complement each other.
She agreed almost without thinking. Then her brother told her he