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

The other party, relying on his status as a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, believed whatever he said and insisted that he had picked the Ganoderma lucidum.

The cultivator in green robes was just a rogue cultivator; how could he possibly fight against such a powerful sect that could control everything? He could only reluctantly hand over the spirit stones to them.

Now that this has happened to the Xuantian Sect, the green-robed cultivator is practically cheering and banging drums all over the streets.

"Hmph, I will never entrust any mission to a sect like yours that is untrustworthy and bullies others with its power again in my lifetime."

Yu Nian'er said softly, "Uncle, you might have misunderstood something..."

"Misunderstanding my foot! Everyone knows that your sect bullies others by abusing its power and bullies the Boundless Sword Sect. If you can't even spare the sect, then we insignificant people are even more unforgivable."

The cultivator in the green robe waved his hand, "Get out, get out, and don't ever appear in front of me again."

Yu Nian'er's eyes reddened, and she clenched her sleeves helplessly.

Hou Feiyu couldn't tolerate her being bullied like this, and immediately drew his sword, shouting, "You brute, how dare you speak to your junior sister like that!"

Seeing his posture, the cultivator in the green robe was so frightened that he stepped back and hurriedly said to the cultivators around him, "Everyone, look quickly, the Xuantian Sect is going to bully people again."

The onlookers quickly gathered around.

"Heavens! Is there no law anymore? These disciples from major sects are bullying us lowly cultivators in broad daylight!"

“The Xuantian Sect is used to being arrogant and has never taken us minor cultivators seriously.”

"To be honest, I've been unhappy with their sect for a long time. Their disciples are notoriously arrogant. I once accidentally bumped into one of them, and he beat me up so badly that my face was bruised and swollen."

The murmurs grew louder and louder, and Yu Nian'er and her companions, unable to save face, could only leave in a disheveled state.

Boundless Sword Sect.

Yun Fuzhao sat cross-legged. Ever since the sect competition ended, she had felt her dantian loosen and that she was on the verge of a breakthrough.

After an incense stick had burned, Yun Fuzhao exhaled.

This is incredible! She's made a breakthrough.

I am now in the early stages of astral projection.

Who else can match this incredible cultivation speed?

As soon as Que Chi entered, he noticed that her aura was different.

He looked surprised. "Your cultivation level has increased again?"

“Yes,” Yun Fuzhao said proudly, hands on his hips, “I’m in the Out-of-Body stage now.”

Que Chi gasped in astonishment. Was this really the speed at which a person could cultivate?

"You came to see me for something?"

Que Chi said, "I'm leaving now. I've already taught your disciples. Their simulation techniques are so good that no one except the ghost race can tell the difference."

Yun Fuzhao sincerely thanked him, "I don't have anything to see you off as you leave."

She took out Yu Nian'er's treasures that she had taken during the sect competition, saying, "Choose one to take with you, don't die on the way."

"...Hope I'm doing well."

Que Chi retrieved the Yin-Yang Mirror, demanding "compensation for emotional distress."

"You have a good eye; this is the best treasure."

Que Chi snorted but did not answer.

After a long pause, he approached Yun Fuzhao and said in a low voice, "During the sect competition, that killing intent belonged to the Ghost Clan."

Yun Fuzhao was taken aback. "You were here too? I didn't see you."

“I simulated other disciples.”

No wonder.

Yun Fuzhao suddenly realized that what he meant was that there were other ghost clans present at the sect competition that day...

Thinking hard.

"Why would the Ghost Clan want to kill me?" Yun Fuzhao asked, confused. "I didn't provoke them, did I?"

Que Chi lowered his eyes and stared at her. "I think it has something to do with Yu Nian'er. The Ghost Clan usually doesn't interfere in the affairs of the cultivation world. But at that time, it was clearly because her safety was threatened that they attacked you."

Could it be that Yu Nian'er's leg hair has already spread to the ghost race?

Actually, it's not impossible.

The enemy is in the shadows while she is in the open; she needs to learn more about her opponent's strength.

Yun Fuzhao asked, "What is the name of the Ghost King of the Ghost Clan now?"

All emotion vanished from Que Chi's eyes; his face remained expressionless. "Why are you asking this?"

"Know thyself, ever-victorious."

Seeing his expression, Yun Fuzhao realized that the current Ghost King must be his twin brother.

Do twins really look alike?

His name is Que Yu.

"and then?"

Que Chi glanced at her and said, "You'd better not mess with him. He's not a good person."

“I know,” Yun Fuzhao patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’re on the same team. I’ll always be your strongest support.”

Que Chi stared into her eyes, a strange emotion suddenly rising within him. From birth, he had been exploited and oppressed; everyone could trample on him.

He had grown accustomed to the emptiness behind him.

But Yun Fuzhao's words were like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

He was the best at discerning the truth from falsehood in people's hearts, but at this moment he couldn't tell her apart.

Yun Fuzhao was unaware of his complex emotions at that moment. What she was thinking was that since the Ghost Clan wanted to deal with her, she had to cooperate with Que Chi.

After all, he knows the demon race best.

"Why don't you go find Banshenglian instead?"

"Ah."

Yun Fuzhao intended to keep him here. "How about this, you go look for it first, and I'll help you look for it too. I'll let you know when I find it."

"...What are you going to do for me?" Que Chi stared at him intently. "You're being overly solicitous for no reason."

"What? You've forgotten we're allies!" Yun Fuzhao said righteously, "Your business is my business. Don't worry, with me here, this will be taken care of."

"You want me to stay in the Boundless Sword Sect?"

Okay, I've been found out.

Yun Fuzhao coughed, "I'm just worried about your safety."

"The Ghost Clan is hunting me down everywhere. Aren't you afraid something will happen to the Boundless Sword Sect?"

"That's true, we're in the same boat now. The demons will still try to kill me. We can only have a better chance of winning if we stick together."

Que Chi chuckled, "Forming cliques? Men and women shouldn't touch each other."

"..."

After seeing him off, Yun Fuzhao began preparations for going to the Ten Directions Secret Realm.

The Ten Directions Secret Realm is notoriously dangerous, and Yun Fuzhao, fearing for his life, planned to take Qi Huai with him.

It just so happens that Yu Ze is also coming to see him. With these two powerful figures around, is Yun Fuzhao afraid of not being able to take down a seventh-grade spirit beast?

Tell Dai Junde to keep his disciples away from home during this period unless absolutely necessary.

It's uncertain whether the Ghost Clan will target her sect's disciples. Within the sect, there are protective formations, but outside, the safety is uncertain.

[Yun Family Brigade 4, You Ziqian: Your current cultivation level is sufficient to learn the fourth form of the Illusionary Shadow Technique.]

Upon hearing this, Yun Fuzhao realized that there was something she hadn't learned yet.

After tidying up, Yun Fuzhao opened the Illusionary Technique.

The fourth move of the Illusion Technique: Binding.

This time it's her wood spirit root.

I wonder if her spiritual root is capable of refining pills? But the thought was barely left in his mind before Yun Fuzhao crossed it out.

She already has enough to study every day; if she were to do alchemy on top of that, she'd be exhausted.

Following the instructions, Yun Fuzhao circulated her spiritual energy, and with a "whoosh," a green vine shot out from her sleeve and bound the wooden table in front of her.

Why does it look a bit like Spider-Man?