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

Emotionally, Yu Nian'er was his little apprentice, someone he cherished dearly; logically, the footage played on the flying boat had an impact on the entire sect.

There's no reason for Meng Ci'er not to come.

The person in charge of the flying boat has some nerve, actually daring to help that madman Yun Fuzhao do such a thing.

Meng Ci'er was seething with anger, determined to teach this man a lesson.

"Sect Leader Meng?" Xie Wan wore a polite yet distant smile. "May I ask what brings you to our flying boat?"

The threat that was about to be delivered took an unexpected turn, and Meng Ci'er, who rarely maintained her dignified demeanor, revealed a hint of confusion.

After a long while, he finally found his voice, "Did Yun Fuzhao order you to do this?"

Xie Wan already knew the ins and outs of the matter, but even with her good temper, she couldn't show the respect she deserved to this biased sect leader of the Boundless Sword Sect.

“Yun Fuzhao won the mental strength carving test held by our sect. I’m sure the sect leader knows what winning this competition means,” Xie Wan said calmly. “All she wanted was fairness.”

Meng Ci'er sneered, "Fairness? What kind of fairness is it for a disciple to gamble in private?"

"Since the sect leader has said it was a private matter between disciples, how can it be considered fair for you, as the sect leader, to get involved?"

Xie Wan spoke with exquisite precision, "Or do you want your personal disciple to become a person who breaks their word?"

Meng Ci'er was speechless. As the sect leader, he was always fawned over and had never been criticized like this before, especially by a junior.

“This is an internal matter of our sect, so there’s no need for Miss Xie to worry about it.” Meng Ci’er’s face was somber. “I didn’t expect that Lingyue Sect, as the second-ranked sect, would produce such disrespectful disciples.”

"How our sect teaches its disciples is an internal matter," Xie Wan chuckled. "Besides, I only respect those who deserve respect. Disrespectful elders are not within my scope of respect."

"you!"

Meng Ci'er's face turned ashen with anger. "What a sharp-tongued little brat! Don't think that just because our Boundless Sword Sect has declined, we can be bullied like this!" He drew his longsword. "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"

Upon seeing Meng Ci'er draw her sword, Yun Fuzhao immediately stepped onto Wuji and charged straight towards her.

She truly hadn't expected that Meng Ci'er, that old man, would have such a strong fatherly attitude, and even had the audacity to lecture a direct disciple of the Lingyue Sect.

Xie Wan remained completely calm. "Sect Leader Meng, are you going to make an enemy of my Lingyue Sect?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Meng Ci'er from head to toe, the biting chill bringing him back to his senses.

Xie Wan's master is known for being fiercely protective of his own. If he were to do anything to her, the Boundless Sword Sect would likely be razed to the ground tomorrow.

"Considering that our sect is still celebrating its birthday, I will let bygones be bygones for Sect Leader Meng's rude behavior."

Xie Wan smiled serenely.

Yun Fuzhao stepped onto the deck. "I heard there were some jokes to watch here, so I came right away. Where are the jokes?"

Xie Wan pursed her lips, smiling but saying nothing.

Meng Ci'er had lost face so badly tonight, he was naturally unwilling to swallow his anger. Now that an unlucky fellow had conveniently come to his doorstep, how could he possibly let him go?

"Yun Fuzhao, it's just a bet, why are you making such a fuss?! Do you want the whole world to laugh at our sect?!"

"Sect Master, haven't you always taught me since I was a child that one should keep one's word? I'm just following your teachings now, how is that considered being unreasonable?"

"I could never raise a despicable person like you."

"Who knows? After all, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too." Yun Fuzhao shrugged.

"Very well, since you're so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he released his oppressive aura, and in an instant, a suffocating feeling enveloped Yun Fuzhao.

Meng Ci'er is now at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, and Yun Fuzhao has absolutely no chance of winning.

"Sect Leader Meng, are you going to kill your own disciple?" Xie Wan's voice was tinged with urgency.

Yun Fuzhao felt as if someone was choking him, unable to breathe, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Oh no, we're doomed.

Even at this point, she remained calm and composed.

Meng Ci'er's face was contorted with rage, and he had long lost his usual unapproachable demeanor, exuding a strong sense of malice and murderous intent from the inside out.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake."

“I have done nothing wrong, so I will not kneel.”

Even as his oppressive aura pressed down like Mount Tai, Yun Fuzhao remained standing ramrod straight.

If he kneels down, wouldn't she lose face?

"Roar--"

A deafening roar exploded out.

Before Meng Ci'er could react, he was sent flying backward by the sound wave. He flew several meters before regaining his footing.

Others were also affected, and they all covered their ears and looked pained.

Only Yun Fuzhao stood like a sapling, straight and upright.

A huge, silver-white spirit beast hovered behind her, its blood-red eyes coldly staring at Meng Ci'er.

An unnamed fear arose from the depths of his soul.

What on earth is this?

It has horns on its head, a body like a snake, but four legs.

A thought popped into Meng Ci'er's mind, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

No, it's not possible...

The spirit beast appeared for only a moment before disappearing, as if it had just been everyone's illusion.

Jiaoyu is already beginning to take on the form of a dragon, and it won't be long before she is fully grown up. If anyone harbors evil intentions at that time, she will lose her life.

So as soon as Jiaoyu came out, she immediately told him to go back.

Ren Chensheng donated 1 Heavenly-grade Concealment Pill as a reward.

[Yun Family Squad 1, Ren Chensheng: This is truly an eye-opener! I never thought I'd see a dragon in my lifetime. Little girl, you'd better hide it well, or it'll be terrible if others find out.]

[That's right, the dragon race has been extinct for a long time. If you, little spirit beast, were to be born, you would surely cause a bloodbath.]

Without saying a word, Yun Fuzhao made Jiaoyu swallow the pill. A ninth-grade pill was already rare, let alone a heavenly-grade one.

After taking this pill, even a cultivator at the Mahayana stage wouldn't be able to discern Jiaoyu's true form.

"What was that just now?"

"Does a mere roar have such a powerful deterrent effect?"

"Even the sect leader, a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, couldn't withstand it?"

Yun Fuzhao touched the Wuji Sword. "Thank you for your hard work."

This seemingly plausible statement successfully drew attention to the Wuji Sword.

"I've heard that once you cultivate the Void Dragon Roar to a certain level, you can see the afterimage of a dragon. Could it be that just now..."

"The Void Dragon Roar of the Cloud Peak Sword Master has been lost for a long time. The only fragment is still in the hands of the Xuantian Sect. How could it be that sword technique?"

Yun Fuzhao did not explain, and directly put the Wuji Sword back into its sheath.

Since she's already given the hints, let them guess the rest themselves.

Suppressing her shock, Xie Wan approached Yun Fuzhao and extended a sincere invitation, "Yun Fuzhao, would you be willing to join our Lingyue Sect and become a personal disciple?"