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

One sound after another echoed throughout the Boundless Sword Sect.

The various sects standing to the side all looked on with expressions of anticipation, never expecting to witness such a spectacle today.

Yun Fuzhao recognized the leading inner disciple; it was none other than Ding Ling.

Even after all this time, he still harbored resentment about what happened before. After she entered the inner sect, he would occasionally overhear him and other disciples talking badly about her.

All eyes were on Yun Fuzhao, wanting to see how she would handle the situation.

The inner disciples rose up in rebellion during the investiture ceremony, something unheard of in the entire cultivation world.

Despite receiving mocking glances from all directions, Yun Fuzhao remained calm. She tugged at the tight collar; the clothes were practically suffocating her.

"You want to leave the sect?"

Ding Ling scoffed, "That's right. If someone like you becomes the sect leader, what future does the sect have?"

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "Alright. You can go now."

Ding Ling was taken aback. "That's it?"

He thought Yun Fuzhao would be overwhelmed by the criticism and shame, and would then voluntarily request to leave the sect. But she just agreed so easily?

"Yes. You should leave quickly, there are so many people watching, don't delay my investiture ceremony."

A disciple below grew anxious, "Yun Fuzhao! We all left because of you, don't you feel even a little bit guilty?"

"The Boundless Sword Sect is already suffering from a shortage of talent. If these inner disciples really leave, wouldn't their sect's strength plummet?"

"Who says otherwise? Yun Fuzhao didn't even try to keep him."

"Haha, why don't you come to our Fuling Sect and start as outer disciples? It doesn't matter anyway."

Yun Fuzhao never expected this person to be so good at moral blackmail. "A sense of guilt? It's not like I forced you to leave. You wanted to leave on your own."

Yu Ze was getting impatient by now. "Are you getting out or not?"

His dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he would suddenly strike and cut off all their heads at any moment.

The disciple who had originally intended to make things difficult for Yun Fuzhao shut his mouth.

"Everyone, the annual disciple selection conference is just around the corner. Welcome to the Xuantian Sect."

Yu Nian'er's voice was like a gentle breeze, soothing the emotions of those present.

"Senior Sister Yu was farsighted enough to leave the Boundless Sword Sect long ago. Yun Fuzhao has no sense of shame, so there's no point in us saying anything more. It's better for her to leave now and find a better opportunity elsewhere!"

Ding Ling glared fiercely at Yun Fuzhao. "Yun Fuzhao, I look forward to the day when the sect falls into ruin under your leadership. Then you'll know how wise our decision today was!"

After saying that, he threw the jade pendant, which symbolized an inner disciple, hard onto the ground. With a "crack," it shattered into pieces.

The remaining disciples followed closely behind, the crisp sound of jade shattering echoing throughout.

Dai Junde frowned and looked at Yun Fuzhao, "If all the disciples leave, how will the sect continue to operate?"

Yun Fuzhao felt so sorry for those jades. These people are really something. They can just leave, but why do they have to smash the jades? They're all spirit stones!

"Out with the old, in with the new," Yun Fuzhao said, not caring at all. "Hurry up and finish the ceremony. The old lady in the kitchen cooked braised fish today, and it'll be gone if we're late."

Everyone: "..."

An inner disciple leaving the sect is actually less valuable than a braised fish?

Ding Ling led a group of inner disciples to Yu Nian'er's side. "Senior Sister Yu, could you take us in for a while? The disciple selection competition is still a month away."

"Senior Sister Yu, we are willing to follow you forever."

“I have studied divination. Senior Sister Yu was surrounded by purple aura. When she was still in the Boundless Sword Sect, the sect’s destiny star shone brightly. Now that she’s gone, the destiny star has dimmed.”

Hearing their words, Yu Nian'er smiled gently, "We were once fellow disciples. I have no reason not to help a fellow disciple in trouble."

Yu Nian'er walked to Bai Yan's side and asked, "Sect Master, I wonder if the sect can accept them as nominal disciples?"

Bai Yan showed an approving expression, "There are conditions to becoming a nominal disciple of the Xuantian Sect."

“Disciple understands. If the sect is willing to accept them as nominal disciples, Nian’er is willing to refine healing pills for the sect free of charge.”

Every sect has its own alchemist for refining pills, and the Xuantian Sect is no exception. However, that alchemist went to a secret realm some time ago and has not returned yet.

Yu Nian'er is already able to refine fourth-grade pills at such a young age. Without a doubt, she will soon grow into an excellent pill cultivator.

The fact that a cultivator with unlimited potential is willing to refine pills for the sect for free is undoubtedly a very tempting offer.

Bai Yan didn't hesitate much. "Since you insist, we have no reason to refuse."

The elders of Lingyue Sect standing nearby were extremely envious. "Fellow Daoist Yu, you can have them registered under our sect's name as well."

Bai Yan chuckled, "Dream on."

Ding Ling and his companions were quite pleased with themselves, as two top sects were vying to have them as their nominal disciples.

It seems that leaving the Boundless Sword Sect was the wisest choice.

Yun Fuzhao looked at them with a smile. She had to admit, the offer was quite tempting. She was even tempted to agree.

Just kidding, he's a free laborer.

Qi Huai saw through Yun Fuzhao's thoughts. He approached Yun Fuzhao and said dismissively, "Just a mere alchemist, far inferior to me."

Since that appearance, he has always appeared in front of everyone in human form.

His words were neither too loud nor too soft, but the cultivator's hearing was sharp, and he clearly heard his words, which were obviously meant to belittle him.

Yu Nian'er's expression froze. She looked up at the devilishly handsome man standing next to Yun Fu.

He doesn't seem to have any cultivation level, and I don't know where his confidence comes from.

Ding Ling naturally wouldn't give him any face, and sneered, "Just a spirit pet, yet you're so arrogant. No wonder you can form a contract with Yun Fuzhao."

Qi Huai smiled slightly, "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me?"

Yun Fuzhao was astonished. Qi Huai, who was usually so gentle and mild-mannered, could actually say such a thing.

Noticing her scrutinizing gaze, Qi Huai turned around, his beautiful golden eyes showing a hint of grievance, "Yun Fuzhao, he bullied me."

His tone was intimate, and the two of them stood together as if separated from everyone else by a barrier, with no one able to intrude.

Everyone: "?"

The black aura in Yu Ze's eyes intensified, startling the demon standing beside him. He quickly reassured him, "Your Excellency, calm down, calm down. This is still during Miss Yun's investiture ceremony."

The second half of the sentence was like a magic pill, instantly suppressing his surging demonic energy.

Ding Ling was furious and was about to draw his sword, but Yu Nian'er gently held him down.

She stepped forward and asked politely, "May I ask what this gentleman's social class is?"

Qi Huai toyed with a strand of long silver hair framing his chest, his golden eyes gleaming indifferently. "Why should I tell you?"