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

Yun Fuzhao's face hardened, and he said righteously, "Am I that kind of person? We're just catching up with an old friend."

Yu Ze glanced at her lightly, but didn't say anything.

The interaction between the two was observed by one person.

Yu Nian'er watched quietly, then asked Ding Ling beside her, "Who is this disciple?"

Ding Ling was overjoyed to be able to talk to Yu Nian'er. "You mean him? He's just a little mute. I heard he's a beggar that the Fifth Elder picked up."

"He and Yun Fuzhao are very close?"

"I don't know either," Ding Ling thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead. "Ah, I remember now, Senior Sister Yu, do you remember Wu Song? He's the one with the mole on his lip who always comes to flatter us."

After hearing his description, Yu Nian'er remembered it. "What happened to him?"

Ding Ling lowered his voice, "He's dead."

"How did you die?"

"I don't know, and we're not even sure if he's dead or not. He disappeared on the day Yun Fuzhao and the others were choosing their sword techniques, and he hasn't come back yet. Everyone's guessing he's dead."

Yu Nian'er asked, "Why didn't you report such a big thing to the sect?"

"As you know, he was just an outer disciple. He's dead, so what?"

Do you have anyone you suspect?

Ding Ling nodded. "That Yu Ze, Wu Song used to bully him a lot." He paused. "Yu Ze and Yun Fuzhao are such good friends, could it be that Yun Fuzhao helped him kill Wu Song?"

Yu Nian'er glanced at the two people still talking and smiled slightly. Yun Fuzhao, Yun Fuzhao, she finally caught them red-handed.

The humiliation she had suffered earlier played out before her eyes. Yu Nian'er clenched her fists, but her face remained innocent and harmless.

"Ding Ling, can you do me a favor?"

Since the beauty had spoken, there was no reason not to agree. Ding Ling nodded repeatedly, "Of course, just say what you want."

Yu Nian'er moved closer to him and whispered something.

Ding Ling blushed, and even after Yu Nian'er finished speaking, he was still in a daze. "Don't worry, hold me."

Meanwhile, Yun Fuzhao was still chatting with Yu Ze about this and that.

Finally, Yu Ze couldn't take it anymore and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yun Fuzhao knew the time had come. "Do you want to come to the Demon Realm with me?"

In an instant, Yu Ze tensed up, staring intently at Yun Fuzhao, his eyes filled with wariness. "The Demon Realm?"

Yun Fuzhao didn't expect him to react so strongly. "Yes, that's right. I took a fancy to two swords at the Myriad Weapons Pavilion, but the owner of the swords doesn't want spirit stones. She just wants me to help her find a demon in the Demon Realm."

Hearing her words, Yu Ze relaxed slightly and placed his slender fingers under the water to wash them.

Why are you looking for me?

Give me a reason to risk my life for you.

After thinking for a moment, Yun Fuzhao finally told the truth, "I know you are very strong. If you come with me, at least my personal safety will be guaranteed."

She spoke frankly, even though her words implied that she was using him as a tool.

"You'll come with me on this trip, and I'll make up for all the spirit stones you owe me. Isn't that sincere enough?"

Yu Ze lowered his eyelashes. "Generally, they are sincere."

Yun Fuzhao was surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he hardened his heart and said as if his heart was being torn apart, "If you come with me, I will give you two hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"..."

Yu Ze stood up.

Yun Fuzhao, however, thought he was complaining about the amount, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, "Five hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

The skin she held instantly burned hot. Yu Ze's breath hitched, his gaze greedily falling on her face. He spoke again, his voice already hoarse, "I promise you."

Yun Fuzhao's heart was shattered.

Her five hundred high-grade spirit stones!

After leaving the kitchen, Yun Fuzhao returned to his disciples' quarters.

After that appearance, Jiaoyu regained her former vitality and often flew around her.

Yun Fuzhao touched its sharp claws and exclaimed inwardly, "My God, this is a dragon! A living dragon!"

Unfortunately, she didn't see Jiaoyu grow up at that time, but she could guess how handsome it was from everyone's reaction.

This is still in its juvenile form, yet it's already so imposing. Yun Fuzhao couldn't even imagine how impressive it would be in its adult form.

At that time, she will be able to roam freely in the cultivation world.

After playing with Jiaoyu for a while, she finally took out the Illusion Technique.

Her cultivation level has reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, allowing her to cultivate the third form of the Illusionary Shadow Technique.

Last time it was flames, what will it be this time?

She excitedly opened the Illusion Technique manual, the third move of the Illusion Technique: Giant Wave.

If I'm not mistaken, this should correspond to the water elemental root among her five elemental roots.

Yun Fuzhao read the instructions carefully and, following them, activated the water elemental root in her dantian.

After an incense stick had burned, a stream of water appeared on Yun Fuzhao's index finger.

"..."

Hahaha, that's hilarious!

[Yun Family Brigade 2nd Guard He Yu: You're just not skilled enough yet. The water elemental root can draw in hundreds of rivers; once you cultivate to a certain level, you can even control vast oceans.]

It sounds very high-class.

Yun Fuzhao tried it again, and this time more water came out.

Afraid of getting the house wet, she went straight to the courtyard.

Inner disciples live in single rooms, while male and female disciples are separated by a small courtyard.

As she recalled the techniques, she expelled water from her mouth.

Duan Wenhao had just finished practicing his sword and was passing by the courtyard when he saw a familiar figure.

He raised his arms and shouted, "Senior Sister Yun!"

The other person had their back to him and was doing something, so they didn't hear his shouts.

Duan Wenhao quietly approached, intending to startle her, but saw a long, far-reaching jet of water shooting out in front of her.

Duan Wenhao froze.

He stammered, "Senior Sister Yun, why are you peeing standing up?"

And he peed so far...

He felt his dignity had been shattered.

Yun Fuzhao was caught off guard by these words and almost doubted his ears.

She turned around, her five fingers splattering water like a small fountain.

"What are you talking about?"

Duan Wenhao then realized he had misunderstood, and even felt a little smug. He had almost doubted himself.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I misread it."

He asked curiously, "What is this?"

"I am circulating my water elemental root."

These words struck Duan Wenhao like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned and speechless. If he remembered correctly, she had used fire in the last competition...

Seeing his confusion, Yun Fuzhao took the initiative to explain, "I have two of the five spiritual roots, so it's not surprising that I have this skill, is it?"

"Are you even speaking human language?"

Duan Wenhao was on the verge of tears. "Other people's five spiritual roots are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, so how come you can use them individually? This is ridiculous!"

This was even harder for him to accept than before.

Yun Fuzhao put on an act, "What? I thought all five spiritual roots were like this. Aren't you all like this?"

"...You really managed to pull it off."

Duan Wenhao was silent for a moment, then took out a water bottle. "Now that things have come to this, give me a bottle of water to quench my thirst."