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Before they left, the villagers of Nanxi Village gave them a lot of things: free-range eggs, wild vegetables, dried food... and a thrashing hen.

The villagers of Nanxi Village are simple and honest, and they give them whatever they consider good.

Cui Hong and Duan Wenhao were both worldly people. When they saw them handing over the stinky hen, they immediately covered their mouths and noses, looking disgusted. "It stinks, take it away."

The villagers, with their dark complexions, smiled somewhat awkwardly.

He was Song Ying's father, Song Yongnian. He originally wanted to send some local specialties so that they would take better care of his daughter, but he never expected them to show such deep affection.

Song Yongnian looked at Song Ying somewhat awkwardly, afraid that he would embarrass his precious daughter.

Song Ying knew in her heart that these people looked down on them. She couldn't bear to see her father treated like this and was about to speak up.

A slender hand snatched the chicken away, and Yun Fuzhao smiled, "It's been a long time since I've had chicken, thank you, Uncle."

This kind of free-range chicken is the most nutritious.

When Yun Fuzhao was little, she lived with her grandparents for a while, and they raised chickens and ducks at home. She loved catching and playing with the fluffy little chicks.

Later, every summer when she returned to her hometown, her grandfather would kill a local chicken for her to eat.

It's so fragrant and tender that Yun Fuzhao can't stop thinking about it.

Knowing that Yun Fuzhao had just saved them and was so kind to them, Song Yongnian smiled shyly and honestly.

He spoke in somewhat broken Mandarin, telling her to visit Nanxi again next time, and calling her "fairy" repeatedly.

Yun Fuzhao was so embarrassed by this.

Cui Hong, standing to the side, looked at Yun Fuzhao with a complicated expression, especially when he saw her grab the chicken with her bare hands. He took several steps back in disgust and kept his distance from her.

Song Ying knew that she was trying to help her out of a difficult situation, and she was touched. If there hadn't been so many people, she probably would have burst into tears.

The group quickly returned to the Boundless Sword Sect.

The inner disciples who were on good terms with Cui Hong stepped forward to flatter him, "As expected of Senior Brother Cui, you subdued the Soul-Devouring Beast so quickly."

"I heard it's a magical beast. Senior Brother Cui is truly amazing."

"I really don't know what use those outer disciples are. Every time something happens, we disciples have to clean up their mess. It's so annoying."

In the past, being belittled like this would have made the outer disciples feel ashamed and angry. But today was different; hearing them say this, they all remained calm and composed.

This caused some dissatisfaction among the inner disciples.

As they were talking, Cui Hong raised his hand to interrupt, "We need to go to the Gongshan Hall to have the animal cores appraised."

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances and, adopting a spectator's attitude, followed suit.

The head of the Merit Hall was an old man with gray hair named Qiu Haoshang, whose Taoist name was Yunhai Zhenren. He loved to drink and was always drunk.

As they arrived, Qiu Haoshang was lying back in a rattan chair, looking drunk and dazed, oblivious to the passage of time.

"Elder Qiu, your disciple Cui Hong has come today to request your appraisal of a beast core."

Upon hearing this, the old man lying in the chair opened his eyes a crack, lazily raised his hand, and the image of the Soul-Devouring Beast before its death was projected.

Cui Hong curled his lips and glanced smugly at Yun Fuzhao, already prepared to embarrass her.

On the screen, a giant soul-devouring beast bit Duan Wenhao's leg, who let out a scream, tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged for help.

Seeing himself in such a disheveled state again, Duan Wenhao's face turned red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Yun Fuzhao appeared quickly, and in a short moment, the giant beast was split in two before it could even react.

The whole place was silent.

Cui Hong looked at it again in disbelief. He clearly couldn't accept it. "This is impossible..."

The inner disciples who had originally come to watch the show were also completely dumbfounded. "Yun Fuzhao killed the Soul-Devouring Beast? How is that possible? Wasn't she just at the Foundation Establishment stage?"

The old man lying on the rattan chair muttered lazily, "That girl has already reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Nirvana."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone present stunned and speechless.

Yun Fuzhao, Lingji Great Perfection, they can understand each other when they are mentioned separately, but they don't understand them when they are put together.

Does Master Yunhai mean that Yun Fuzhao, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage a few days ago, suddenly has his cultivation level skyrocket to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Void stage?

Is this the speed at which a person can cultivate?

It took Cui Hong a while to find his voice, "Elder Qiu, you must be joking."

Qiu Haoshang had never been questioned before, and he immediately sat up in anger, puffing out his beard and glaring, "You brat, how dare you question my judgment?"

His cultivation had already reached the stage of leaving the body; for him, seeing through Yun Fuzhao's cultivation level was as easy as drinking water.

Yun Fuzhao had other considerations. She originally didn't want to reveal her cultivation level, since a rapid increase would arouse suspicion.

Nowadays, the competition between sects is fierce, and the Boundless Sword Sect is not even ranked. If those major sects are determined to kill her, she probably wouldn't have enough lives to survive.

When she gets back, she'll check the system shop for any items that can conceal one's cultivation level.

Since Qiu Haoshang had said so, even if everyone was unwilling to believe it, they had no choice but to accept it.

Yun Fuzhao reached out to Cui Hong, "Give me my beast core."

Still dazed after being slapped in the face by reality, Cui Hongren instinctively handed her the beast core.

Yun Fuzhao held it in her hand; it felt like a cold stone. She looked at the inner disciples and said with a smile, "Who did you say was going to clean up the mess? If you ask me, the inner disciples are nothing special."

The inner disciple who had just spoken blushed and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

The outer disciple standing next to Yun Fuzhao felt a surge of satisfaction and puffed out his chest, looking at them with a hint of smugness.

Yun Fuzhao also put on a little show, and left in a good mood, tossing the beast core up and down.

Song Ying and others followed closely behind.

"Senior Brother Cui..."

Cui Hong, seething with anger, shoved the person next to him aside and strode away.

When Yun Fuzhao returned to her residence, Song Ying said she would kill the chicken to nourish her.

Yun Fuzhao's eyes lit up, and he sat down eagerly, waiting to eat.

Song Ying's movements were clean and efficient as she killed the chicken, clearly indicating she had killed many before. With a swift and skillful chop, the small free-range chicken was placed into the stew pot.

A fragrant aroma wafted out.

While waiting, Yun Fuzhao suddenly sensed that the spirit beast egg in his spiritual space had moved.

Immediately, a crack appeared on the egg.

Yun Fuzhao immediately made an excuse to go to the toilet, walked to a secluded corner, and took out the egg.

The cracks are increasing.

This is a Heavenly Rank Spirit Beast egg; I wonder what it will hatch into.

Yun Fuzhao's heart raced, and he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

A white, bald head poked out, and Yun Fuzhao's eyes met those jewel-red eyes.

The scarlet forked tongue of the snake was flicked out.

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

A small white snake emerged from its egg, its smooth, cool body pressing against Yun Fuzhao's arm. It tilted its head, curiously examining her.

A man and a snake stared at each other, wide-eyed.

It's numb, it's numb.

Yun Fuzhao closed his eyes and fainted.