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

"Stay still, what are you doing moving around like that?!"

A burly man rudely stopped a woman wearing a bamboo hat, saying, "You're so well covered up, could you be Yun Fuzhao?!"

The frail woman trembled with fear, "Sir, it's not me! I have scars on my face, please don't lift my hat..."

The man grinned maliciously, his hands roaming over her body. "Who knows if you're telling the truth? If you move again, I'll twist your head off!"

The woman was terrified by these words and dared not move again, closing her eyes in humiliation and pain.

Not a single onlooker dared to stop them, and even if they had the idea, they dared not take action.

This man is a cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit Realm.

To him, these ordinary people were no different from ants.

"It's all that girl named Yun's fault. If it weren't for her, our town wouldn't have suffered like this."

"I heard she harmed her fellow disciples and colluded with the demons. Such a vicious woman should die."

"That's right, that's right. I really hope these people catch her soon and stop dragging us poor folks down with them."

As the crowd discussed the matter, the man had already pulled off the woman's straw hat.

The moment he saw her face clearly, the man almost vomited. He kicked the woman hard in the stomach, yelling, "Damn it, you scared the hell out of me!"

The woman was kicked to the ground, in so much pain she couldn't even make a sound.

The onlookers gasped in shock, "This widow Xu is so frightening to look at; no wonder her husbands were cursed to death."

"She's like a monster. I was just thinking of saving her."

Upon hearing the crowd's words, the woman desperately covered the burned half of her face with her hands, tears streaming down her face.

The man felt extremely unlucky. He was already annoyed by the commission from the Boundless Sword Sect, and now he hadn't found the person and had run into such an ugly old witch. In a moment of anger, he kicked her again.

The woman closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not come.

With a loud "bang," a sharp arrow pierced through the air, striking the fierce-looking man's neck and pinning him to the wall.

The crowd screamed in terror and scattered like birds and beasts.

The man's face still held the expression he had before death, and purplish-red blood trickled down the gray city wall.

It left behind horrifying streaks of blood.

The woman, lying prone on the ground, trembled. That kick had been delivered with all its might; she couldn't stand up at all, let alone run away.

A splash of white appeared in reality.

The woman looked up shakily and met a pair of peaceful and serene eyes.

A tall man walked up behind her, a smile playing on his lips and a hint of excitement in his eyes. He handed her a dagger. "Want to vent your anger?"

"..."

*

An hour later, a group of people hurriedly arrived.

Upon seeing the scene before them, some people couldn't help but gag a few times.

"Sect Master, this..."

Meng Ci'er's expression was solemn. He had rushed over here as soon as he heard the news about Yun Fuzhao.

He raised his hand to stop the other person from speaking and walked towards the man who was covered in blood and whose face was covered in bloodstains.

This is a distant relative of Meng Ci'er, who has been clinging to him all these years. He's a bit slow-witted, but he's still passable.

Meng Ci'er sent him to post this bounty notice.

As he drew closer, his gaze fell upon the arrow that had pierced his throat, where a note was hanging.

Meng Ci'er ripped it off.

It read in bold letters: "Meng Ci'er, wash your neck clean and wait for me to take your head."

The signature, written in a bold and elegant style, reads: —Yun Fuzhao.

Meng Ci'er laughed angrily and shattered the note into pieces.

"Yun, Fu, Zhao!"

Meanwhile, Yun Fuzhao and Yu Ze were already on their way to the Demon Realm.

She didn't use a sword; Wuji was too conspicuous and would be recognized immediately.

She bought a horse-drawn carriage and hurried towards the border.

The sound transmission jade at his waist suddenly rang.

Yun Fuzhao was taken aback; it was the owner of those two large swords.

The shopkeeper had given her this, saying it would allow her to stay in touch with the knife's owner at any time.

Since she accepted the mission, the communication jade has been quiet, making her almost forget about it.

At this critical juncture, the other party is sending her a text message; surely they couldn't have guessed her identity?

She took it out, and a message appeared on the white jade: Head north.

These three words sent chills down Yun Fuzhao's spine. Just who was this person? How could he possibly know her every move?

Head north.

They are currently heading west. Traveling north would be shorter, but the terrain there is complex, and they would have to cross a dense forest where they might encounter large spirit beasts.

Going that way is not a wise choice.

Just as she hesitated, the white jade lit up again.

This time it's different: the disciples of the Xuantian Sect are heading west.

Yun Fuzhao was shocked. She subconsciously looked out of the carriage and saw only trees rushing past.

She lifted the curtain and asked Yu Ze, "Did you sense anyone nearby?"

After sensing for a moment, Yu Ze shook his head, "No."

Yun Fuzhao sat back down.

I don't know whether I should trust this person.

What if the other party is trying to trap us like a turtle in a jar?

Changing routes rashly is too risky.

Bai Yu lit up again: I don't even want those ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. You can't die; perhaps only you can help me find him.

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

Well, what you're saying actually makes some sense.

Yun Fuzhao made up his mind, "Yu Ze, let's head north."

Yu Ze didn't ask why, he just said, "Okay."

Seeing that he hesitated without hesitation, Yun Fuzhao teased, "Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off to Meng Ci'er so I can get that ten thousand high-grade spirit stones?"

"..."

Yu Ze looked straight ahead, his voice calm and even, "If you want, I have no problem with that."

Yun Fuzhao was deeply moved. "With a close friend like you, I have no regrets in this life."

Yu Ze ignored her.

No matter what she said, she wouldn't say anything. Yun Fuzhao felt it was pointless and sat back down inside.

The powerful being rewarded her with nearly 300,000 cultivation points last time, which Yun Fuzhao hadn't had time to refine yet.

The journey is long, so she can use the time to cultivate.

Yun Fuzhao sat cross-legged, concentrating on his meditation.

She could clearly sense that the higher one went, the more cultivation was required, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

With nearly 300,000 cultivation points, she had only reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

She asked Xi Muzhe, who said that Yu Ze's current cultivation level was equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage. The cultivation levels of the Demon Race and the Human Race are classified differently, so he could only make a rough estimate.

The upper limit of a demon's cultivation level is determined at birth; they do not need to cultivate deliberately, as their cultivation level will increase with age.

Yu Ze is half-human and half-demon, not pure, so he still needs to cultivate.

No wonder he didn't kill Meng Ci'er back then; it turns out his cultivation level hadn't reached that point yet.

She remembered that in the original story, it took Yu Ze one or two years to gain a foothold in the Demon Realm and take control of the Demon Clan.

One or two years is too long.

Yun Fuzhao couldn't wait.

[Yun Family Team 3, You Ziqian: The second move of Void Dragon Roar can kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. If you practice it well, you might be able to fight them.]