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

Although this second move isn't as flashy as the first, it's very practical. With this skill, she now has a place to get the water she needs.

If this were done in modern times, the water bill would be saved by a lot.

The next day, Yun Fuzhao slept until late morning as usual.

This is life.

She was already so comfortable as an inner disciple; she couldn't even imagine how cheerful and optimistic she would be as a personal disciple.

Not counting Meng Ci'er's direct disciples.

When he was under his tutelage, the original owner had to do more things every day than the outer disciples, like a free laborer.

That kind of life is simply inhuman.

Yun Fuzhao lingered in bed for a while as usual before slowly getting up.

I haven't seen Qi Huai for the past few days; I wonder what he's been up to.

However, given his noble status, he should be fine.

Yun Fuzhao reached out, and Jiaoyu immediately wrapped her wrist around it.

She's planning to go find Yu Ze, and she should be able to leave today.

"Senior Sister Yun, something terrible has happened!"

Song Ying hurriedly arrived at her residence.

Her face still had a lingering flush from the intense running.

"what happened?"

Song Ying took a breath before saying, "Many disciples have been poisoned by food, and Ding Ling insists that it was you and Yu Ze who poisoned them."

"?"

Yun Fuzhao had a bad feeling and immediately went to the trial court with Song Ying.

Along the way, many disciples cursed Yun Fuzhao.

"Yun Fuzhao, if anything happens to my brother, I will kill you even if it costs me my life!"

"I told you long ago that you can know a person's face but not their heart. Yun Fuzhao is on good terms with you outer disciples on the surface, but in reality he looks down on you."

"How dare you poison someone in the kitchen? Don't you have any conscience?"

Yun Fuzhao ignored him and didn't stop walking.

Soon, she and Song Ying arrived at the courtroom.

By this time, a considerable number of elders and disciples had already gathered here.

Meng Ci'er sat on a high place, his face solemn.

This time, not only outer disciples were poisoned, but even his most beloved youngest disciple was among them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have personally taken action.

Yun Fuzhao immediately spotted Yu Ze, who was being forced to kneel on the ground by the two men.

His hands and feet were bound by spiritual power, rendering him unable to move.

"Yun Fuzhao, do you plead guilty?"

As soon as Yun Fuzhao arrived, Meng Ci'er said this to him.

They made a conclusion without even investigating the facts.

Yun Fuzhao walked to the center, neither humble nor arrogant, and asked, "I wonder what crime this disciple has committed?"

Meng Ci'er slammed her hand on the wooden table, shattering it into pieces. "Yu Ze has already admitted it, are you still going to try to deny it?"

The person who had been kneeling on the ground without uttering a sound spoke up at this moment, addressing Yun Fuzhao, "I didn't."

Everyone was shocked.

"He's not mute after all?"

"He just endured so much torture, and he didn't utter a sound?"

"How can someone have such backbone..."

Yun Fuzhao looked at Yu Ze, whose body was covered in bloody welts from the whip, and whose face was also bruised and battered.

They look rather pitiful.

"Sect Master, are you referring to the poisoning of the disciples?" Yun Fuzhao stared intently at Meng Ci'er. "You say we poisoned them, do you have any evidence?"

Meng Ci'er snorted coldly, "Bring the things up."

A disciple led up a dead pheasant and bled it in front of everyone.

The ground was pitch black from the spilled water.

"poisonous!"

"The floor is corroded!"

Yu Ze frowned.

Meng Ci'er stood up. "Elder Qiu, project the image of this pheasant before it died."

"Yes."

Qiu Haoshang channeled his spiritual energy into the pheasant.

Soon, the scene appeared before everyone's eyes. The boy lowered his head and fed something into the pheasant's mouth. Within seconds, the pheasant lost its life.

That outstanding and superior face—wasn't that Yu Ze?

This kind of image cannot be faked.

“I’m afraid you won’t admit it,” Meng Ci’er said with a smirk, “bring up what we found in Yu Ze’s room.”

A pitch-black jar was brought up.

Upon seeing this thing, Yu Ze immediately began to struggle.

Meng Ci'er said coldly, "Hold him down."

“Yu Ze was raising Gu worms in his room,” Meng Ci’er said, raising her hand, and the Gu worms in the jar died instantly.

Yu Ze's eyes were bloodshot, his dark pupils filled with murderous intent.

Yun Fuzhao then realized that he was able to kill Wu Song because of the Gu worms, not the demonic energy.

He probably hasn't awakened yet.

"He used Gu worms to kill wild game in the back mountains, then took it to the kitchen to have them cook it for his disciples. His intentions are despicable. Yu Ze, do you have anything else to explain?"

Yu Ze pursed his lips and looked to the side, where the elderly men and women who used to treat him so well were now looking at him with fear in their eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, still kneeling upright, his lips pursed, saying nothing. His dark eyes were cold and indifferent, like an emotionless corpse.

He didn't look at Yun Fuzhao; after all, she seemed no different.

"If this pheasant is poisonous, will everything that's taken to the kitchen be poisonous?" Yun Fuzhao appeared unusually calm at this moment. "The disciples have been eating it for so long without any problems, how come they're poisoned today?"

“Yun Fuzhao, you are his accomplice, so naturally you will speak up for him.”

"That's just how it is; there's no question of whether or not to help. I believe him."

Yu Ze suddenly raised his head, looking at Yun Fuzhao in disbelief. The emotions in his eyes surged violently because of her words.

Yun Fuzhao: "You just need to provide proof that he was the one who poisoned the disciple, instead of convicting him based on unfounded speculation."

Meng Ci'er scoffed, "I think you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." He pointed to the honest and kind-looking man beside him, "You, come here and tell me, who gave you the pheasant yesterday?"

The man knelt down in the middle, trembling, his head bowed low. "It was...it was delivered by Yu Ze and Yun Fuzhao together..."

He choked up a bit, "The two of them squatted there for a long time, I don't know what they were plotting."

Meng Ci'er: "Yun Fuzhao, what else do you have to say in your defense?"

That person was clearly acting under orders. Yun Fuzhao knew that this was obviously aimed at her, and she didn't need to guess who the mastermind was.

"There's no need to blame someone if you want to."

“Good, very good,” Meng Ci’er clapped his hands. “Since that’s the case, you can accept Wu Song’s death as well.”

"Is the sect leader trying to pin all the blame on us?"

“It’s just a fact,” Meng Ci’er smiled. “Want to see Wu Song’s image before his death?”

Yu Ze suddenly laughed, a strange and sinister laugh.

Yun Fuzhao knew what he was laughing about, because he had said before that Wu Song's bones had all gone into the bellies of hungry wolves.

The only way to see images of a person before their death is through their spiritual roots.

They've already eaten everything, how could they possibly still have spiritual roots?

This image is most likely a fake.

Harming fellow disciples is a capital offense.

This time, Yu Nian'er really wants to kill her.