The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Yun Fuzhao took out the Grade 7 Rejuvenation Pill that Wei Heyu had previously rewarded him with from his storage bag. This pill could stop bleeding, remove blood stasis, and restore vital energy. Being a Grade 7 pill, it could sell for hundreds of high-grade spirit stones in a pawnshop.

Yun Fuzhao carefully pried open Yu Ze's mouth, stuffed the pill into it, and held his chin as he chewed it.

The kid's face was covered in blood, mixed with mud, leaving no recognizable skin.

Yun Fuzhao remembered that the novel described him as having a devilishly handsome appearance and a face that could bewitch all living beings.

It's so dark, you really can't see anything.

Seeing that the pill had almost melted, Yun Fuzhao wiped his fingers on his body and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the person lying on the ground grabbed her ankle as if he had risen from the dead. Yun Fuzhao was startled and accidentally kicked him a few times.

"..."

The boy on the ground stared intently at her with his dark, inky eyes, like a tiger or leopard lurking in the mountains.

Yun Fuzhao felt uneasy under his gaze.

I thought to myself, "The villain truly lives up to his name."

However, the main villain hasn't grown up yet; he's just a helpless little kitten.

Yun Fuzhao squatted down and said, "I saved you. How will you repay me?"

Yu Ze remained motionless, his eyes fixed on her.

His eyes were dark and bright, with the pupils taking up most of the space and little white showing, giving him a somewhat inhuman and eerie appearance.

“I fed you a Grade 7 Rejuvenation Pill, Grade 7!” Yun Fuzhao emphasized, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch. You have to pay for it.”

She held out her hand, "As a fellow disciple, I'll give you a discount. I'll just take a thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Yu Ze observed her discreetly. The woman before him had delicate, arched eyebrows, clear eyes, and an aloof, unapproachable air. She clearly looked like a respectable young woman, yet the words she uttered were so shameless.

Although the Grade 7 Rejuvenation Pill is expensive, it's not this price; she's clearly raising the price arbitrarily.

His doubts about her lessened somewhat; it seemed she wasn't with those people, and she just wanted to extort money from him.

Yu Ze moved his fingers with difficulty. He tried to sit up, but his whole body ached as if it were falling apart.

He shook his head, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Yun Fuzhao glanced at him suspiciously. The original plot didn't say he was mute, so this kid was definitely faking it.

She was just saying it casually; she knew where Yu Ze currently had spirit stones. He needed to return to the Demon Realm and become the Demon Lord to obtain them.

Yun Fuzhao helped him up. "Alright, you look like you don't have any spirit stones right now, so you can just pay on credit."

Yu Ze's leg was broken, and he couldn't walk at all. He didn't know what grudge those people had against him to be so cruel.

She had already done half the job of saving the person, and it wouldn't make sense to just leave them there. So, she decided to go all the way and carried the person on her shoulder.

Yu Ze is about the same age as her, but is almost a head taller. It looks particularly comical that she is being carried like this.

Yun Fuzhao is now at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm, possessing immense strength. Carrying a thin young man is no problem for her; she could even lift him with one hand, let alone carry him. However, she didn't do so out of consideration for his feelings.

After all, she could feel the person on her shoulder tense up, their fingers gripping her clothes tightly.

After walking for a while, she put him down when they were almost at the disciples' quarters. The disciples' quarters were separated for men and women, and she couldn't very well take him back to her own place.

But upon closer reflection, Yu Ze was a loner in the Wuyai Sword Sect, disliking to interact with others, and the disciples were unwilling to get close to him.

If we leave him here, I doubt anyone will care about him.

Thinking of the 20,000 cultivation points that Xi Muzhe had rewarded him with, Yun Fuzhao sighed and resigned himself to carrying the person back to the healing pavilion.

When Elder Qingshan of the Healing Pavilion saw how badly Yu Ze was injured, his expression changed slightly. "Come, come, put him here."

"What happened?" Elder Qingshan asked gravely. "How were you injured?"

