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

The news that Yun Fuzhao had been expelled from Ziyang Peak spread throughout the Wuya Sword Sect.

Many people wanted to see Yun Fuzhao make a fool of herself, but strangely, they searched the entire sect and couldn't find her anywhere.

Some say she was so ashamed that she ran away overnight.

But if they looked up at the tree, they could see Yun Fuzhao lying there looking completely at ease.

This is the life she's been longing for.

You can lie down anytime, anywhere.

Yun Fuzhao has only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, which means she has only one foot in the cultivation world. Even if she doesn't cultivate, she can live for one or two hundred years, which is incredibly awesome.

Speaking of which, the cultivation levels in this world are divided into: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Spiritual Stillness, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body, Body Integration, Return to Nothingness, Mahayana, and Deity Transformation.

Each period is further divided into the early stage, middle stage, late stage, and Great Perfection.

Yun Fuzhao remembered that Yu Nian'er later reached the Mahayana stage, while the male protagonist was a half-step ascension.

"Senior Sister, why are you sleeping here?"

A familiar voice came from below.

Yu Nian'er looked up, her face filled with worry, "It's so high, if you fall, you'll definitely be seriously injured."

Yun Fuzhao stood up and jumped down from the tree. She looked around and said, "There's no one else here, so what are you pretending for?"

"Senior Sister, why do you think of me like that? When did I pretend?"

The beautiful woman spoke as if she were about to cry, making her look utterly pitiful.

Yun Fuzhao scratched his face, not wanting to comment on her clumsy acting. "I'm no longer a disciple of Ziyang Peak, so why are you still looking for me?"

“I’ve delivered your things to the disciples’ quarters,” Yu Nian’er hesitated for a moment, but still advised, “Senior Sister, being an outer disciple is very hard. As long as you apologize to Master and hand over Wuji, Master will definitely forgive you.”

"..."

So after all that talk, he still just wanted to hit her with the Wuji Sword.

Yun Fuzhao was too lazy to waste any more words on her. "That's your master, not mine. I don't care to be his disciple. Also, don't bother me anymore. I'm not Hou Feiyu, I don't fall for your act."

Yu Nian'er was taken aback, a flash of disgust crossing her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. "Senior Sister, since you insist on this, I will no longer try to persuade you. I just hope you won't regret it."

Once she left, Yun Fuzhao felt a sense of peace and quiet.

She walked towards the disciples' quarters. The original owner didn't have much; she had given most of the good stuff to those two ungrateful wretches, which were probably just unimportant items.

Along the way, she encountered many disciples in plain white robes, who were looking at Yun Fuzhao intentionally or unintentionally.

She was the first disciple in the sect to be expelled. She is now a big celebrity in the sect.

Yun Fuzhao walked forward without looking to the side, showing no psychological burden. She had one thing in common: a great attitude.

Her motto in life is: It's none of your business, and it's none of my business.

Yun Fuzhao asked around before finally finding his place.

The outer disciples all live in double rooms, which are in nice condition, but they are quite simple compared to the living quarters of the direct disciples.

"Hello?"

Yun Fuzhao pushed open the door, and inside sat a woman in white wiping her sword.

She has striking features and a tall, slender figure.

"Senior Sister Yun."

The woman stood up. "My name is Song Ying."

Yun Fuzhao nodded, and inexplicably felt a bit awkward meeting his new roommate on the first day of college.

"Senior Sister Yun, aren't you going to change your clothes? The Ancestor Commemoration Ceremony is about to begin."

Hearing her say that, Yun Fuzhao remembered.

The Wuyai Sword Sect holds an annual ancestral commemoration ceremony to honor its founder, Wei Heyu.

He was also the first powerful figure from the Boundless Sword Sect to ascend to immortality.

Yun Fuzhao remembered it so clearly because in the novel, Yu Nian'er would offer the first stick of incense for Wei Heyu today.

