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

Yun Fuzhao won without any doubt.

Many people even said they wanted to learn the craft from her. Yun Fuzhao gladly accepted; after all, this could be considered passing on intangible cultural heritage.

Actually, what she did is nothing special; some masters can carve more than twenty layers.

"Can I take this back to show my master?" Xie Wan really liked the thing and couldn't put it down.

"Okay, take it."

Xie Wan carefully placed the Ghost Craft Ball into the wooden box and then put it into the storage bag.

"Yun Fuzhao, what do you want? Just name it if Lingyue Sect can do it."

"I heard that you will be using flying boats to fly around the cultivation world."

Xie Wan nodded and chuckled, "My elders said that birthdays should be celebrated in a lively manner, and it would be best if the entire cultivation world knew about it."

That's exactly what Yun Fuzhao wanted.

Yun Fuzhao moved closer to her and lowered his voice, saying, "I just want..."

Xie Wan looked surprised, but quickly understood. "No problem."

After bidding her farewell, Yun Fuzhao flew back to the Boundless Sword Sect on his sword and handed the sword to Wang Liang and the others.

"Senior Sister Yun."

Wang Liang called out to her.

"what happened?"

Yun Fuzhao was dozing off when he turned his head and saw that Wang Liang had actually knelt down.

Sleepiness vanished instantly. Yun Fuzhao helped him up, saying, "Why are you kneeling? You're shortening your lifespan."

“I heard it from my father,” Wang Liang said, his eyes red-rimmed. “Thank you, Senior Sister Yun. From now on, my life belongs to you. You can even ask me to die.”

“…What would I do with your life?” Yun Fuzhao finally managed to pull him up from the ground after much persuasion. “If you really want to repay me, then cultivate diligently.”

Wang Liang wiped away his tears, "Okay..."

The matter of going to the Demon Realm to find someone needs to be planned carefully. As soon as Shang Jia heard about the knife's requirements, she immediately shook her head and refused to let her go, crying with tears and snot streaming down her face.

She'd already accepted the portrait of Yun Fuzhao, how could she not go? Her sentiment was enough.

The Lingyue Sect's anniversary celebration is coming soon.

That day, Yun Fuzhao got up very early and specially invited Song Ying and the others to go to the top of the mountain together.

Seeing that they had all gone, the other outer disciples followed suit, as if to join in the fun.

Although Song Ying and the others had entered the inner sect, they were still closer to the outer sect disciples. In addition, those inner sect disciples were arrogant and often secretly ostracized them, making their already strained relationship even more precarious.

"Senior Sister Yun, what are you doing? Playing hide-and-seek? Count me in."

Duan Wenhao followed along eagerly.

The training at the Boundless Sword Sect ended early today, and many disciples, seeing a group of people walking up the mountain, followed them out of boredom.

"What are they doing?"

Hou Feiyu looked puzzled.

"Is that Senior Sister Yun?" Yu Nian'er said softly, "It feels a bit strange to have so many people going up together."

Hou Feiyu was so angry that he gritted his teeth whenever he heard the name "Yun Fuzhao". He turned around and grabbed Yu Nian'er's wrist. "Come on, junior sister, let's go see what she's up to."

"I think I'll pass," Yu Nian'er said dejectedly. "They don't like me."

"Who said that! You're so wonderful, anyone who doesn't like you is blind!" Hou Feiyu moved closer to Yu Nian'er and gently rubbed the top of her head with his large hand. "Even if everyone leaves you, as long as you turn around, I'll always be behind you."

Yu Nian'er's cheeks flushed slightly. She gently slapped Hou Feiyu and said coquettishly, "That's so cheesy."

Hou Feiyu scratched his head sheepishly, "Just telling the truth."

"Senior Brother, let's go up and take a look. If anything happens, we'll be able to deal with it."

"I don't know what's going on in Yun Fuzhao's head," Hou Feiyu gritted his teeth, "What if something goes wrong with all these people being sent up there?!"

Sitting on the mountaintop, Yun Fuzhao sneezed; someone was talking badly about her.

"Senior Sister Yun, what do you want us to see?"

Song Ying stood close to her, saying, "I have a feeling this will be very interesting."

The group sat there for half an hour.

Many disciples left because they were bored.

Hou Feiyu and Yu Nian'er stood a little further away, looking down from the mountaintop at the lights of thousands of homes. Turning his head, he saw his beloved right beside him.

He was momentarily distracted and no longer cared about Guan Yun or Zhao; his mind and eyes were only on the person in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

Hou Feiyu grasped her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing. After a long pause, as if making a decision, he finally spoke, "Junior Sister, I..."

"Today, I, Yu Nian'er, have made a bet with Yun Fuzhao. If, a month from now, the five inner disciples behind me are defeated by those five outer disciples, I will give my Snow-Treading Spirit Deer to Yun Fuzhao..."

A tremendous sound came from above.

Yun Fuzhao smiled and said, "You're here."

Everyone looked up and saw a huge flying boat hovering above the Boundless Sword Sect. Above the flying boat, a pure and lovely woman was speaking.

Yu Nian'er's expression twisted; even she couldn't maintain her former mask this time. She stared intently at the sky, almost grinding her teeth to powder.

Song Ying was the first to realize, "Isn't this the video of Yu Nian'er making that bet with you that day?"

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "That's right."

She looked troubled. "I only did this because I had no other choice."

Song Ying: "...You would be more convincing if you toned down the smile on your face."

Kang Cheng burst into laughter without any attempt to hide his excitement: "Brilliant, brilliant, Senior Sister Yun, your move is truly brilliant! Yu Nian'er has now lost face in the entire cultivation world."

Yun Fuzhao: "If she had obediently fulfilled the bet, I wouldn't have gone this far."

Just because a tiger doesn't show its power doesn't mean it's Hello Kitty.

"Yun Fuzhao!"

A loud voice rang out, followed by a flash of silver light. Yun Fuzhao reacted instinctively, grabbing Song Ying and quickly dodging.

A silver sword was stuck straight in the spot where they had been.

Hou Feiyu was furious. "Yun Fuzhao, you've gone too far!"

A pale-faced woman followed closely behind him.

"Senior Brother, don't be impulsive."

"Let me go!" Hou Feiyu was consumed by emotion and wouldn't listen to anything else. "Let me kill this bitch!"

Wang Liang frowned. "What did you say?"

"I say, you bitches! You're all just lackeys of that bitch Yun Fuzhao!"

Wang Liang drew his sword, but Yun Fuzhao grabbed it and said, "Don't fight them, or they'll find something to use against you."

Yun Fuzhao looked at Hou Feiyu, "You'll get back at me if I scold you."

Hou Feiyu: "...Are you out of your mind?! Let's have a one-on-one fight!"

"You think you're manure that I have to pick through?"

"..."

Song Ying burst out laughing.

The flying boat over there is still playing the same music on a loop.

"Why do I see the sect leader? That direction, isn't that a flying boat?"

Yun Fuzhao looked up and indeed saw Meng Cier rushing towards the flying boat.

"Putting everything else aside, the sect leader really dotes on Yu Nian'er. As soon as she got into trouble, he immediately came to her rescue."

"Why is it that it's actually kind of adorable?"

Song Ying was somewhat worried, "If the sect leader intervenes, the flying boat you hired may be in trouble."

Yun Fuzhao blinked. "Who said I hired him?"

"Ah? Then this flying boat..."

"From the Lingyue Sect."