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

Becoming an inner disciple means a lighter training intensity, with more opportunities for them to manage their own schedules.

Yun Fuzhao was overjoyed that she no longer had to do chores and slept until noon.

She stretched lazily, and that stretch had an unexpected effect—she broke through to the next level on the spot.

Extremely hasty.

He went from the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage to the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage in an instant.

Yun Fuzhao sat on the bed and pondered for a moment. It seemed she could now cultivate the third form of the Illusionary Shadow Technique. This technique required reaching a certain level before one could cultivate the next form.

It's like opening a treasure chest, making people look forward to it.

However, she plans to go to Wanqi Pavilion first today.

According to the powerful figures, the Myriad Weapons Pavilion is located in the ancient city of Jin, at the foot of the Lingyue Sect.

These cities belong to sects and are under their protection, just like Nanxi Village.

The larger the sect, the more responsibilities it has. For example, the Xuantian Sect sometimes even helps the royal family deal with their troubles.

Yun Fuzhao took off on his sword.

The jade pendant on her wrist slumped lazily inside her sleeve.

Ever since it swallowed the sixth-grade Thundercloud Lion, it had been listless and often slept in her arms.

At first, Yun Fuzhao thought there was something wrong with the Thundercloud Lion, but Jiaoyu communicated with her using her consciousness and said that it was evolving.

Hearing this, Yun Fuzhao felt relieved.

While flying on a sword was fast, Lingyue Sect was still some distance from Wuyai Sword Sect, and it took her a whole day to get there.

The ancient city of Jin is prosperous and thriving. As dusk falls and the lights come on, the streets are filled with lights, people are in the shadows, and the smoke from teacups rises, creating an atmosphere of happiness everywhere.

Following the instructions of the powerful figures, Yun Fuzhao turned into a small alley, where the Wanqi Pavilion was located in a secluded courtyard.

The alley was a bit winding, and Yun Fuzhao was a little disoriented.

"If you don't want to die, stay still."

A cold dagger was pressed against her waist.

Yun Fuzhao's breath hitched. What was going on? Had she run into bandits?

She stood frozen in place. The other party was someone of great importance, yet Yun Fuzhao hadn't even noticed his approach.

A strong smell of blood filled the air; it belonged to the person behind him, who was injured.

Yun Fuzhao was calculating his chances of defeating him in his mind, but before he could figure it out, he heard a series of footsteps.

"He's right here, split up and search!"

The man behind her was clearly breathing more rapidly.

Yun Fuzhao spoke up: "I know a place where I can hide."

The man said coldly, "Don't try anything funny!"

"You must be injured. If those people catch up, we might all die."

Yun Fuzhao roared inwardly, "If you're going to die, then die, but don't drag her down with you!"

The man was clearly pondering her words. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Lead the way."

Following the system's instructions, Yun Fuzhao led the man into an abandoned well.

It's not deep, just enough for two people.

Yun Fuzhao closed the well cover and jumped down, only to find a cold dagger pressed against her neck.

The underground was pitch black, and Yun Fuzhao could not see his face, but could only feel his cold aura.

The man was very close, and the strong smell of blood made Yun Fuzhao frown.

She wondered what this man's true strength was, and whether she could turn the tables on him. It was a pity Jiaoyu was asleep; otherwise, her chances of winning would have been better.

About an incense stick's time later, the commotion outside completely disappeared.

Yun Fuzhao released his divine sense to confirm that those people had left before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"They're gone."

The dagger remained completely still.

"You want to kill me?" Yun Fuzhao broke down. This heartless man, she would definitely tear him to pieces later!

Just as she was about to speak, the person in front of her suddenly fell towards her, and the dagger landed on the haystack.

Yun Fuzhao dodged, and the man's head slammed against the stone with a "bang".

It sounds painful.

Yun Fuzhao ignored him and went up to move the stone away.

She took a few breaths of fresh air and glanced at the well. The man was dressed in black, his long, dark hair obscuring his face.

Only her fair neck was visible, with a ring of something black around it.

Yun Fuzhao looked at it for a while, then put the stone back on.

She walked away as soon as she was done. You can't blame her for dying, right? She's already been kind enough by not kicking someone when they're down.

[Song Manzhu rewards cultivation points]

[Song Manzhu: He's from the ghost realm. I hope you can save him.]

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

This tactic looks so familiar.

[Yun Family Squad 1, Hong Ziqing: They're actually from the Ghost Realm.]

[I didn't expect Song Manzhu to come too.]

People in the ghost realm don't like interacting with humans; this is the first time she's shown herself to us.

Judging from the tone of the comments, this Song Manzhu must be a very prominent figure.

Alright, since the big shot has said so, it doesn't matter who we save.

There was no way, she gave too much.

Yun Fuzhao moved the stone aside, went down, and brought the person back up.

Only when exposed to the light could Yun Fuzhao see his face clearly; his features were delicate and three-dimensional, and he had jingling silver ornaments hanging from his ears.

It has a bit of an exotic feel to it.

Her gaze moved down and landed on his neck.

She was right; he did indeed have a ring of black, ancient, and complex characters tattooed on his neck.

[Song Manzhu: This is a tattoo.]

Tattooing? If Yun Fuzhao remembered correctly, there was an ancient form of punishment that involved tattooing or applying ink to the face of criminals, called tattooing the face.

[The tattoo is given to the unchosen twin among the demon race.]

The Ghost King of the Ghost Realm can only be born from twins. The chosen one becomes the next Ghost King, while the unchosen one becomes the Ghost King's slave, destined to grovel at his feet and be at his mercy for life.

[Not only that, the ghost realm has a penchant for using fresh blood; those who weren't chosen will also serve as the ghost lord's mobile blood bank.]

Yun Fuzhao was somewhat shocked as he listened to the explanations of the powerful figures.

No wonder so many people in the cultivation world are unwilling to associate with the ghost realm; they are just that cruel within.

The guy in front of me is most likely the victim of the twins.

Yun Fuzhao took out a Grade 7 Rejuvenation Pill from his storage bag and fed it to him.

Considering his tragic background, she decided not to accept the spirit stones.

Honestly, Yun Fuzhao, don't be too kind.

This man is badly injured and won't wake up for a while. If we leave him here and those people come back, he'll definitely be dead.

Yun Fuzhao took out a cloak from his storage bag, covered him with it, and evaded the pursuit all the way, settling him in an inn in Jin Gu City.

After doing all this, Yun Fuzhao returned.

This time, she quickly found the Wanqi Pavilion.

It was no different from any other place where you could buy weapons; there were even a few ordinary people buying kitchen knives there.

Yun Fuzhao walked up to the dozing shopkeeper and said, "Hello, I'd like to ask if you have any weapons here."

The shopkeeper opened his eyes and glanced at her, then closed them again. "These are all good weapons."

Yun Fuzhao lowered his voice, "Is there anything better?"

She pushed the token over.

The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly. "Of course, this way please."

Yun Fuzhao followed him into the inner cabinet.

As soon as she entered, she was dazzled by all sorts of weapons.