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

Que, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up and dusted himself off.

He stared at Qi Huai holding her hand, his eyes deep and intense.

Tsk, he's the one swearing off sovereignty now.

Yun Fuzhao got goosebumps from Qi Huai's words and awkwardly pulled her hand back. "What are you doing? You're so greasy."

Qi Huai: "..."

Que Chi, however, laughed out loud, which was rather unkind.

With his beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed, Qi Huai looked past Yun Fuzhao and Que Chi to meet their gazes. Sparks flew the moment their eyes met.

The atmosphere inexplicably became tense.

Yun Fuzhao was completely unaware. "Alright, you two, stop standing there and get back to training."

Since she had said that, the two could only temporarily put aside their hostility.

Before leaving, Qi Huai scratched Yun Fuzhao's palm with his finger, and when she looked at him, he showed an innocent and naive smile.

Yun Fuzhao clenched his fingers. That damned vixen, she's too good at seducing people.

Fortunately, she had a stable mind, otherwise he would have swindled her out of her entire fortune.

Qi Huai had already left, but Yun Fuzhao was still there, reluctant to part. Seeing this, Que Chi felt a surge of anger and suddenly said, "Yun Fuzhao, I will be leaving the Wuya Sword Sect in two months."

This finally drew Yun Fuzhao's attention back. "Alright, are you going to find Half-Life Lotus?"

Que Chi agreed readily, grinding his back teeth and barely suppressing his emotions. "Yes. There are more and more ghosts. I must find the Half-Life Lotus to restore my cultivation."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If they come looking for me, just hand me over."

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "Okay."

"...They really didn't hesitate at all."

"Oh, that's called prioritizing the overall situation."

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and Yun Fuzhao couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Am I that kind of heartless person?"

"you are not?"

"..."

Yun Fuzhao thought about it carefully, and hey, she really is.

"Every man for himself, or he'll be damned by heaven and earth," as the saying goes.

However, even though that's what they say, if those ghosts really dare to come in, it'll be a good opportunity to test their sect's ninth-grade bone-shattering formation on them.

She had never seen the power of this formation before.

Yun Fuzhao: "Don't worry, even if it's a ghost clan member, if they dare to trespass into our Wuyai Sword Sect, they will definitely come in horizontally and leave vertically."

At this point, Yun Fuzhao remembered a very important question, "If it were a powerful being from your ghost clan who had simulated their appearance, how would I be able to tell them apart?"

"It's practically impossible to tell the difference. Only we ghosts can distinguish them."

How to distinguish them?

Que Chi said calmly, "The blood of the Ghost Clan is different from that of other races."

Yun Fuzhao: "What if you were simulated?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Que Chi moved closer to her. "I have a method. Would you like to try it?"

"what?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Que Chi cut his palm, and bright red blood flowed down his hand.

Que Chi said, "Remember the taste of my blood."

"..."

Yun Fuzhao's teeth started to ache. This was human blood! To drink it raw was really pushing her limits. "Let me mentally prepare myself."

"Ah."

After an incense stick had burned, Yun Fuzhao closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and opened his mouth, "Come on."

Que Chi's gaze lingered on her pink lips, his breathing slowing involuntarily. He clenched his fist, hovering it above her lips.

A drop of crimson blood fell onto her lips, like a drop of blood-red gemstone. Yun Fuzhao subconsciously licked it, and the blood spread out in a decadent, luscious color.

Yun Fuzhao was a little surprised. "Hiss, it doesn't smell like rust."

"What's that smell?"

"The taste of honey water."

Yun Fuzhao now understood why the ghost race liked to drink blood. The taste was so surreal.

Que Chi withdrew his hand, awkwardly placing it behind his back. "A strange and unusual description."

"What? I'm telling the truth. Do other demons taste the same?"

"No. Every member of the Oni clan has different blood."

Yun Fuzhao exclaimed, "Wow, this has made me a little curious. Does it have cola-flavored blood?"

Having been in the cultivation world for so long, she still misses her sparkling water a little.

……

A month passed, and Yun Fuzhao's cultivation level still hadn't broken through. She wasn't in a hurry, continuing to urge her disciples to practice sect exercises, memorize alchemy manuals, and learn simulation techniques as usual…

I'm so busy every day.

She had just finished her work that day when the jade pendant on her waist lit up.

It is Yuze.

This time it really took him a long time. It only took him a few days to conquer the Brahma Palace, but it took Ying Tianjue more than a month.

Yu Ze: It's resolved smoothly. I'll come to find you in a few days.

Yun Fuzhao replied with a "yes".

Not long after, news also came from Rongji.

He said he would make ten alchemy furnaces for now and asked her to check their quality.

Yun Fuzhao was overjoyed; good things come in pairs. She immediately pulled Qi Huai along.

He's a professional; the task of appraising an alchemy furnace should be left to a professional like Fox.

"Let me make this clear first: in my opinion, any alchemy furnace below the fifth grade is garbage."

Qi Huai was usually very kind, but he was extremely strict when it came to alchemy.

These past few days, the alchemists have visibly lost a lot of weight under Qi Huai's relentless training. Even Yuan Youxi's noisy nature has been quieted down by him.

Every time she went, the group would be so engrossed in reciting the prescriptions that they would forget to eat or sleep, working themselves to the bone.

"Oh dear, lower your expectations a bit." Yun Fuzhao was a little unsure. She had heard that Rong Ji hadn't refined pills for over ten years. With such a long gap, he probably couldn't even regain his touch.

Rong Ji pushed the exquisitely crafted alchemy furnace in front of them, saying, "I'm out of practice; I can only make sixth-grade alchemy now."

Yun Fuzhao: "?"

No, he's just keeping a low profile.

Qi Huai gently stroked the alchemy furnace, but the complaints he had prepared didn't get a chance to come out. He could only say, "This alchemy furnace is very good."

Since the big shot has said so, there's nothing wrong with the bag.

Yun Fuzhao waved his hand, "Give me twenty more. By the way, how many spirit stones are these?"

"One high-grade spirit stone."

Duo Shao? Only twenty high-grade spirit stones?

Each Grade 3 alchemy furnace in the Zhenpin Pavilion requires ten high-grade spirit stones.

She now vaguely understands why Zhenpinge has become so dominant; it's clearly a case of bad money driving out good.

"Uncle Rong, what's the highest grade you can produce?"

"Seventh rank. Any higher than that won't work."

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "That's enough, that's enough."

If it goes any higher, it will have to be auctioned off.

Yun Fuzhao was very fond of the several alchemy furnaces, saying, "With your skills, you shouldn't have been overlooked in this small town."

She pulled out a large bag of spirit stones. "These are the spirit stones for the remaining twenty pill furnaces. If you're willing, the Boundless Sword Sect can cooperate with you long-term."

Rong Ji didn't answer. "Sect Leader Yun, does what you said before still stand?"

"Which sentence?"

"To clear the name of my Rong family's forging shop."

Yun Fuzhao nodded, "Of course it counts."

Rong Ji: "If the sect leader can really do it, the Rong family is willing to provide the Wuya Sword Sect with alchemy furnaces free of charge in the future."