Logically, Yun Fuzhao should be the one to offer the incense, since she is the sect leader's eldest disciple. However, before Yu Nian'er arrived, Meng Ci'er looked down on her and never allowed her to offer the first stick of incense.

She was always the last of all her direct disciples to go up.

"I'll change it right away."

Yun Fuzhao was definitely going; why not join in the fun?

She and Song Ying quickly changed their clothes and went to the great altar together.

Along the way, Yun Fuzhao attracted a lot of attention, and some people even whispered among themselves.

“In the past, Yun Fuzhao was in charge of the clan ceremony. Now that she has been expelled from Ziyang Peak, she must be very jealous to see Senior Sister Yu take her place.”

"If you ask me, even if Yun Fuzhao isn't kicked out, she wouldn't be eligible for this year's Ancestor's Commemoration Ceremony. Senior Sister Yu has exceptional talent and a bright future; she should be the one to offer the first incense stick."

Otherwise, even our patriarch would think that our Boundless Sword Sect has no successor and would need a Foundation Establishment disciple to offer incense.

Song Ying frowned upon hearing this, "Don't pay attention to these comments..."

She turned her head and saw Yun Fuzhao happily eating sunflower seeds. When he saw her looking over, he even held out his hand, "Want some?"

Song Ying: "..."

Song Ying silently grabbed a handful and started kowtowing as well.

Yun Fuzhao said, "I'm used to hearing these words."

Thinking she was upset, Song Ying was about to say a few words of comfort when Yun Fuzhao continued, "Remember, if you care too much about what others think, you'll only become their scapegoat."

"..."

That makes sense.

Half an hour later, the ancestral commemoration ceremony began.

The outer disciples stood in the outermost circle, followed by the inner disciples, and then the personal disciples.

Yun Fuzhao's perspective wasn't good, so she glanced at the tree behind her and pulled Song Ying up to it.

Song Ying was even more skilled at climbing trees than she was. Seeing Yun Fuzhao's expression, she shyly explained, "I'm from the village, and all the kids in our village are good at climbing trees."

The two stood at the back, and everyone's attention was on the altar, so no one paid any attention to them.

Soon Yun Fuzhao saw Yu Nian'er follow Meng Ci'er upstairs.

She wore a plain white Taoist robe and had her hair tied in a simple bun, which made her look even more pure and flawless, like a holy jasmine flower.

It's clear that she cares a lot about today's ceremony.

"Senior Sister Yu is so beautiful. How can there be such a perfect person? She has a great personality, high talent, and is so pretty."

"To be able to offer the first incense to our ancestor is truly an unparalleled honor. Alas, I wonder if I will ever have the chance to offer incense."

"We outer disciples can only dream about it."

Yu Nian'er glanced down at the stage, seemingly looking for someone, and soon her eyes met those of Yun Fuzhao, who was sitting in a tree.

She curled her lips into a smile, which appeared to others as a genuine smile, but Yun Fuzhao knew that she was provoking and gloating.

Yun Fuzhao chuckled. It's just provocation, anyone can do that.

"Nian'er, come with me."

Meng Ci'er called out, and Yu Nian'er then turned her gaze away and obediently followed him.

A bronze sword stood in the center of the altar, surrounded by swirling sword energy.

This is a bronze sword forged from a wisp of Wei Heyu's sword soul. Ancestor Wei once said that if the Boundless Sword Sect were to encounter trouble, this sword would protect them.

Yu Nian'er followed Meng Ci'er to the bronze sword. Meng Ci'er respectfully said, "Ancestor, this is my little disciple, Yu Nian'er, who has a rare dual spiritual root. Today, she will offer you the first incense."

Yu Nian'er's heart pounded. She could feel the envious gazes of the other disciples. At this moment, she felt as if she were the center of the world, with everyone looking up at her.

She slowly inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

Meng Ci'er smiled with relief, "All done..."

Before he could finish speaking, everyone looked surprised.

The incense stick broke off out of nowhere!