The little white snake flicked its tail, its tiny head held high, looking somewhat displeased.
It slithered onto Yun Fuzhao’s hand, giving her goosebumps.
The little snake reared up, its red pupils fixed on Song Ying as it made a HISSING sound.
This spirit beast had bonded with her before it even hatched, so Yun Fuzhao could easily sense the disdain emanating from it.
Its gaze clearly said, ‘She’s just a Seventh Rank, what’s there to be envious of?’
It was true.
A Seventh Rank was nothing compared to a Heavenly Grade like itself.
Song Ying was amused by the little snake and asked, “What’s its name?”
Yun Fuzhao was terrible at naming things.
“How about…
‘Little White’?”
The little snake slapped her arm with its tail in displeasure, then grabbed a stick in its mouth and wrote two words in the dirt: “Jiao Yu.”
Song Ying was dumbfounded.
“It can write?”
Yun Fuzhao nodded.
‘As expected of a Heavenly Grade.
It’s certainly capable.’
…
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yun Fuzhao led Jiao Yu back to her room.
She still hadn’t refined the 20,000 cultivation points gifted by Xi Muzhe.
The cultivation gifted by Great Powers could be directly integrated into her Dantian, but Yun Fuzhao’s cultivation was already at the Great Perfection stage.
She couldn’t just break through on the road.
She clumsily sat cross-legged and began circulating her Spiritual Energy.
In just a single Small Circulation, all the cultivation became her own.
Twenty thousand cultivation points took her directly from Spirit Severing Great Perfection to the Golden Core Middle Stage.
The higher the level, the more cultivation was required; Yun Fuzhao’s leap was already enormous.
Yun Fuzhao opened the system’s shop.
Her cultivation was rising too fast.
If anyone found out, she could imagine the consequences.
The urgent priority was to see if the shop had anything that could conceal her cultivation.
Clearly, the shop’s items were perfectly tailored to her needs.
A Bodhi Bracelet in the item list could conceal cultivation and even adjust her apparent cultivation to any desired stage.
It was practically custom-made for her.
But one look at the price: 999 points.
Yun Fuzhao’s heart sank.
She only had 100 points from Xi Muzhe joining her fan club.
She was still short 899 points.
Yun Fuzhao collapsed onto her bed.
‘This is too hard.’
Live-Streaming System 001: [Host, do not be discouraged.
To help the Host achieve better live-streaming results, this system is offering a special friendship sponsorship.]
Hearing this, Yun Fuzhao’s eyes shot open.
[What kind of sponsorship?]
She’d heard from the live-streaming system that it also had its own evaluations.
The main system would score it based on how exciting the live stream was, and this affected System 001’s performance review.
They were in the same boat now.
Live-Streaming System 001: [In three days, the underground exchange will hold its annual auction.
As long as the streamer purchases the final, show-stopping item, this system will provide a friendship sponsorship of 899 points.]
Yun Fuzhao: [And what is the final item?]
Live-Streaming System 001: [The Young Master of the Fox Clan.]
Yun Fuzhao was a little surprised.
In this novel, there were Six Realms: the Cultivation World, the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, the Human World, the Ghost Realm, and the Upper Realm.
Since the female protagonist was mainly in the Cultivation World, large sections were dedicated to describing how she captured the hearts of various Sect geniuses there, followed by the Demon Realm.
As Yu Ze was part of her harem, the novel also gave a rough description of the Demon Realm.
Other than that, the other Four Realms were not involved, mentioned only in passing.
The Young Master of the Fox Clan.
Just from the title, he sounded like a big deal.
Correspondingly, the difficulty would surely be very high.
Yun Fuzhao haggled.
[Okay, fine, but you have to guarantee my cultivation level won’t be exposed during these next three days.]
System 001: [No problem.]
With one problem solved, Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief.
She really wanted to hurry up and become a disciple of the Fifth Elder so she could start living her lazy, “salted fish” life.
Otherwise, here among the Outer Disciples, there were too many chores and too many dangers.
She was constantly on edge.
The next promotion tournament was in one month.
She had to get into the Inner Sect first, then participate in the Summit Contest, and place in the top three to have a chance to become the Fifth Elder’s disciple.
Thinking about it, it was just like the major exams from her past life.
You had to pass the middle school entrance exam, then the college entrance exam, to finally get into the school of your choice.
Yun Fuzhao was already getting tired.
…
“Senior Sister Yun, hurry!
Elder Xuanfeng is teaching us Sword Control today!”
Hearing this, Yun Fuzhao immediately sat up.
She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.
Every time she read about the protagonists using Sword Flight in novels, her heart would race with excitement.
Today, it was finally her turn.
She patted Jiao Yu’s head.
“Be good and stay here.
I’ll bring you back a Beast Core when I return.”
The little white snake docilely nuzzled the back of her hand.
Yun Fuzhao’s fear of it had mostly vanished.
On the contrary, the more she looked at it, the cuter it seemed.
‘Probably thanks to a bias filter.’
Yun Fuzhao followed Song Ying toward the training grounds.
The vast field was already crowded with disciples.
The moment Yun Fuzhao arrived, she felt an unignorable gaze fall upon her.
Now at the Golden Core Middle Stage, she easily pinpointed the source of the stare.
It was coming from her back and to the side.
A few disciples were gathered there, surrounding a thin teenager.
They were saying something to him, their smiles full of malice.
But the boy they had cornered was staring straight at her.
It was Yu Ze.
Those dark, cold pupils were too distinctive; Yun Fuzhao recognized him at once.
That day, his face had been covered in blood, obscuring his features.
His face wasn’t fully healed today, but the injuries did nothing to diminish his heaven-defying good looks.
The boy had a severe brow ridge, sharp and profound black eyes, and clean, defined facial lines.
The pouring light outlined the callow youthfulness of someone caught between being a boy and a young man.
‘With a face like that, he could have easily debuted as an idol back in her time.’
“Hey, little mute, what are you looking at?”
The disciple leading the group sneered, then followed his gaze backward.
The image of a young woman in green robes standing in the center of the field filled his vision.
“Isn’t that Yun Fuzhao?”
“I heard she was the one who saved him the other day.”
“Yun Fuzhao is a big name in the Sect now.
Boss, we probably shouldn’t mess with her.”
Wu Song sneered.
He reached out and patted Yu Ze’s face, the humiliation obvious.
“Little mute, you don’t actually think she’s going to come help you, do you?
Dream on.
Who cares if a dog lives or dies?”
Yu Ze batted his hand away, a hint of killing intent showing in his dark eyes.
“Whoa, you dare to glare at me now?” Wu Song raised his hand to slap him.
Yu Ze silently tightened his grip on the dagger in his sleeve, ready for a fight to the death.
“AAAH!”
In a flash, the person before him cried out, clutching the back of his hand, his features contorted in pain.
Yu Ze froze, his eyes falling on the small stone that had dropped to the ground.
As if sensing something, he looked up.
The figure standing in the center of the field was retracting her hand.
She gave him an expressionless glance before looking away.
The second time.
She had saved him a second time.
A rare sliver of confusion sprouted in his heart.
He and Yun Fuzhao had only met once.
Why would she help him?
‘Could it be that I have something she wants?’
Yu Ze slowly retracted the dagger into his sleeve.