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

Look at what he's saying! With his heartless and insane appearance, anyone would avoid him, right?

"It's late, I need to go back to sleep."

Yun Fuzhao felt that this man's gaze was like that of a jackal or a tiger, making her feel uneasy. If she stayed here any longer, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself from taking Wuji.

Yu Ze didn't speak, his dark eyes as black as graphite.

Seeing this, Yun Fuzhao turned to leave, but Yu Ze had anticipated this and grabbed her wrist.

A cold, icy hand pressed against her skin, and Yun Fuzhao shivered. Was this the body temperature a human should have?

Her heart was pounding; she had no idea what the villain meant.

Based on everything that had happened recently, Yun Fuzhao had a guess in her mind. This guy had come to see her time and time again. Could it be that Yu Nian'er sent him to spy on her?

Have they already gone back to the original storyline?

Yun Fuzhao's mind raced, and his body tensed instinctively. If he were to actually make a move, he would be letting Xi Muzhe down...

She was brainstorming over there, looking wary, but if she looked closely at Yu Ze's expression, she would see that his eyes were red at the corners, and he looked both excited and at a loss.

Yu Ze stared at her wrist, which he had restrained, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. His chest felt hot and burning, making him somewhat anxious, and he wanted to tear something apart.

The next second, the person in front of him broke free from his grasp, and a hint of wariness appeared on their fair and clean face.

Yun Fuzhao: "You want to fight me?"

"..."

Yu Ze felt a dryness in his throat and was thirsty. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "I don't want to."

He glanced at her, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Yun Fuzhao was even more baffled. "Just say what you have to say. Stop beating around the bush. It's driving me crazy."

"That fox."

Yun Fuzhao was taken aback. That was a ninth-grade concealment pill, the original form of which even Meng Cier couldn't see. How could he see it so easily?

She gasped. No wonder she was able to rival the male lead in strength later on; it was simply too incredible.

I should have chosen him when selecting outer disciples, but he had disappeared by then, so it was all for nothing.

"What fox?" Yun Fuzhao joked. "I don't know, I'm sleepy."

Yu Ze hesitated, wanting to warn her that the fox wasn't a good person, but then he remembered that the other party also had something on him...

"Alright, I'm going back." Yun Fuzhao was afraid he would come again, so she ran away as fast as she could this time.

Halfway through her run, she looked back and saw Yu Ze standing there, blending into the deep night.

The shadow falls in the moonlight, evoking a strange sense of loneliness.

Following the formula of all novels, the main villain always has a tragic childhood, and Yu Ze is no exception.

"Beautiful, strong, and tragic" perfectly describes this kind of person.

Thinking about it this way, wasn't the original owner of this body also a tragic figure? Orphaned at a young age, she had no choice but to beg on the streets. When she was finally adopted, the person used her to shield her from disaster...

The eldest brother showed no sympathy for the second brother; they were both in the same predicament.

Yun Fuzhao shook his head and returned to his residence.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she saw Jiaoyu dragging the fox backward by its tail in her mouth, while the half-grown fox stretched out its limbs, its fur disheveled. Upon seeing her, its golden pupils instantly filled with tears.

He looked like he'd been bullied terribly.

Yun Fuzhao's forehead veins throbbed as he grabbed Jiaoyu and demanded, "What are you two doing?"

Jiaoyu hadn't expected the fox to be such a drama queen. Just moments ago, it had been contemptuously stepping on its tail, but as soon as Yun Fuzhao arrived, it transformed into this pitiful figure!

This is green tea!!!

Jiaoyu twisted its body wildly, its tail slapping against Yun Fuzhao's arm.

Qi Huai slowly sat up and, under her gaze, rubbed against her feet like a cat.

It's a good thing Jiaoyu can't speak, otherwise she would definitely be cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations right now.

Yun Fuzhao was in a real bind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the things in her room had been knocked over and were all over the place. Her face turned red with anger.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You two, clean the house for me."

The fox and the snake exchanged a glance, and both saw regret in each other's eyes.

Soon, the fox, carrying a broom, and the snake, carrying a rag, diligently began cleaning.

Yun Fuzhao sat to the side, wiping his sword expressionlessly.

The scene was surprisingly harmonious.

This was the scene that Song Ying saw when she returned.

While surprised, I also felt a bit of admiration for Yun Fuzhao.

These two animals are completely different in front of her; they have terrible tempers and won't let her touch them. But in front of Senior Sister Yun, they are incredibly well-behaved.

"Did you go wading in the water? Your clothes are so wet." Yun Fuzhao looked Song Ying up and down. His face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were dripping wet.

It looks like it climbed out of the water.

Song Ying chuckled, plopped down on Yun Fuzhao, picked up the teapot, tilted her head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of water.

Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Senior Sister Yun, I'm about to break through!"

Song Ying had been stuck in the Foundation Establishment stage for a long time. She cultivated diligently, putting in a hundred times more effort than others, but her cultivation remained stagnant, like still water.

She thought her life would end here.

When she returned home that time, she saw her father lying in bed, his hair gray and unable to get up. Her eyes reddened at the sight, and she thought that she should leave the sect and go back to take care of him, since she was not cut out for cultivating immortality anyway.

But just now, she went to the training ground to practice the "Three Extremes Technique". Before she even started practicing the sword moves, it was as if her Ren and Du meridians had been opened, and her progress was incredibly fast.

As a result, her cultivation, which had remained unmoved for many years, began to fluctuate.

Yun Fuzhao was very pleased, as she had long known that Song Ying would be a promising cultivator.

Among these outer disciples, she was the most diligent. Every day, she would first run around the peaks, then practice the sect's sword techniques, and finally return to the disciples' residence to wake Yun Fuzhao up.

Rain or shine, it never stops.

With this kind of perseverance, you will succeed at anything.

Yun Fuzhao admires this kind of person the most; they are so self-disciplined, unlike her, who has to coax herself to get up every day.

Before Song Ying could say anything more, her expression suddenly changed, her voice rose a few decibels, and her eyes sparkled, "Coming! I'm going to meditate!"

Yun Fuzhao nodded with satisfaction, "Go."

Among those inner disciples, the highest cultivation level was at the early Golden Core stage. Most of the others were hovering around the Spirit Void stage.

The gap wasn't too large, and Yun Fuzhao felt he had a chance of winning.

Speaking of which, she should start cultivating the Void Dragon Roar now. She will also be participating in the advancement competition a month from now.

Although her cultivation has now reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, she fights without any strategy, simply wielding the Wuji Blade as a weapon and hacking around aimlessly.

This is not okay.

Yun Fuzhao took out the sword manual from You Ziqian and began to read it by lamplight.

The sword manual was very thin, but when you opened it, the powerful characters inside seemed to come alive, dancing in front of her.

Yun Fuzhao was dazzled by the sight. The words slowly formed a human figure, with sword light like a dragon, swirling and dancing, exuding a majestic aura.

The Wuji Sword in his hand trembled with excitement.