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

Everyone was stunned into place, when a figure struck like lightning.

Song Ying was startled and instinctively shouted, "Senior Sister Yun!"

Everyone present knew Yun Fuzhao's strength. Why would a Foundation Establishment cultivator like her run up there to her death?

Song Ying gritted his teeth and looked at the outer disciples, "We can't just leave them like this!"

One of the outer disciples hesitated, "There's no way we can defeat this monster with just a few of us. We might as well lead the villagers and leave as soon as possible."

What he said makes sense; even if they went, it would be a dead end.

Song Ying: "I have just sent a signal to the sect, and they will be here to help us soon."

Song Ying drew his longsword. "I'm going to save them. If you're afraid, don't come with me."

The remaining disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Apart from the disciple who hesitated at the beginning, the rest of the disciples followed.

"Let Duan Wenhao see that we outer disciples are not entirely useless!"

"That's right! If you're afraid of dying, why bother cultivating immortality!"

Just then, a deafening roar rang out. Just as everyone was about to perish, a white figure brandished a sword and slashed fiercely at the demonic beast.

The fierce sword energy swept across the ground with unstoppable force, leaving deep trenches and cleaving the several-meter-tall monster in two.

It didn't even have time to dodge.

Everyone stared in disbelief, and one disciple's longsword clattered to the ground.

That Rank 3 magical beast died before she could even exchange a single blow? It was killed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

"Senior Sister Yun's aura is clearly not that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Most of these disciples had just established their foundations, so they naturally couldn't discern the strength of cultivators with higher cultivation levels than themselves.

Yun Fuzhao withdrew Wuji, his heart pounding.

This was her first time using Wuji, yet she felt no awkwardness whatsoever. Was this the bond between natal swords?

Actually, at first, Yun Fuzhao didn't even know how she rushed over. Although the original owner's strength was average, her physical fitness was very strong. Faced with this situation, her body reacted before her brain.

She looked at the monster that had been split in two and belatedly felt disgusted.

The sword sliced ​​the monster in half as easily as chopping vegetables. Yun Fuzhao could even see its internal organs cut in half, with sticky, reddish liquid flowing all over the ground. The heavy smell of blood filled her nostrils, to the point of making her nauseous.

The scene was so shocking that Yun Fuzhao couldn't hold it in and ran to the side to vomit.

When Song Ying and the others arrived, they saw Yun Fuzhao squatting to the side, vomiting violently.

This created a strong sense of disconnect with her impressive sword strike just now.

Two disciples ran over and lifted the unconscious Duan Wenhao up, giving him a hemostatic pill.

Song Ying walked over to Yun Fuzhao and patted her on the back. "Senior Sister Yun, are you alright?"

Yun Fuzhao was vomiting so badly she was almost fainting. "Oh no. I'm so scared!"

Before she transmigrated here, she had never even killed a fish, and now she had killed such a large magical beast in one fell swoop. Yun Fuzhao's heart couldn't take it.

Song Ying found it somewhat amusing, "You weren't scared at all when you were slaying the monsters just now."

After a while, Yun Fuzhao had recovered almost completely. She stood up and said with lingering fear, "I'm still scared."

Song Ying took it as her modesty and looked at her with more admiration. Yun Fuzhao's sword strike was truly amazing; she hovered in mid-air, her clothes fluttering, like a true master.

The Boundless Sword Sect quickly dispatched disciples, led by Cui Hong, a direct disciple of Qingluo Peak.

The Cui siblings were Yu Nian'er's loyal followers.

Seeing the Soul-Devouring Beast split in two, Cui Hong was somewhat surprised. When did Duan Wenhao become so strong that he could defeat the enemy in one move?

He believed that among these people, only Duan Wenhao had the ability.

Just then, Duan Wenhao woke up, and Cui Hong walked towards him, saying, "You did a great job. I will report your merits to the sect truthfully."

Duan Wenhao was taken aback and looked at Yun Fuzhao. "Senior Brother Cui, I didn't kill the monster."

Cui Hong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Who is that?"

"It was Yun Fuzhao who killed him."

Before Duan Wenhao lost consciousness, he saw Yun Fuzhao defeat the monster with a single move. Although he looked down on Yun Fuzhao, he wasn't ungrateful. If it weren't for Yun Fuzhao, he might have died in the monster's mouth.

"Yun Fuzhao???"

Cui Hong let out a strange cry, clearly not believing it. He turned his head and saw Yun Fuzhao standing to the side, his face pale. He didn't look like someone who could defeat a magical beast in one move.

That's a magical beast, a Rank 3 magical beast at that, not some kitten or puppy. What is Duan Wenhao joking about?

"Duan Wenhao, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Yun Fuzhao possibly kill it?"

Song Ying quickly spoke up: "Senior Brother Cui, I can testify that it was Senior Sister Yun who killed her."

Several other outer disciples chimed in, "We all testify that it was Senior Sister Yun who killed her."

Even the villagers who were watching chimed in.

Cui Hong frowned and retorted to Song Ying, "Alright, everyone knows you and Yun Fuzhao are on good terms. These villagers are with you, so they'll naturally follow whatever you say."

To be honest, Cui Hong looked down on disciples who came from villages. His colleagues were all either rich or powerful.

They often gossiped with their disciples, saying that these disciples from the village all had a foul odor. He hated dealing with such poor and shabby disciples the most.

He used to look down on Yun Fuzhao, but he never expected that she would hang out with these poor bastards after leaving Ziyang Peak. How degrading!

“I’m too lazy to waste my time with you,” Cui Hong walked toward the monster’s corpse and took out a beast core from its dantian. “Since you’re not telling the truth, I’ll take this beast core.”

Song Ying was furious at his shameless behavior and was about to argue with him when Yun Fuzhao stopped her.

"The sect rules state that whoever kills a demonic beast or monster owns it. Junior Brother Cui, are you trying to claim it for yourself?"

Yun Fuzhao was the oldest among the disciples of his generation, so calling him "junior brother" was perfectly reasonable.

Cui Hong was extremely displeased. "What are you shouting about? Who is your junior brother? Do you still think you are a disciple of Ziyang Peak?"

Whoever killed it is responsible. Do you have evidence to prove that you killed this monster?

Yun Fuzhao knew that he wanted to keep the beast core for himself.

Beast cores can be used to refine elixirs or to feed spirit pets. But Yun Fuzhao felt that Cui Hong definitely wanted to give them to Yu Nian'er so she could refine elixirs.

She killed him, why should she give it to someone else?

"There's no point in arguing with you. Just take this beast core to the Merit Hall for examination, and we'll know who killed it."

The elders of the Merit Hall can extract the memories of a magical beast before its death to determine who killed it. This is also to prevent sect disciples from falsely claiming responsibility.

Cui Hong scoffed, not believing that Yun Fuzhao could kill the demonic beast, and replied directly, "Since you insist on humiliating yourself, I will grant your wish."