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

As she expected, they had barely arrived at Ziyang Peak when Meng Ci'er unleashed a powerful pressure on Yun Fuzhao, saying in a deep voice, "Kneel down!"

Yun Fuzhao naturally refused. Activating her Invincible Golden Body, she replied sternly, "This disciple has done nothing wrong, why should I kneel?"

The two people standing behind Yun Fuzhao were shocked. That was the pressure from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Even a Golden Core stage cultivator couldn't withstand it, let alone Yun Fuzhao, a little waste who had just established his foundation.

Meng Ci'er looked completely astonished, "You..."

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

Several more waves of oppressive force descended, but Yun Fuzhao remained unmoved.

"The Wuji Sword is the number one divine sword on the list of famous swords. Now I am its contractor. If Master does not tell me where I went wrong, then I will not kneel!"

Yun Fuzhao thought to himself, "This invincible golden body is really impressive."

However, despite her pretense, she didn't forget to find a plausible excuse for herself. Otherwise, with her current cultivation level, she wouldn't have been able to escape this oppressive aura.

The three understood; so that's how it is.

Wuji Sword Heart is proud and arrogant; how could he allow his contractor to kneel down so easily?

A glint of greed flashed in Yu Nian'er's eyes. Such a spirited sword should be used by her.

"For the sake of the Wuji Sword, I will spare you this time. But if there is a next time, I will not be lenient."

He only said that because he couldn't find a reason to punish her. Yun Fuzhao already knew his excuse.

Meng Ci'er: "I called you all over mainly for your sake, Yun Fuzhao."

A sense of unease crept into Yun Fuzhao's heart. "What does this mean?"

"The Wuji Sword is the number one divine sword. It would be a waste for it to fall into your hands. In my opinion, you should give this sword to your junior sister, and I will find you a new one."

Hou Feiyu chimed in, "That's right, Senior Sister. Junior Sister is so talented; this sword will definitely be able to play its greatest role in her hands."

[Are people capable of doing things?]

Look at the faces of this master and disciple; they're utterly disgusting.

The reputation of the Boundless Sword Sect has been declining in recent years, and this kind of person is undoubtedly a contributing factor.

[That's right. Back in the day, the Boundless Sword Sect was the most popular sect among disciples in the cultivation world. If Elder Wei were watching the live stream, even his good temper probably wouldn't be able to tolerate it.]

Yun Fuzhao truly hadn't expected Meng Ci'er to be so shameless. No, she should have known.

The reason Meng Ci'er initially accepted her as his disciple was simply because a fortune teller had divined for him, saying that she could ward off disasters. That's why he took her, an orphan, into his fold and made her his first disciple.

But he never truly taught her with all his heart, believing that it was already a great blessing that she, with her five spiritual roots, could be accepted as his disciple.

That's exactly what the original owner thought, so she always did her best for the sect. Even when she was ostracized and targeted by the sect, she never thought of leaving.

I was completely manipulated by Meng Cier to the extreme.

But that's not the Yun Fuzhao we know today.

When it comes to matters of principle, she won't back down.

Yun Fuzhao spoke up: "That's my natal sword, why should I give it to Yu Nian'er?"

At this moment, Yu Nian'er tugged at Meng Ci'er's sleeve, "Master, Nian'er doesn't want Senior Sister's sword. After all, it belongs to her..."

"Junior Sister, don't speak up for her. She can't even lift the Wuji Sword. What's the difference between the Wuji Sword and a knife for cutting vegetables in her hands?"

Yun Fuzhao scoffed, "What I've contracted with is my sword. Even if I use Wuji to chop wood, it's none of your business."

Instead of worrying so much about my sword, Second Junior Brother should worry more about himself and when he'll be able to forge a contract with a renowned sword on the list.

Hou Feiyu's face flushed red: "You!"

"enough!"

Meng Ci'er slammed his hand on the table with such force that it shattered into pieces.

All three of them were shocked.

Yun Fuzhao took a step back, not out of fear, but mainly because the shards almost hit her.

"Yun Fuzhao, as the senior sister, it is your duty to serve the sect. If you remain stubborn and selfish, I, Meng Ci'er, will no longer acknowledge you as my disciple!"

In the past, when Meng Ci'er used this argument, Yun Fuzhao would be trembling with fear and would agree to even the most outrageous requests.

She was afraid he would no longer be her master.

Meng Ci'er thought this time would be the same; she would definitely cry and beg him to take back his words.

Yun Fuzhao's face lit up with joy. "Is there really such a good thing?"

Meng Ci'er: "?"

Fearing he might change his mind, Yun Fuzhao immediately took out her own jade pendant and handed it to him. "Here you go."

Each disciple receives a jade pendant engraved with the master's emblem during the apprenticeship ceremony.

As the head of the Boundless Sword Sect, Meng Ci'er should logically have the most exquisite and magnificent jade pendant for his disciple. However, Yun Fuzhao's piece is crudely made and is clearly carved from scraps of jade.

Even so, the original owner treated the jade as a treasure, wiping it again and again, and needed to hold it to fall asleep every day.

Yun Fuzhao felt indignant and saddened for her.

Her sincere feelings did not receive the same in return.

"Yun Fuzhao! What do you mean by this? Are you betraying Ziyang Peak?!"

Hou Feiyu couldn't help but roar, looking extremely angry. "Just for a sword, you're going to abandon our years of friendship?!"

Yun Fuzhao naturally knew what he was planning. Once she left, Hou Feiyu would become the weakest among Meng Ci'er's disciples.

"Senior Sister," Yu Nian'er's eyes reddened, "Please don't go, Nian'er doesn't want that sword anymore, please don't go..."

Meng Ci'er's forehead veins throbbed as he smashed the jade pendant to pieces. "From this day forward, you are no longer my disciple!"

Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief, finally free from her misery. She barely managed to suppress a laugh.

Ziyang Peak? To hell with it!

Yun Fuzhao walked out of the main hall, feeling refreshed. She was no longer Meng Ci'er's personal disciple; according to the sect's rules, she was now no different from an outer disciple.

She thought being an outer disciple was fine too, as they didn't have to get involved in the backstabbing and infighting between the different peaks.

Good.

Yun Fuzhao happily walked towards his Shuiyun Pavilion, but was stopped by his disciple as soon as he reached the entrance.

"You are no longer a direct disciple, and all the privileges and benefits enjoyed by direct disciples are hereby revoked."

"..."

I almost forgot about that.

Yun Fuzhao remembered that there was a rosewood chaise longue in the gift package, and now it would come in handy.

It doesn't matter where you sleep.

Yun Fuzhao found a large tree with thick branches, jumped up and tried to release the beauty's couch.

This is truly a great gift set; the workmanship is exquisite and beautiful, and it can even change with the environment.

The beauty couch, upon touching the tree branch, deftly transformed into a bed resembling a bird's nest. As soon as Yun Fuzhao lay down, she felt her body sink into it.

She rolled over contentedly, feeling like she could sleep forever in this bed.

After dozing off for a while, Yun Fuzhao took out the spirit beast egg from his spiritual space and carefully hugged it to his chest.

It's cool and quite comfortable.