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

Yun Fuzhao had a good night's sleep; she hadn't had such a satisfying sleep in a long time.

It felt as if every cell had relaxed in a state of contentment.

Every morning she would reach out and run her hand over Jiaoyu's smooth, bald head, and today was no exception. But when she touched it...

Hmm, this feels a bit off.

Yun Fuzhao opened his eyes and met those bright red eyes.

And on its head, two small, white-gold horns, each the size of a fingernail, sprouted.

Yun Fuzhao sat up abruptly, holding Jiaoyu and looking at it from left to right. It had grown quite a bit overnight.

She pried open its mouth, and its teeth had grown sharp.

As expected of a sixth-grade beast core, this guy saw immediate results after eating it.

Now you really can't associate it with snakes.

"Huh? Why does this snake have horns?"

Song Ying looked on with surprise.

Yun Fuzhao could barely suppress the urge to smile. "It's probably mutated."

Song Ying didn't mind. She tugged at Yun Fuzhao's sleeve with some anticipation, "Senior Sister Yun, today we're going to the library to choose the sword techniques that suit us best."

After learning sword control, outer disciples of the Boundless Sword Sect can go to the library to select sword techniques.

Outer disciples can only go to the first floor, the second floor is only open to inner disciples, and the third floor is only for direct disciples.

Similar to the allocation of resources, the sword techniques hidden on the corresponding floors are mostly practiced by the general public.

Yun Fuzhao already possesses the Void Dragon Roar of the Cloud Peak Sword Master, a sword technique that even the third level cannot possibly possess. There is absolutely no need for her to go.

However, in order to justify the sword technique, Yun Fuzhao still went with Song Ying.

At this moment, a number of disciples had gathered at the entrance of the library, and they were excitedly discussing it.

"Finally, I can choose a sword technique. I've been looking forward to this day for so long."

"What's there to look forward to? What good sword techniques will we be able to choose?"

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. If you really want a good sword technique, just be among the top ten in the promotion competition next month and enter the inner sect. Then you'll get some good stuff."

"It's so easy to say..."

One of the outer disciples sighed.

"Senior Sister Yu, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the Taoist robes with crane patterns embroidered on the cuffs, Wu Song immediately went to greet them.

The woman at the head of the group was beautiful and was surrounded by her disciples in the center.

Yu Nian'er smiled shyly, "I heard you were choosing sword techniques today, so I came here to cheer you on."

"Senior Sister Yu is such a kind person. The other direct disciples all look down on us, but she treats everyone the same."

"Yes, no wonder so many people like her, she deserves it all."

As praises reached her ears, Yu Nian'er's smile deepened. She glanced around briefly, her gaze settling on Yun Fuzhao, who stood at the edge, lost in thought.

Yu Nian'er slowly walked towards her, "Senior Sister Yun, it's been a long time."

Yun Fuzhao was startled by her shout. She had just been lost in thought for a moment when this person appeared in front of her, and was quite frightening. "Long time no see."

I actually saw him just yesterday.

“The first level of sword techniques is really not good enough for you, Senior Sister Yun,” Yu Nian’er said with a hint of regret. “If you don’t mind, I can teach you the sword techniques I’ve practiced.”

"If I remember correctly, the sword technique that Senior Sister Yu cultivates is the Sect Master's Dream Returns to Seal, right? This sword move is strange and complicated, like looking at flowers in the fog, making it impossible to understand."

"That's the sect leader's unique sword technique. Senior Sister Yu, aren't you being too generous?"

"I heard that the sect leader used this sword technique to become famous at the sect's grand meeting when he was young."

Song Ying tugged at Yun Fuzhao's sleeve and said softly, "Senior Sister Yun, this is a good thing, don't refuse it just because you're embarrassed."

Yun Fuzhao had no idea what she was up to, and regardless of whether it was genuine or not, she didn't intend to accept it. "No need."

Upon hearing this, the inner disciple who came with Yu Nian'er couldn't help but mock, "She really doesn't know what's good for her. Senior Sister Yu, you don't need to be so nice to her. Yun Fuzhao is a heartless ingrate."

Wu Song seized the opportunity, "It's only because you're kind-hearted. If I were facing such a heartless bastard, I would have..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his head. He clutched his head, his eyes searching through the crowd, but to no avail.

Yu Nian'er's eyes reddened appropriately, "I know you still blame me for the Wuji Sword incident, but that wasn't my intention..."

Yun Fuzhao never expected this matter to be brought up again and again. She was too lazy to play along and said bluntly, "Yes, I blame you. Not only do I blame you, I hate you, so please stop bothering me, okay?"

"..."

Tears streamed down Yu Nian'er's cheeks, the beautiful woman weeping, her face streaked with tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you hated me so much..."

"Yun Fuzhao has gone too far. Senior Sister Renyu meant well."

"Yun Fuzhao dares to speak to her like that just because he has a high cultivation level now and has contracted the Wuji Sword. I don't understand what he has to be so proud of."

A voice from outside the door interjected, "Am I the only one who thinks Yu Nian's frivolous behavior is a bit excessive?"

Song Ying nodded and echoed, "I think so too. Yu Nian'er came today precisely to give us, Fu Zhao, a hard time, and to show off that although we were both direct disciples, the sect leader only taught her the sect's unique sword technique..."

The inner disciples were furious that these good-for-nothings dared to slander their senior sister like that. "If your hearts are tainted, everything you see will be tainted. Our Senior Sister Yu had good intentions, but you've twisted the truth like this. No wonder your cultivation can't improve; it's because your hearts are too black!"

Song Ying: "You!"

Yun Fuzhao replied with a smile, "You keep talking about cultivation level, but I haven't seen you guys any more powerful than me."

"Look at you all, enjoying such good resources, yet your cultivation is still mediocre. Isn't this a waste of resources?"

She pointed to the group of outer disciples behind her, "If they had the same resources as you, they might not be any worse off than you."

The faces of those inner disciples turned a deep shade of liver from anger.

"Heh, Yun Fuzhao, do you think anyone will believe what you're saying? Don't you know why an outer disciple is an outer disciple?"

"Exactly! Poor spiritual roots and poor aptitude—what else could they be but an outer disciple?"

"Yun Fuzhao, you have nothing to be proud of. With only five spiritual roots, how powerful can you be? At most, you can only reach the Nascent Soul stage. Our potential is far greater than yours!"

These words were like knives stabbing into the hearts of the outer disciples. They were angry, but these were undeniable facts.

Yun Fuzhao: "Are you saying that the outer disciples' poor aptitude is innate?"

One of the inner disciples rolled his eyes. "Is that even a question?"

“If you ask me, no,” Yun Fuzhao laughed, “Today, we outer disciples are going into the library to choose sword techniques. Since you don’t believe what I say, do you dare let us into the second floor?”

Everyone was startled.

Yun Fuzhao looked at Yu Nian'er, "Dare to make a bet with me?"

Yu Nian'er was somewhat puzzled. "What?"

Yun Fuzhao pointed to the five inner disciples behind her, "I'll bet they'll be kicked out of the inner sect next month."