The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Yun Yici, who was focused on her cultivation, was completely unaware of the conversations outside.

After circulating the internal energy technique within her body again and again, it became as easy and natural as breathing.

Yun Yici felt as if she had had a full night's sleep.

When she slowly opened her eyes, the glaring light made her frown slightly.

Shen Huaichuan was sitting not far from her.

Long Jiao transformed back into a giant dragon and coiled up on the stone wall to sleep.

Surprisingly, there was a boy of about five or six years old under the Nether Tree. He was exquisitely beautiful, with black hair tied up high and tinged with blue. He was dressed in an elegant blue shirt, like a young master from a wealthy family.

But at this moment, the boy rolled up his sleeves and was loosening the soil around the Nether Tree.

Her awakening startled the two men and the dragon.

Shen Huaichuan and the boy looked over almost simultaneously, and the sleeping Long Jiao also opened his eyes, staring intently at her.

Yun Yici quickly remembered that she had taken the Netherworld Fruit before.

She stood up, then reached out and looked down at her body.

The boy walked over and said, "Don't worry, your current body is much better than your mortal body."

"Ghost cultivators, ghost cultivators, if you're unwilling to give up your bodies, don't even think about joining my sect."

As soon as the boy spoke, Yun Yici recognized him as the spirit of the Netherworld Tree.

"Thank you for gifting me the Netherworld Fruit, senior!"

Yun Yici wasn't ungrateful; having accepted the favor, how could she possibly complain about it to their face?

The boy smiled and said, "Since you appreciate my kindness, you know what to do."

While Yun Yici was absorbing the power of the Netherworld Fruit, he had already packed himself up, just waiting for Yun Yici to wake up.

Yun Yici nodded: "Senior, there is one more thing. When I came, I used locust tree branches to draw the array."

"There are no locust tree branches here. I think the branches of the Netherworld Tree might be more effective."

The boy curled his lip: "A mere mortal tree dares to compare itself to me?"

As the boy spoke, he jumped up, and with a "crack," a slightly lower branch was snapped off and held in his hand.

Yun Yici's teeth ached at the sight, and she couldn't help but ask, "The leaves are your hair, and then what about the branches?"

Could this be the tree spirit's finger? If so, she would be guilty of a grave sin.

The boy handed the branch to Yun Yici and said, "It's alright. Don't you human cultivators also cultivate spirit trees and herbs? You always need to prune the excess branches and leaves."

"Don't worry, these newly grown branches will have a similar effect to my trunk."

Actually, the hope of returning to the Ghost Realm is very close, and even if his fingers were to be broken, he wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

After all, severed hands and feet can grow back; it's just a matter of time.

The reason why Youming Tree had so much confidence in Yun Yici was because it had personally witnessed her successfully running away with Shen Huaichuan last time.

Yun Yici fell directly onto his head, which startled him awake.

He initially dismissed the idea, assuming Yun Yici was Shen Huaichuan's new cellmate, so he didn't wake the fast-sleeping Long Jiao.

Little did anyone know, Yun Yici actually managed to escape from prison with Shen Huaichuan.

The Nether Tree regretted it deeply when it thought about it.

He regretted it; if he had known that little girl was really capable, he would have run away with her.

Fortunately, Shen Huaichuan came in again.

The child looked impatient, and Long Jiao flew down from the wall and transformed back into human form, but coldly turned his head away, refusing to pay any attention to Yun Yici.

Yun Yici looked at Shen Huaichuan, who was sitting still and silent.

The young man's jawline was raised and taut, revealing a mood different from his usual one.

Yun Yici shook the Netherworld Tree branch in her hand, raised an eyebrow, and took the initiative to greet, "Shall we go?"

Shen Huaichuan turned his face to the side, his face glowing with a soft, luminous light. The handsome sword immortal seemed to melt away at this moment.

"You remember?"

Yun Yici walked up to Shen Huaichuan and used a branch as a sword to strike fiercely.

The sharp tips of the ghostly branches pointed directly at Shen Huaichuan's face.

A strong wind blew in his face, ruffling the wisps of hair on Shen Huaichuan's forehead, and causing the few remaining leaves of the Netherworld Tree to tremble.

“I am the Sect Master of Lingwei Sect, yet you take advantage of my youth and act on my own initiative.”

This divine development astonished the spirit of the Nether Tree and the dragon.

The boy's mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

No, is this little girl really Shen Huaichuan's sect leader?

Youming racked his brains for a moment, then he felt like slapping himself.

He shouldn't have given his branch to that little girl.

She's really getting carried away.

He dared to rush up to the former sword immortal and settle scores just because he grabbed a tree branch.

Isn't that just asking for death?!

Having already fallen into the demonic path, killing a newly cultivated little ghost cultivator is child's play for Shen Huaichuan!

He was still counting on the little girl to take him away from this godforsaken place!

The boy's heart was bleeding, heartbroken over his lost Netherworld Fruit.

Alas!

Long Jiao's eyes flickered, showing no intention of speaking in the slightest as Yun Yici intended.

Although he had never been to the outside world, he learned the law of the jungle from his repeated defeats in his confrontations with Shen Huaichuan.

If they interrupt now, there's a high chance Shen Huaichuan will beat them all up.

Shen Huaichuan curled his lips into a smile, trying to ignore the sense of loss that was dragging him down.

He thought he could remain calm and composed in the face of her armed confrontation.

But he didn't realize that his usually gentle eyes had already uncontrollably turned gloomy: "Yun Yici, you know you're a sect leader without any real power, right?"

"Your master, your senior brother, and the imperial edict are not here either."

Yun Yici said, "I know."

"This is between us."

"Even if I am killed today for provoking you, as long as you are a member of my sect, I must defend the dignity of the sect leader."

"Didn't you teach me this, Elder Shen?"

"Besides, if you are willing to follow me, I will no longer be alone behind you."

Yun Yici retracted the branch that was poised to strike and said, "Whether you are willing to stay in Lingwei Sect or not to help me revitalize Lingwei Sect, I will take you away from here."

"If you really want to kill me, wait until you leave here."

Shen Huaichuan's clear eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then he chuckled softly.

"You've really improved; you've even learned how to win people's hearts."

Yun Yici laughed and said, "When it comes to winning people's hearts, I should appoint you as a Supreme Elder."

"But since you cheated me, you should come work for me to pay off your debt."

Shen Huaichuan: "I am no longer an immortal but a demon. Are you letting me stay because you want to create a demonic sect?"

Yun Yici: "Of the three thousand great paths, only good and evil are considered."

The two exchanged questions and answers smoothly, leaving Youming and Longjiao, a tree and a dragon, completely bewildered.

The spirit of the Netherworld Tree never dreamed it could pull off such a bizarre move.

Establishing authority, showing goodwill, and winning over—all done in one smooth motion.

He could see clearly that Shen Huaichuan, though seemingly hesitant, had actually already made up his mind.

Could this be the Chosen Sect Leader's Sacred Body?

Youming couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Now that the two of them had made up, they could go back to the Ghost Realm right away, right?

He could clearly sense the aura of the ghost realm emanating from Yun Yici.