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

Everyone was shocked.

Becoming a direct disciple of the Lingyue Sect has extremely strict requirements, requiring multiple rounds of selection. Since the sect's founding, there has never been a case where someone could enter simply by saying a few words.

Even Meng Ci'er was quite surprised.

He naturally didn't want his disciple, whom he despised, to go to such a good sect. Someone like Yun Fuzhao should live in his shadow for the rest of his life. "Miss Xie, are you trying to poach my disciple right in front of me?"

“If your sect doesn’t cherish talent, someone else will.” Xie Wan looked at Yun Fuzhao again, her tone expectant. “If you agree, the elders will definitely fight to make you their personal disciple.”

[Yun Family Brigade 2nd Guard He Yu: Yun girl, this is a great opportunity. You will receive the respect you deserve there. The Boundless Sword Sect is ruined by a scoundrel like Meng Ci'er.]

[Yun Family Team 1, Hong Ziqing: That's right, Lingyue Sect's resources are definitely much better than Wuya Sword Sect's.]

Yun Fuzhao: [I won't go.]

She had made such grand promises to Kang Cheng; it wouldn't make sense if she didn't deliver.

Moreover, Yun Fuzhao was more concerned about the fact that everyone here was her friend. If she went to Lingyue Sect, she would have to start all over again.

Yun Fuzhao is someone who really likes to stay in her comfort zone; she can spend a long time eating and drinking milk tea at one shop.

Going to a new environment means facing the unknown.

She is unwilling to step out of her comfort zone unless absolutely necessary.

“I’m doing just fine here,” Yun Fuzhao said with a smile. “I love how they can’t stand me but can’t do anything about it.”

Xie Wan chuckled, "Alright, you're welcome to visit Lingyue Sect anytime."

"it is good."

The Lingyue Sect's anniversary celebration is still ongoing, and Xie Wan cannot stay too long.

"Miss Xie, please remove the photo stone," Meng Ci'er said calmly.

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Xie Wan refused ruthlessly. “Our sect values ​​integrity the most. If we say we’ll circle the entire cultivation world, we mean it.”

Meng Ci'er, who had been subtly insulted: "..."

"Master, Senior Sister Yun."

Yu Nian'er rode the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer onto the flying boat. "I'm sorry, Nian'er was willful before. Nian'er knows she was wrong."

She dismounted from the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer, her eyes filled with struggle. "I will break the contract with the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer right now."

"Nian'er, you don't need to make things so hard for yourself..."

“Master,” Yu Nian’er interrupted him, “Nian’er doesn’t want to be ridiculed by the whole world, nor does she want the sect to lose face.”

Her stubborn yet determined appearance deeply touched Meng Ci'er's heart. He looked at her again and again, but in the end, he said nothing.

Yu Nian'er led the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer to Yun Fuzhao, gritted her teeth, and personally destroyed the contract.

Her face could no longer maintain its former innocence; her eyes were filled with hatred.

"for you."

These words practically spat out from between his teeth.

Yun Fuzhao readily accepted, gently patting the spirit deer's head. "Very good."

"I've fulfilled the bet, can we take back the projection stone now?"

“No problem.” Yun Fuzhao looked at Xie Wan, who understood and waved for the other disciples to remove the projection stones.

"Yun Fuzhao, I'll be going now." Xie Wan smiled at her and left without giving anyone else a second glance.

Meng Ci'er's already unpleasant face turned even more ashen, like an inkstone that had been overturned.

Having obtained the deer, Yun Fuzhao flew directly towards Song Ying and the others.

Having been intimidated by the previous incident, Meng Ci'er dared not make a move against Yun Fuzhao and could only watch her leave gracefully.

"Master, what exactly was that phantom back then?"

Yu Nian'er and the others below could only see a huge white light.

Many people believe that this was a phantom created by Yun Fuzhao to escape.

Meng Ci'er, unusually, did not respond.

Those below couldn't see clearly, but it was different for those on the ship, especially Meng Ci'er, who could even see faint golden-yellow scales on the creature's body.

It's not a phantom at all.

Meng Ci'er didn't know exactly what it was, but his intuition told him that it was dangerous and not something he could mess with.

Since returning from that mission, Yun Fuzhao has been on a winning streak, the only possible explanation being that she gained an unparalleled opportunity during that mission.

Otherwise, how could someone who's utterly useless have such great abilities?

This was the first time Meng Ci'er had ignored her words, and Yu Nian'er was extremely dissatisfied. She could feel that things were slipping out of her control, and it was all Yun Fuzhao's fault!

How come she didn't die on the mission?!

Once the thought was formed, Yu Nian'er clenched her fingers. Yes, Yun Fuzhao must die.

The two stood together, each harboring their own secrets.

Yun Fuzhao and his group had already left.

"Song Ying, this deer is for you."

Yun Fuzhao led Taxue to her. This spirit beast had an excellent temperament, was not afraid of people at all, and was very friendly.

"What? I don't want to!"

Song Ying raised her voice and waved her hands repeatedly in refusal, "Senior Sister Yun, this is something you worked so hard to get, how can you give it to me?"

"Oh dear, I already have two spirit beasts, and I can't raise any more than that."

Song Ying glanced at the harmless little snake wrapped around her wrist, then at the little dog lying on her bed, fast asleep.

She fell into an eerie silence.

"Senior Sister Yun, you should keep it. At least you'll have something presentable."

Although the little snake on her wrist performed well that time, it was still a low-ranking snake and wouldn't make much of an impression if she took it out.

"Alright, stop making excuses. If you don't want it, I'll give it back to Yu Nian'er."

"That won't do. We can't let her get away with it."

"That's right. Didn't you say the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer was beautiful? I gave it to you, but you didn't want it. Honestly, you've wasted my good intentions."

Song Ying was taken aback. She hadn't expected that her casual compliment would be remembered by Yun Fuzhao. A surge of warmth welled up in her heart, and she gave Yun Fuzhao a big hug.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yun."

She was so strong that Yun Fuzhao almost couldn't breathe from her embrace.

"Now you also have a spirit beast."

"Um……"

The next day, Yun Fuzhao went to the kitchen to find Yu Ze, and sure enough, he was there.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, and he had grown a bit taller. His forearms were long and slender with smooth lines, exuding a youthful, almost boyish charm.

He was squatting on the ground helping the old lady kill a chicken.

“Yuze”.

Upon hearing her voice, Yu Ze raised his head, his dark eyes like obsidian gleaming in the night sky.

Yun Fuzhao squatted down next to him, "What have you been up to these past few days?"

She greeted me with the friendliness of an old friend.

Yu Ze's gaze traveled from her eyes to the bridge of her nose and then to her lips, lingered for a moment, and then met her eyes again.

"Practice."

He said briefly.

Yun Fuzhao was quite surprised. "Really? What stage has your cultivation reached now?"

Upon closer inspection, she found that the patient was still in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Yu Ze didn't reply, and continued to deal with the pheasant.

Yun Fuzhao pondered how to persuade her to go to the Demon Realm with him.

Before he could even think it through, Yu Ze spoke first: "You came to see me because there's someone you want to kill?"

He lowered his eyes.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to find him.