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

"I can't believe it! The Rong family's forging shop has actually opened for business?"

"Really? The Rong family has reforged their alchemy furnace? Who took their business?"

"How dare Rong Ji? Can this kind of blacksmith shop that kills people get out of the cultivation world as soon as possible? The people who bought their alchemy furnaces have no conscience at all. Those alchemists are still blind."

"Hey guys, how about we smash up his shop?"

Without further ado, the group of men, believing themselves to be upright and kind, grabbed their tools and headed towards the Rong family's forging shop.

Rongji was startled by their display of force. He didn't understand why Yun Fuzhao wanted him to openly and legitimately set up a shop.

Their deal could have been conducted privately.

When the group arrived at the Rong family's forging shop, before they even got close, an array blocked their path.

Rong Ji was also somewhat surprised. When did this formation come about?

He suddenly remembered that Yun Fuzhao had said he wanted to visit their shop the day before yesterday, and he figured that was when they started this.

"Rong Ji! How dare you reopen? How can you face those alchemists?!"

Upon hearing this, Rong Ji turned pale; he was too ashamed to face the issue. Even though he knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with his alchemy furnace, he had been present when it exploded.

Rongji will never forget the horrific sight of the shards piercing their eyes.

Whether he lived up to expectations or not, what business is it of yours?

A cold male voice came from behind.

As everyone looked, a tall man walked out of the shop, with unremarkable features and no distinguishing features.

Qi Huai never liked getting involved in these kinds of things, and if Yun Fuzhao hadn't asked him to, he would have quit long ago. Now these clueless people were just the perfect opportunity for him to vent his anger.

"Is that alchemist your father or your mother? Why do you keep talking about him?" Qi Huai sneered. "Instead of wasting your time on other people's business, you should focus on your own cultivation. You're so old, and you're still only at the Foundation Establishment stage."

These words made the men blush with embarrassment.

"Who do you think you are! What's it to you?!"

"Who am I? I'm your father. Isn't it normal for me to discipline my own son?"

"You son of a bitch, you brain-dead idiot..."

Qi Huai chuckled, "You low-class scum, you only eat excrement and speak so foully..."

Rong Ji stared in disbelief as Qi Huai debated with the assembled heroes, holding his own against them.

His actions completely dispelled any sadness or guilt he had felt before.

……

In the blink of an eye, tomorrow is the sect competition.

These past few days, Yun Fuzhao has been urging his disciples to cultivate while also learning the Sword Shadow Splitting Light Technique. He almost wishes he could split himself into two.

All the disciples saw Yun Fuzhao's efforts and felt a sense of responsibility that "the sect leader is working so hard, so they can't fall behind." Therefore, they have been putting in a lot of effort to cultivate these days.

Few members of such a large sect are idle.

Even the spirit beasts were taken out for a spin several times.

Dai Junde was extremely pleased to see this.

"Yun Fuzhao, you will be participating in the sect competition tomorrow as a direct disciple of the Wuya Sword Sect." Dai Junde reminded her as usual, "If you are lucky, you will have a chance of winning against direct disciples of other sects. If you are facing Xuantian Sect or Lingyue Sect, don't force it."

Actually, among their generation, none of them had a higher cultivation level than Yun Fuzhao. With such an overpowered advantage, even the male protagonist, Wen Yan, had to take a backseat.

There's no way around it; our strength doesn't allow it.

That's what she was thinking, but she didn't show it on her face. Yun Fuzhao nodded quite seriously, "I know, I will definitely do what I can."

She'll beat their heads to a pulp.

Dai Junde took out a bronze mirror from his storage bag. "This bronze mirror can save your life in a critical moment."

"Thank you, Elder."

Yun Fuzhao stretched out his hands, "I guarantee to complete the mission."

Dai Junde chuckled and handed the bronze mirror to her.

"Our sect has now discovered a Xuan-rank spiritual vein, and its rise to power is only a matter of time. Just do your best in this sect competition."

When the topic turned to the Xuan-rank spiritual veins, a fire ignited in Dai Junde's eyes. This was the first time he had shown such an expression, indicating his anticipation for the future.

He used to have a laissez-faire attitude, handing the sect over to Yun Fuzhao as a last resort.

Yun Fuzhao played with the bronze mirror. "Okay."

The next day, before dawn, Yun Fuzhao got up.

She was a little excited and couldn't sleep. She decided to go for a run.

She had also caught it from Song Ying; something she wouldn't have dared to even imagine before. Yun Fuzhao felt this situation was dangerous; no way, she just wanted to be lazy.

The mind and body are at odds.

As soon as Yun Fuzhao stepped out of his residence, he saw several familiar faces.

"Senior Sister Yun, you're up so early?" Song Ying knew her well; she was usually sound asleep at this time.

"Haha, the sect leader must be nervous too."

"Hey, with me here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Wang Liang, Shang Jia, Yuan Youxi...

They were all running with great energy.

Yun Fuzhao felt a sudden warmth in his heart and a vague sense of belonging arose within him.

The sect competition was held at the Xuantian Sect.

Such a grand competition should naturally be organized by the top-ranked sect.

The Xuantian Sect is much larger than the Wuyai Sword Sect; without someone to guide them, they would probably all get lost.

In this competition, the positions are strictly determined according to the sect rankings.

The Wuya Sword Sect was ranked outside the top 100. Those sitting far away, especially those with poor eyesight, couldn't even see the faces of the people on the stage.

Each sect can only send ten disciples to participate, excluding alchemists. Alchemists belong to a separate competition category.

Most sects would choose their own disciples for these ten disciples. However, the Boundless Sword Sect has almost lost all its own disciples, leaving only Yun Fuzhao and Jin Tang, the Grand Elder's disciple.

Jin Tang was originally training outside, but the elder urgently recalled him because there weren't enough people.

"Gentlemen, the triennial sect competition has officially begun. Disciples from each sect, please draw your opponents."

The sect competition lasts for three days, consisting of the preliminary test, the second test, and the final test.

The final battle was basically a fight between top sects, and had little to do with the smaller sects.

Once you make it to the second round of interviews, your ranking will generally be around 50th.

Yun Fuzhao, being unlucky, was afraid of drawing a major sect, so he simply let Song Ying, who had the best luck, go instead.

Song Ying said, "Our sect is facing off against the Guanshan Sect."

“Guanshan Sect,” Qu Wangzhi analyzed, “is ranked outside the top 100, so we’re basically guaranteed to face them.”

Yun Fuzhao nodded, then asked Yuan Youxi, "Has our sect's alchemy competition been announced?"

“They reported it,” Yuan Youxi said, still a little dissatisfied. “Those disciples of the Xuantian Sect are really annoying. They laughed at us for a long time when they heard that our sect reported alchemy cultivators.”

"They've always been arrogant."

Yuan Youxi snorted, "I'm going to teach them a lesson in the alchemy competition."

Qi Huai: "Just be steady."

He stood lazily beside Yun Fuzhao, his fox-like appearance attracting many glances.

Yun Fuzhao commented, "You're really attractive."

Qi Huai twirled a strand of her hair, then, upon hearing her question, lifted his eyelids and smiled charmingly, "Do you want me to?"