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

“Take responsibility? Haven’t I already taken responsibility?” Yun Fuzhao raised her hand, and a red contract appeared in her palm. She said seriously, “Look, we’re bound together for life.”

"..."

Qi Huai was taken aback, the two red marks between his brows becoming even more striking. He was the one who started the ambiguous remarks, but she actually responded, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

The person who spoke had clear, bright eyes. A gentle breeze blew, causing the red ribbon binding her hair to sway in a beautiful arc.

His heart skipped a beat, and Qi Huai's hand, which was hanging by his clothes, tightened unconsciously.

Before Yun Fuzhao could say anything, the handsome young man in front of her suddenly turned into a little fox with a "bang," and without even glancing at her, he jumped down from the tree and disappeared into the bushes.

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No, did she say something wrong?

Once a contract is formed, isn't the spirit beast bound to its master for life?

Yun Fuzhao did not hesitate and got up to go find Wang Liang.

Of the four, Wang Liang's cultivation methods were the dirtiest and most tiring.

Outer disciples also have the task of feeding spirit beasts in their daily routine, but the task of carrying out their manure is left to the handymen.

Even the worst outer disciples are still cultivators. Cleaning up animal feces is too humiliating for them. The sect isn't that cruel.

Yun Fuzhao thought that if he asked Wang Liang to do such a thing, he must be either not greedy or lazy and cunning.

It wasn't until she entered the Spirit Beast Garden that she realized how narrow-minded she had been.

Wang Liang was seen carrying the spirit beast's excrement on a shoulder pole, his steps steady.

It was midday, the sun was scorching, and the smell of excrement mixed with the odor of the spirit beasts, like raw meat that had been rotten for days in a corner—strong, pungent, and enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

Wang Liang's robes were soaked through, and his wheat-colored skin was sunburned red.

Upon seeing Yun Fuzhao, his face lit up with joy, and he greeted her warmly, "Senior Sister Yun!"

Yun Fuzhao walked towards him, and the latter was startled and quickly stopped her, "Senior Sister Yun, don't come any closer, be careful of your shoes."

"fine."

People are working under the scorching sun, and Yun Fuzhao has no reason to be pretentious.

Wang Liang's smile was simple and genuine, making him appear exceptionally approachable.

This reminded Yun Fuzhao of her grandfather in the countryside. He was a farmer, and his smile was as warm as the sun.

Yun Fuzhao: "You do it very skillfully."

Wang Liang smiled shyly, "When I was little, I would go with my dad to collect horse manure on the road. Back then, a basket of horse manure could be sold for five low-grade spirit stones. But every time I finished collecting it, I would smell bad, and the kids in the village didn't want to play with me."

He said this while still smiling, showing no signs of feeling inferior because of their disdain.

Yun Fuzhao stared at him, a sense of admiration rising in her heart. If it were her, she might not have had such a magnanimous attitude.

"Hey, isn't this Yun Fuzhao? You've come to collect manure with this dung bastard?"

Yun Fuzhao turned his head and saw several disciples in gorgeous robes standing not far away, watching them with smiles.

The one leading the group was none other than her former junior brother, Hou Feiyu.

Behind him were the five inner disciples.

Yun Fuzhao could only remember their faces, but couldn't match their names with their faces.

Hou Feiyu covered his mouth and nose in disgust, "I really don't know what you guys were thinking, coming to such a disgusting place."

“Senior Brother Hou, you don’t know this,” one of the inner disciples in purple robes said with a malicious smile, “Just yesterday, my three-eyed fire wolf accidentally ate my storage ring. It’s full of treasures, and I have to get it back.”

“That stuff is indigestible for spirit beasts, so it’s probably mixed in with the dung,” the purple-robed disciple pointed to the dung basket, “and ended up in there.”

The group burst into laughter.

"Ding Ling, look at you! How could you be so careless? This will be such a hassle to find!"

Ding Ling said innocently, "How could I find it myself? Look, isn't this a ready-made helper? Horse Dung Boy, if you help me find the storage ring, I'll reward you with ten low-grade spirit stones. How about that? More than you earn selling horse dung, right?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"This kid is definitely grateful to you."

Hou Feiyu also curled his lips, looking at Yun Fuzhao with a hint of disdain in his eyes. This person seemed to be possessed, abandoning his position as a proper disciple to insist on getting involved with these filthy things.

Now, even talking to her feels like polluting the air.

Yun Fuzhao tilted his head and laughed, "How many pounds did you eat? Why are you talking so foully?"

Several people's expressions changed.

"Yun Fuzhao, if you really care about this bastard, why don't you help him find him? I can pay double the price!"

"Haha, you're so mean."

Yun Fuzhao: "Fine, if I find it, I'll personally stuff it into your mouth."

She flipped her wrist, ready to teach them a lesson.

A line of text appeared in the live chat.

[Yun Family Team 2, Ziqian: Don't interfere; there's no new beginning without destruction. This is a test for him in itself.]

Yun Fuzhao paused, only then realizing You Ziqian's intention.

In novels, the protagonist often has to endure countless humiliations in order to develop an indomitable will. Then, through perseverance and hardship, he finally delivers a resounding slap to everyone.

Wang Liang had grown accustomed to such humiliation since childhood and was now numb to it. However, when he heard them use the same words to insult Senior Sister Yun, a surge of anger suddenly arose in his heart.

She was kind to herself and to the outer disciples; she was a hero among all the outer disciples. How could such a person be humiliated like this?!

Seeing that the two remained unmoved, Ding Ling decided to add fuel to the fire. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Wang Liang, your father is still working as a stable boy for my family. Are you going against my wishes because you don't want your father to have an easy time?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Liang's face turned pale, his hands clenched tightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "Fine. I'll find... please don't hurt my father."

Yun Fuzhao never expected this person to be so shameless, actually threatening him with his family.

Ding Ling was extremely pleased with himself. "See? I told you he would agree."

He was met with hearty laughter from the others.

Hou Feiyu couldn't stand the stench any longer. "Alright, if you agreed, hurry up and leave. I smell bad."

Ding Ling waved to them with a grin, "Good luck to you all!"

Yun Fuzhao raised his hand, and the invisible third-grade misfortune talisman "whooshed" accurately onto Ding Ling's back.

I won this in a lottery before, and it came in handy today.

"Hey guys, wanna... ouch!"

Before Ding Ling could speak, he suddenly tripped and fell face-first into the mud, his purple robe covered in brown, unidentified substances.

The group quickly helped him up.

Hou Feiyu looked away with disgust, saying, "It stinks."

Ding Ling raised his hand in disbelief; his fair palm was now covered in mud and reeked of a foul stench.

The remaining people also subconsciously took a few steps back.

Ding Ling turned around shakily. Yun Fuzhao stood under the sun, smiling gently. Her smile was bright, yet it sent chills down one's spine.