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

Que Chi's entire body was covered in bloodstains, and his exposed neck was covered with bloodstains, obscuring the tattoos on it.

Yun Fuzhao was at a loss for what to do, so he could only take out a healing pill from his storage bag and throw it into the boy's mouth.

"Have you run into an enemy?"

Yun Fuzhao squatted down next to him, and he even had difficulty swallowing.

"Hmm." Que Chi moved his eyes with difficulty. He was temporarily blind in one eye, and he could only turn his head away to see her clearly.

Those who were chasing him were mostly members of the demon clan.

"You've come at the right time. I have something I'd like to ask you."

"What do you want to ask?"

Just as Yun Fuzhao was about to speak, she noticed that he was still bleeding profusely. She frowned; she would be traumatized if this man died in her room.

"Let's bandage your wound first, so you won't bleed to death."

Que Chi chuckled, unusually refraining from retorting, which felt rather strange.

The scars on his body were very peculiar; the wounds were made with some kind of material, and they were lined up one by one, with jagged edges.

Que Chi was shirtless, with bandages wrapped around his body in layers.

He had a pretty good physique, with smooth muscle lines that weren't overly exaggerated; the kind of slender muscles that everyone in her previous world liked.

"Aren't you afraid of getting a sty from staring at it for so long?"

"...It's not like you're someone shameful, why would you have a sty?"

Que Chi lifted his eyelids to glance at her. She was indeed very frank and open, without any of the reserve that a girl should have.

He took out clothes from his storage ring and wrapped himself up tightly, even pulling the collar up high, looking like he was on guard.

Yun Fuzhao chuckled, making it seem as if she were incredibly thirsty.

"Speak, what do you want to know from me?"

Yun Fuzhao sat up straight. "I want to know the recent movements of the Ghost Clan."

Upon hearing the words "Ghost Clan," Que Chi's expression softened. He scrutinized her, "Why are you asking me this?"

Yun Fuzhao decided not to pretend with him anymore. "That thing on your neck, is it a tattoo?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Que Chi's eyes as he twirled the butterfly knife in his hand, saying casually, "You recognized me from the very first moment we met?"

“Yes,” Yun Fuzhao said, oblivious to the odd tone in his voice, “I’ve seen it in ancient books before.”

Que Chi's lips curled into a mocking laugh, his voice soft, "No wonder you saved me time and time again..."

The blood of the demon race is a great tonic for cultivators, capable of prolonging their lives.

She was no different from those people.

"what?"

His voice was almost muffled in his throat, and Yun Fuzhao couldn't hear it at all.

"It's nothing." Que Chi crossed his arms, unwilling to say more, and only answered her previous question, "I have been away from the Ghost Realm for a long time and I don't know anything about the Ghost Clan's movements."

"That's it..."

Yun Fuzhao was a little disappointed, as he had thought the man would know something.

“However,” Que Chi said calmly, “they’ve been quite active lately, with quite a few from the cultivation world infiltrating them.”

"The Ghost Realm never interacts with the other realms, so why is it getting involved this time?"

"I don't know," Que Chi sensed the meaning in her words, "What are you involved in?"

Yun Fuzhao briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter to him, and emphasized the simulation.

"Hmph, most likely they've reached some kind of cooperation with Ying Tianjue." Que Chi glanced at her meaningfully, "With the help of the Ghost Clan, your little lover won't be able to win over Ying Tianjue."

"What little lover? We're just friends." Yun Fuzhao said, "I gave him a Xuan-grade pill made from the seeds of the Bloodthirsty Lotus. With his own strength, it's only a matter of time before he takes down Ying Tianjue."

Que Chi did not respond.

While the Ghost Realm claims to be secluded from the world, it has secretly been observing the other realms. It has even used its simulation abilities to plant numerous spies among them.

They hoped for checks and balances among all sectors, rather than one entity dominating. Yun Fuzhao's previous high-profile cooperation with the Demon Clan naturally attracted the attention of the Ghost Realm.

Que Chi stared at her. The Ghost Clan was arrogant and didn't think that a mere sect leader like her could cause any trouble, so they were too lazy to deal with her personally.

"Yun Fuzhao, I advise you to be careful. The Ghost Clan is not a kind of people. Before you have absolute strength, you should keep a low profile."

Yun Fuzhao nodded. She wasn't stupid; she knew that the bigger the tree, the more the wind would blow against it, but cooperating with the Demon Clan was a necessary step. "Let's not talk about that. What brings you here today?"

Que Chi was taken aback by the question. He was looking for her? What could he possibly want with her? It was just that the Ghost Clan had sent more men, and he had almost failed to escape several times.

This time, he thought he wouldn't survive. On his deathbed, he suddenly thought of Yun Fuzhao. If he died in front of her, her reaction would be very interesting.

So Que Chi escaped from their clutches once again, arriving at her residence covered in wounds.

Her reaction was indeed quite interesting; she was so cautious, as if she were genuinely afraid he would die.

"The Ghost Clan sent many people to capture me," Que Chi said without hiding anything. "Could I hide here with you for a while?"

Yun Fuzhao seemed to be deep in thought. He was most likely an escapee from the Ghost Realm. Song Manzhu said that those who were not chosen would become slaves and would never be free.

She sympathized with his plight, but the problem was, if those ghosts found out he was hiding here, wouldn't they kill her, a small sect, to make a living?

"You really wear your heart on your sleeve," Que Chi sneered.

"There's no other way. I'm the head of a sect now, so I have to weigh the pros and cons," Yun Fuzhao said frankly. "I can keep you here, but only if you become a teacher in our sect."

"?" Que Chi was puzzled. "What teacher?"

Yun Fuzhao's mind was racing with calculations, but she smiled innocently, "It's just about teaching us disciples simulation techniques, you know what I mean."

"..."

"Can other races learn this ability?"

Que Chi already despised the Ghost Clan. If he were to teach their prized secret techniques to a foreign race, they would surely be furious.

“Okay.” Que slowly put away the butterfly knife. “But the structure of the ghost race is different from that of cultivators, so it will be difficult for them to learn. I will teach them in a very basic way.”

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "No problem, it's enough."

Que Chi was seriously injured and could not act as father and son for the time being. Yun Fuzhao told him to take good care of his injuries.

She planned to learn the sect-protecting formation before going to the Ten Directions Secret Realm. She had almost grasped it, and all that was left was to put it into practice.

The materials needed to set up the Bone Shattering Formation are very expensive, and Yun Fuzhao couldn't bear to spend them. He planned to go elsewhere first to practice some ordinary formations.

Just then, Song Ying said she wanted to go back to Nanxi Village to visit her father.

Yun Fuzhao planned to use Nanxi Village as a practice ground, since they were under the protection of the Wuyai Sword Sect. Furthermore, being nestled in the mountains, they were always frequented by wild beasts and spirit creatures, making their safety uncertain.

Song Ying laughed and said, "Senior Sister Yun, you'll definitely be shocked when you go to our village."

"Why do you say that?"

"You'll know when you go there."