Yun Fuzhao recounted everything he had heard. After listening, Elder Qingshan's expression changed repeatedly. "This is simply outrageous!"

Qingshan patted Yuze on the shoulder and said solemnly, "I will definitely report this matter to the sect leader and get justice for you!"

Yu Ze lowered his head and remained silent.

Yun Fuzhao delivered the person, completed his mission, and hurried back to drink his stewed chicken soup without looking back.

Seeing that Yu Ze was looking in the direction Yun Fuzhao left, Qingshan said, "Her name is Yun Fuzhao. She used to be the sect leader's eldest disciple, but later, due to some changes, she became an outer disciple like you."

At this point, Aoyama sighed, "She's a good girl, just unlucky..."

Yu Ze slowly withdrew his gaze and continued to act like a wooden puppet.

"Senior Sister Yun, where did you go? If you don't come back soon, Duan Wenhao will drink all the soup!"

As soon as Yun Fuzhao returned to the courtyard, she saw Duan Wenhao squatting on the stone steps, holding a bowl of chicken soup and drinking it with great relish.

Their cooking pots were placed in a courtyard of the disciples' quarters. The courtyard was spacious and separated the living quarters of the male and female disciples from each other, with a high wall standing in the middle.

Duan Wenhao probably climbed over the wall because he smelled the aroma of chicken soup.

The inner disciples' residences are quite far from here, but his nose is really sharp; he can smell it even from here.

"Duan Wenhao!" Yun Fuzhao shoved him aside and chuckled, "You still have the nerve to drink our soup? Who was it that complained about the chicken back then?"

Duan Wenhao was surprisingly flexible and adaptable. "Times have changed. I'm disgusted by the chicken, what does this chicken soup have to do with it?"

He took another sip and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "It's so delicious!"

"..."

Song Ying was both amused and exasperated. She handed over a porcelain bowl containing a large chicken leg.

She blinked and whispered to Yun Fuzhao, "It was specially saved for you."

Yun Fuzhao felt a warmth in her heart, and tears streamed down her face.

The three of them, each holding a bowl, squatted together on the stone steps.

They looked relaxed and enjoying themselves.

Song Ying said, "Aren't you afraid the inner disciples will gossip about you if you stay with us?"

Duan Wenhao was chewing on chicken, his words muffled, "They dare!"

He swallowed the chicken and looked at Yun Fuzhao obsequiously, "With Senior Sister here, no one dares to talk about me."

Yun Fuzhao remained unmoved, saying, "Stop yelling."

Duan Wenhao was a master of flattery: "Senior Sister, you will always be the sect's Senior Sister. No one can shake your supreme position in my heart, no one!"

Song Ying: "..."

"Speaking of which, not only the inner disciples, but even the personal disciples are now somewhat wary of you." Duan Wenhao said with admiration, "You have now contracted the Wuji Sword, reached the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm, and even killed a third-grade magical beast in one move. Which personal disciple can do all of these things?"

In my opinion, Yu Nian'er, who is hailed as a genius, is nothing special in front of you.

Yun Fuzhao remained calm and composed. This was definitely a case of "praise to kill."

Duan Wenhao was still talking non-stop when Song Ying suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed a small white snake, and held it in front of him.

He closed his eyes and passed away peacefully.

When Yun Fuzhao saw that he had also fainted from fright, he realized that he wasn't so pathetic after all.

Having grown up in the countryside, Song Ying was naturally unafraid of such things. She curiously examined the little snake, "Where did this little snake come from? It doesn't look like it has any rank."

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "It has no rank, just an ordinary snake. I just picked it up from the grass and brought it back because I felt sorry for it."

Song Ying had no suspicions. She put the little snake aside and, thinking of something, said to Yun Fuzhao, "I heard that Yu Nian'er was heartbroken at the anniversary ceremony. To comfort her, the sect leader gave her a seventh-grade snow-treading spirit deer."

A hint of envy appeared in her eyes, "I heard that deer is very beautiful, and when it runs, it creates tiny snowflakes..."