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The news of the Wuya Sword Sect disciples' three-day trip to the Brahma Palace spread throughout the cultivation world.

The news came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered.

Brahma Palace is not only the most representative place in the Demon Realm, but also a highly confidential location. The Demon Lord just let them go in and play for three days?

Is this reasonable?

Didn't they say that demons kill without looking? Didn't they say that demons have a strong sense of territory and won't allow outsiders to set foot in?

The cultivation world was shocked.

Voices of doubt continue to emerge.

Amidst the murmurs, there were dissenting voices: "Am I the only one curious about what the Brahma Palace looks like? It's not mentioned in any of our books..."

“I’m curious too. I heard it’s the most magnificent place in the Demon Realm.”

"Just between you and me, is it too late to join the Boundless Sword Sect now?"

Yun Fuzhao naturally knew that the outside world was talking about their sect, and many independent cultivators even asked her if she was still recruiting disciples.

Yun Fuzhao replied to each one, using a friendly, customer service-style approach: "Dear, we're not recruiting anymore. Focus on preparing for next year's disciple selection competition!"

Simply creating hype isn't enough; if the Boundless Sword Sect wants to return to its peak, it must improve its own strength.

The sixth-grade Formless Technique that Wei Heyu rewarded me with can now be practiced.

Yun Fuzhao decided to train the outer disciples who were recruited later.

The three-day trip turned them into complete fans of Yun Fuzhao, and they would enthusiastically agree with whatever she said.

Yun Fuzhao had observed that every sect had this kind of sect exercise, similar to school calisthenics.

Previously, the sect's techniques of the Boundless Sword Sect were all show and no substance, and were completely ineffective.

The power of the sect's techniques should not be underestimated; they are even comparable to those of cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.

Wei Heyu said that mastering the Formless Technique is equivalent to reaching the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. Moreover, it has no requirements for cultivators, meaning that even if there are cultivators in the sect who haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, it won't hinder the sect's strength.

It should be noted that the sect disciplines of major sects are all practiced by inner disciples, and are also subject to restrictions on cultivation level.

Yun Fuzhao read it several times, and with Wei Heyu's guidance, she basically understood it.

She dragged Song Ying along to train them.

Song Ying is conscientious and responsible, and would make a good teacher.

"Line up in a row, stretch, get ready, go, one, two, three, four—"

Dai Junde was in a good mood today and decided to go see what Yun Fuzhao was doing.

During this time, she has been busy with various matters for the sect and has already shown the demeanor of a sect leader. He even felt that it might not be a bad idea to hand over the sect to her in the future.

Dai Junde happened to run into Wang Liang and asked, "Where is the sect leader?"

Wang Liang pointed in the direction of the training ground, "I saw her leading the outer disciples to practice."

Dai Junde looked pleased. "Hmm, not bad."

He strolled slowly to the training ground, "Yun Fuzhao..."

The words of praise stuck in my throat.

Yun Fuzhao stood on the platform, making strange movements, and the disciples below imitated him in a very convincing manner.

Dai Junde: "?"

With a turn of his head, Yun Fuzhao saw the Grand Elder standing to the side with a dark expression.

She was taken aback, then raised her hand to greet him, "Good morning, Elder."

Her smile was radiant.

"Yun Fuzhao! What are you doing!"

Dai Junde was so angry he almost vomited blood; he shouldn't have had any hope for her.

“I’m practicing,” Yun Fuzhao said as he jumped off the platform, turning to his disciples. “You can continue.”

"Training? Isn't sect training the responsibility of inner disciples? What are you doing training these disciples? Besides, this isn't sect training, is it?"

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "It's alright, my Zongcao is not picky about who can practice it, anyone can do it."

Dai Junde: "..."

Is that strange and unusual pose really considered a traditional exercise?

"Elder, don't worry, you'll see when the time comes."

Dai Junde hesitated for a moment, but ultimately let her go. After all, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, and compared to going to the Demon Realm, this was nothing.

“Right now, everyone is talking about going to the Demon Realm,” Dai Junde said, getting down to business. “Your trick was very effective. Many disciples have a positive attitude towards our cooperation with the Demon Clan.”

Have other sects made any moves?

"No. They're probably still observing." Dai Junde had been worried they might not return, but they not only came back safely, but they also brought back a flying boat, which is conservatively estimated to be worth hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones.

This incident also slightly changed his opinion of Yun Fuzhao. "The disciples in our sect who didn't make it are getting impatient. They ask every day when it will be their turn to go to the Demon Realm."

"I'm afraid we can't go now." Yun Fuzhao touched the jade pendant at his waist. He guessed that Yu Ze was still dealing with Ying Tianjue's matter. Without him, the Brahma Palace wouldn't be so safe.

Yun Fuzhao: "How about this, we'll say that the top ten disciples in the sect's rankings can participate in the next one-day trip to the Demon Realm. The rankings will be separated for inner and outer sect disciples."

Dai Junde nodded approvingly, "That's a good idea."

After practicing for another two hours, Yun Fuzhao went to find Qu Wangzhi.

Her master taught her to use chess as a formation, a method of cultivating formations that was unheard of and not even recorded in the major formation cultivation methods.

Yun Fuzhao knew that her master was hiding his true abilities.

This art of chess is no easier to learn than ordinary formations; it's so difficult that Yun Fuzhao has lost a lot of hair these past few days.

"I think I've guessed who the person you mentioned earlier was."

"really?"

That person was the one impersonating Fang Wenxia. Over the past few days, she had become completely certain that Fang Wenxia was innocent. She was indeed Qiu Su's cousin, with a clear background.

“These days I’ve been consulting ancient books, and in the records about the ghost race, it is mentioned that they can simulate human form. It’s the same principle as wearing a human skin mask, but they simulate it more thoroughly, and their height and body shape can be perfectly replicated.”

Yun Fuzhao gasped in shock. This skill was too overpowered. According to this logic, people around him wouldn't even know they were being simulated.

She hadn't spent much time with Que Chi and hadn't had the chance to see him use this method.

[Song Manzhu, Yun Family Team 1: The Ghost Clan does indeed possess this ability; the stronger they are, the stronger their simulation ability becomes, almost indistinguishable from the real person.]

No wonder Fang Wenxia's apparent strength at that time did not match reality.

It's estimated that the other party only had time to simulate her appearance.

Why would the demons interfere in their affairs?

They've never participated in these things before. Or are they also afraid of a joint effort between the cultivation world and the demon race?

Yun Fuzhao decided to arrange a meeting with Que Chi.

She hadn't even sent the text message long before she collapsed into her room.

Yun Fuzhao looked at the 'blood-soaked man' lying on the floor. If she could barely make out his face, she would have struck him with her sword.

"Que Chi?"

She tentatively put her index finger under his nose. Hmm, he was still breathing. "You scared me to death. I'm glad you're not dead."

Just as she was about to pull her hand back, he grabbed it.

Que Chi stared at her intently, his bloodshot eyes unwavering. "You heartless person can be afraid?"

What are you saying? What are you saying!