She transmigrated and started different life

A long line of people stood in front of the gates of the Grounding Fairy Sect and watched a play.

Isaa summoned a cloud a curiously watched what was going on while swinging her bare legs and munching on her snacks. 

"My poor baby lost her memories since she came here. Every time I ask her what is going on in the sect, she doesn't know. What kind of disgusting things do you do to your cultivators to make them forget?" A man kneeled in front of the main gate and hit his chest while young woman next to him just stood there. 

Isaa could hear her whispering. "Father, could you please stop. It's embarrassing. What do you want?" 

Oh? There is something else? 

He suddenly stood up and smacked her face, but actually hurt himself as all proper cultivators from Grounding Fairy Sect had protection shields. As long they don't use their powers outside the arena, they can be quite safe.

He started screaming and pointing at her face. "I did all I could to get you a place here. Is this how you show your respect?"

Isaa saw Reena coming out the gate with a calm expression. "She got a place in our Sect as she worked hard on her cultivation. I heard when she started cultivating, you beat her up every time she did it. Later she escaped your home to test herself here. Now tell me, how did you help her become part of our sect? What kind of power do you have?"

"She is my child. If I smack her once or twice is not a bad thing. She didn't escape, I let her go. Don't change the real events?" The man stubbornly stared at Reena.

Isaa looked at the woman that had actually quite of the temper and now was trying not to blow up and chuckled. Reena seemingly cultivated her emotions for a while. In the past, she would have beaten him up. 

Reena was one of the cultivators she met in one of the tenth worlds and hoped she will be able to come. Who would have thought she grew her powers so well?

Another reason why she was amazed by her is that she was strong. Seriously strong. She expected Reena to go to the Warriors Guild by the way she looked. She was muscular, with short brown hair. Her eyes were honey-coloured. Her nose and ears were small but her lips were quite full. Her bronze skin shone under direct light almost golden like she has been dipped into gold herself. 

Now this person that looked this amazing had actually quite a lot of anger in her and would fight for anything. Looking at her slowly wavering eyes, Isaa sighed. If she doesn't step in, her newfound control would be lost.

She stood up, with a wave of hand changed her clothes into a special robe and slowly floated down. 

Reena was about to snap at the old man when she felt familiar energy incoming. She rose her head and saw a familiar face. "Isaa!"

Suddenly all cultivators started moving. It was enough to say only once that name and it resounded in the whole sect like an alarm. 

Suddenly quiet place became loud as a beehive and thousands of cultivators started flying out the sect to welcome her. Even those that stood outside bowed politely to this famous woman.

Those that didn't know her stood there in wonder as they saw thousands of cultivators cheering as they saw her. "Welcome back!"

As they saw Isaa alone, they knew that Kendra is probably on one of her tasks. Saving their universe and their worlds. But they knew as well that Isaa did the same. 

She was in their eyes Teacher, Master and Protector of Life, so she deserved all honours.

Isaa smiled brightly at them and then her face became serious as she stared at the man. "This child is a cultivator of our Grounding Fairy Sect. You should have respect for her. Do you think we offer anyone to enter? You are right, we do." She stopped and saw people looking at her flabbergasted. "Our sect has its own methods. There is no good or bad enough in our eyes, as for us its enough that person has cultivation base and do want to work hard on his or her cultivation. There is no such thing as weak cultivation in our eyes. Didn't you realize that all cultivators, even those from outside the floating castle, are now strong cultivators?"

Kendra let them search for cures, potions, elixirs, spells in the old scriptures that they got by exchanging for spirit fruits. With time they made a new set of potions that could restore broken cultivation base. 

As long there is still a tiny bit of power, they are able to reconstruct it and the cultivator can start from the start again.

So they started accepting anyone who wants to learn. But not many accepted their basic rules. So situations like this one was a really rare occurrence. All cultivators who chose to stay would rather die than give up on their sect. 

The old man wanted to gain something from it and she was curious about what. "Speak. What is your real intention?"

He smugly looked at her and then pointed at his daughter. "I want to become cultivator like her."

Isaa pointed at the testing point. "Did you test yourself?"

He nodded. "Yes, that idiot there said I don't have even an ounce of cultivation. But I heard there is a way to relocate cultivation base from one person to the other by extraction of base..."

Suddenly he stopped as he saw Isaa flying up and a strange thing happened. She started pulsating.

She flew away as she had a sudden rush of anger. She was afraid that nearby people might faint or even die, if she was nearby.

Reena knew that feeling. She felt the same when she was angry but in Isaa's case, it was her power that was pulsating and she had to fly away.

She turned her golden eyes towards the scared man and snickered evilly. "You think this is scary? She is still controlling her anger. There is one person you should fear more. Our Grandmaster. Let's meet him..."

She grabbed the petrified man and dragged him in, while people saw Isaa's expression becoming icy. With a power of wind and sound, her voice boomed wide and bright.

"It seems we are cleaning other worlds, but people just can't stop doing stupid things here. Good. I better take care of this on time. If Kendra comes back and finds out, hell will be loose in the mid realm."