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

As Yu Ze watched her lead him further and further astray, his once quiet heart suddenly began to pound violently.

He stared at the back of Yun Fuzhao's neck, his thoughts scattered and jumbled, like a tangled ball of yarn.

Seeing that they had almost all left, Yun Fuzhao released Yu Ze. "Let me check if he's encountered any danger."

Yu Ze was taken aback, and it took him a moment to realize who she was talking about. A subtle displeasure flickered in his eyes, but he didn't show it, asking in a low voice, "What do you think?"

“I can see his perspective.”

Yun Fuzhao sat down cross-legged. "Wait for me."

Yu Ze nodded, and the next second her eyes turned completely white, like a lifeless doll.

He hadn't expected this method, and his heart skipped a beat.

He sat down close to Yun Fuzhao; she was at her most vulnerable at this time, and he had to stay by her side.

As soon as he got close, her fragrance permeated every nook and cranny. Yu Ze's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at her face.

Like a large dog waiting for its owner to return.

Yun Fuzhao felt a lightness in her body, and when she came to her senses again, the scene before her eyes had changed drastically.

The forces behind Li Xiang were so vigilant that even a puppet couldn't access his memories.

Yu Ze said that human memories cannot be retrieved after death, and Yun Fuzhao's puppet is truly an overpowered cheat.

"So annoying, I really don't understand what's so great about picking this fruit. A bunch of country bumpkins..."

Yun Fuzhao clicked his tongue in amazement; it was impressive that he could curse for so long all by himself.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps was heard.

As the puppet turned its head, Yun Fuzhao saw who had come.

A storm raged within me.

Fang asked Xia?

Yun Fuzhao was somewhat unwilling to accept the truth. She comforted herself, thinking that perhaps she had just happened to be passing by...

"Li Xiang, why aren't you completely dead?"

Yun Fuzhao felt a chill in her heart.

The young girl she painstakingly recruited turned out to be an undercover agent?

Isn't she from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts? Yun Fuzhao has no connection with them and no conflict of interest, so she has absolutely no need to do this.

The puppet had no memory of this, so it could only rely on its persona to sarcastically say, "Good people live long lives. Besides, you didn't die, so how could I possibly die?"

Fang Wenxia: "..."

"Alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you." Fang Wenxia drew his sword. "Only the dead can keep secrets."

The puppet quickly started fighting with Fang Wenxia.

The puppet, being not a real person, was quickly defeated. Another sword strike landed, and the puppet, unable to dodge, had its head severed by Fang Wenxia.

With a "thud," his head hit the ground.

Fang Wenxia was stunned. His head had been severed, but not a drop of blood had flowed.

She quickly realized she had fallen into a trap and left on her sword without saying a word.

Yun Fuzhao was heartbroken, but thankfully the puppet could be reassembled.

She immediately unshared the content and returned her attention to the original topic.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of dark, inky eyes, like ink spreading out in fine strands.

Upon seeing her return, Yu Ze's eyes flashed. "Did you see that?"

Yun Fuzhao nodded. Was this person going to stare at her like that forever? What was this? Was he playing a game of who blinked first?

"I see, it's Fang Wenxia."

She grabbed Yu Ze and stepped onto Wuji, saying, "Let's go and bring her back first."

Yu Ze nodded and placed his hand on her shoulder.

In fact, his current cultivation level was sufficient for him to fly through the void. But he didn't do that, and instead stood obediently behind Yun Fuzhao.

During their encounter, Yun Fuzhao could tell that Fang Wenxia's strength was definitely more than just the Spirit Void stage.

Her mind was full of questions, and she could only find out by catching Fang Wenxia.

In just a short while, Fang Wenxia disappeared without a trace.

Yun Fuzhao searched with his divine sense but couldn't find any trace of her. This was too strange.

Could it be that a teleportation array was used?

“There’s no aura here.” Yu Ze frowned. “And no remnants of any magic array.”

Thus, Yun Fuzhao and Yu Ze had no choice but to return the way they came.

Unexpectedly, they found a large group of people picking fruit from the trees.

Yun Fuzhao walked towards her, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Wenxia looked completely bewildered. "I've been here the whole time."

Her expression didn't seem like she was lying.

Li Hao also came over, "What's wrong?"

Yun Fuzhao: "Has she been doing this the whole time?"

Seeing Yun Fuzhao's serious expression, Li Hao also straightened his expression and said earnestly, "Yes. Let's pick fruit together."

Their expressions were genuine, without a trace of fabrication.

"Yun Fuzhao." Yu Ze's voice reached her ears. Yun Fuzhao turned her head, and Yu Ze pursed his lips.

“That way they won’t hear us,” Yu Ze thoughtfully added.

Yu Ze: "There's something fishy about this. Let's not alert them yet."

"Ah."

Yun Fuzhao thought so too.

"Sect Master, is there something you want to ask?" Fang Wenxia asked nervously. "Did I do something wrong? Did I pick too many fruits?"

Yun Fuzhao glanced at the fruit she was holding in her robe; there was only a little bit of it.

"No. You guys continue, I'll be going now."

"it is good."

After leaving that place, Yu Ze spoke again: "Both of them look suspicious."

Recalling the expressions on the two men's faces as they spoke, Yun Fuzhao's suspicions deepened. "Did they conspire together?"

"Perhaps," Yu Ze said calmly, "Do you want me to teach you how to deal with traitors?"

"How to deal with it?"

Yu Ze licked his lips, a hint of interest in his eyes. "First, sever their Achilles tendons to prevent them from escaping. Interrogate them, and if they don't answer, sever their hand tendons."

"..."

As expected of you.

Yun Fuzhao then asked the other disciples, and surprisingly, she received the same result.

Fang Wenxia really never left.

But this is not evidence. They cannot guarantee that Fang Wenxia did not leave at all, since the place is not far from the Poison-Dissolving Fruit.

Unable to get any answers from them, Yun Fuzhao felt he had to go find Fang Wenxia.

At that time, Fang Wenxia was sitting in the courtyard wiping his sword, looking very precious to his natal sword.

Upon seeing Yun Fuzhao arrive, she immediately stood up and said, "Sect Master."

Yun Fuzhao gestured for her to sit down. "Have you been feeling unwell lately?"

"No." Fang Wenxia hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth. "Does the sect leader suspect me? I am willing to cooperate with the sect leader's investigation unconditionally, even though I don't know what happened."

Yun Fuzhao thought about it again and again, but still couldn't figure it out. Now, hearing Fang Wenxia say this, her intuition told her that Fang Wenxia was fine.

"Who taught you the sword techniques you learned before you came to the Boundless Sword Sect?"

"No one taught me; I learned it myself."

Yun Fuzhao drew his Wuji sword, smiling, "Want to have a match with me?"

Fang Wenxia didn't hesitate at all, "Of course. Please, Sect Master, show mercy."

After a few moves, Yun Fuzhao realized that her strength was indeed at the Spirit Void stage.

That's strange. Could it be that Fang Wenxia, ​​like the puppet, wasn't the real person?