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

Three black lines slowly appeared on Yun Fuzhao's forehead.

No? Who is this person?

How could you so brazenly take her blanket away?

Yun Fuzhao was instantly furious and yanked his small blanket back. With the blanket gone, the person underneath revealed their face.

"..."

—A face that looks as old as tree bark.

The old man, probably because he was no longer covered by a blanket, was also awakened by the cold. He squinted his eyes and struggled to make out the scene before him.

Yun Fuzhao's morning grumpiness subsided considerably; the old man looked rather pitiful.

The old man even coughed twice, as if to add to the occasion.

Yun Fuzhao's pity for him reached its peak at this moment, and she remained silent...

She wrapped the blanket around herself even tighter.

Old man: "..."

"You little brat, can't you see that this old man is freezing and his eyes and nose are running?"

Yun Fuzhao nodded and tucked his hands into the blanket as well.

It's really cold inside this library, with gusts of cold wind blowing in all directions. I guess they're trying to keep some disciples from sleeping in here.

Seeing that she remained unmoved, the old man became even more furious. "You brat!"

Yun Fuzhao remained unmoved. "Can't you be a little reasonable? This blanket is clearly mine. You snatched it and then you insult me? What a pointless thing to say."

The old man looked somewhat guilty and quickly disappeared again. He angrily said, "You have no respect for your teacher at all!"

As he spoke, the tuft of white beard on his chin trembled.

Yun Fuzhao didn't expect this person to be so unreasonable. Judging from his attire, he seemed to be an elder in charge of the library, dressed in tattered clothes, like a beggar.

On second thought, aren't people with this kind of identity usually hidden powerful beings in novels?

Yun Fuzhao changed the subject, chuckling as she moved a little closer to him, "Is Venerable One a member of the Boundless Sword Sect?"

The old man saw right through her little scheme, and now he became arrogant, shifting his body to the side and saying irritably, "Why should I tell you? Are we that close?"

Yun Fuzhao continued to move, "Look at what you're saying, we've been revolutionary friends for so long, we've even shared a blanket."

The old man's pupils dilated in shock, as if he had never seen such nonsense before. "You brat, don't you dare ruin my old man's reputation!"

"..."

Who? Her?

Yun Fuzhao glanced silently at the other person's drooping face, the wrinkles so deep they could trap a fly.

"Your Excellency, how could you speak to me like that!" Yun Fuzhao was furious, her face flushed red. "I only wanted to be friends with you, yet you have defiled me like this! In that case, I might as well be dead!"

After saying that, she suddenly stood up, as if she was so disheartened that she wanted to bang her head against the stone wall.

The old man remained unmoved.

Yun Fuzhao covered himself with a small blanket and went to sleep.

There was silence.

Old man: "What's your name?"

"I didn't call out."

"...I asked you what your name is!"

Yun Fuzhao closed his eyes peacefully. "Why should I tell you? Are we that close?"

"..."

That vengeful brat!

She slept until late at night, and in the end, Song Ying came and called her back.

Yun Fuzhao was still dizzy from sleeping. She glanced to the side, but the old man was long gone. She didn't pay any attention to it and yawned, "Have you found the sword technique?"

Song Ying's cheeks were flushed with excitement. "Found it! Found it! Senior Sister Yun, you're amazing!"

Once she reached the second floor, she went to find the "Three Extremes Manual" that Yun Fuzhao had mentioned. Song Ying possessed three spiritual roots, which was better than five spiritual roots, but cultivating it was still extremely difficult.

This sword manual is not only incredibly powerful, but it can even incorporate her spiritual root attributes into the sword techniques, which is truly amazing.

Yun Fuzhao was not surprised at all.

What a joke! The one who guided them in choosing their sword techniques was none other than the number one swordsman, Cloud Peak Sword Master, and the founder of the Boundless Sword Sect, the patriarch of the Wei family.

These two prominent figures could shake the entire cultivation world with a stomp of their feet.

"Did the other four choose the sword technique I mentioned?"

Song Ying nodded, "They've chosen. You didn't see it, the expressions on their faces were priceless."

As they talked, the two returned to their residence together.

They had only gone halfway when a person emerged from the shadows.

Song Ying was startled. "Who are you?!"

His handsome face, bathed in moonlight, created a moment of disorientation.

"Yu Ze, what are you doing here?"

Yu Ze glanced at Song Ying, then at Yun Fuzhao, but did not answer.

Song Ying's gaze shifted back and forth between the two, as if she understood something. She gave Yun Fuzhao a reassuring look and then made an excuse to leave.

With no one else around, Yu Ze's tense body relaxed, and he slowly approached Yun Fuzhao.

"I killed him."

"Who?" Yun Fuzhao didn't react for a moment.

"Wu Song".

If he hadn't mentioned it, Yun Fuzhao would have almost forgotten about this guy. That guy was courting death; it was only a matter of time before Yu Ze killed him.

Yu Ze's gaze lingered on her, unwilling to look away for even a moment. His voice was thick and low, "He insulted you..."

"—Damn it."

Yun Fuzhao was surprised. Did this mean that he killed Wu Song because Wu Song had spoken rudely to her?

She was a little confused about what Yu Ze meant. Could it be that he was doing this to repay the thousand high-grade spirit stones he owed her?

She was just saying it casually, but this kid took it seriously?

Yun Fuzhao's eyes darted around, and he said seriously, "Alright, considering you've done things for me, I'll offset it with ten high-grade spirit stones."

A hint of confusion appeared in his dark eyes. Yu Ze stared blankly for a long time before he understood what she meant.

Yun Fuzhao took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice, "What did you do with the body? It will be very troublesome if it is discovered."

The sudden closeness disrupted his breathing, and the faint scent of camellias seemed to penetrate his skin and seep into his bones.

Yu Ze's eyelashes trembled, and she seemed a little restless for a moment, though she didn't know why.

"say something?"

Yun Fuzhao looked at him suspiciously.

Yu Ze's Adam's apple bobbed, and it took him a while to find his voice, "I threw his body into the back mountain..."

At this point, his blood began to boil, as if he were lost in some memory.

He grinned, his gleaming white teeth flashing coldly. He stared at Yun Fuzhao, his eyes dark and bright, gleaming with an eerie light.

He murmured, word by word, as if savoring a memory, "A pack of wolves, starving for a long time, pounced on his corpse like madmen the moment they saw it. They devoured his flesh, crunching and smacking..."

Yu Ze's eyes reddened with excitement, "It made a series of chewing sounds!"

Yun Fuzhao felt a chill run down his spine and took a large step back.

The way he looked made it seem like he had devoured Wu Song alive.

She was so horrified by her own thought that her hair stood on end.

Then she thought that Yu Ze's mental state was very poor after becoming the Demon Lord, and he would repeatedly whip the corpses of those cultivators; he might even actually eat them...

“Yun Fuzhao”.

Yu Ze's face suddenly turned cold. "Why are you hiding?"