Even without looking, Yun Fuzhao could feel an unignorable gaze fixed upon her.
It was like damp, gloomy air clinging to her skin, making her shudder.
‘As expected of the obsessive main villain, just standing there, Yu Ze radiated pure insanity.’
“Who hit me?!”
Wu Song glared viciously behind him.
In that direction, there was only Yun Fuzhao, standing right in the center.
He instantly deflated like a dud firecracker, fuming but not daring to say a word.
Yun Fuzhao was now the talk of the Wuya Sword Sect, having gone from a laughingstock to a prodigy at Spirit Severing Great Perfection.
Anyone with an ounce of sense knew not to cross her right now.
Wu Song shot a meaningful glance at the other disciples.
“Well, well, Yu Ze.
You actually managed to get in with Yun Fuzhao.”
He gave him a lecherous look.
“What, did you have to sell your body?”
Yu Ze’s brow twitched, and a flash of murderous intent glinted in his eyes.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Yun Fuzhao knew that Wu Song was most likely doomed.
‘In the novel,’ she recalled, ‘Yu Ze was constantly bullied after arriving at the Wuya Sword Sect, largely because his Half human and Half demon bloodline hindered his cultivation.
That’s why he’s still only at the Qi Refinement stage.’
‘But back then, the original female lead took pity on him and always protected him, making his life at the Wuya Sword Sect more bearable.
Later, when Yu Nian’er went with him into a minor Secret Realm, they fell into peril.
At the critical moment, Yu Ze awakened his Demon Clan bloodline to save her life, becoming a Demon Cultivator in the process.’
‘Yun Fuzhao knew that even though Yu Ze’s Cultivation was low, there were plenty of ways for him to kill a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.’
“Alright, all disciples, fall in.” A powerful voice shattered the tense undercurrents on the training grounds.
Yun Fuzhao stopped paying attention to the commotion and focused on the elder surrounded by disciples.
His Daoist title was Master Bi Hai, and his real name was Ren Qingfeng.
His Cultivation was at the Late stage Nascent Soul.
Yun Fuzhao had heard he’d been stuck at this level for three years, unable to achieve a breakthrough.
In the Wuya Sword Sect, only those whose Cultivation had reached the Out-of-Body Stage could establish their own peak and take on Direct Disciples.
Elders who had not yet reached the Out-of-Body Stage, like Ren Qingfeng, would teach the Sect’s disciples—though typically, it was only the Outer Disciples.
Inner Sect Disciples were usually taught by the various Peak Masters or the Sect Master himself.
“Heart follows the mind, sword flies with it; when the spirit is clear and the mind serene, qi will naturally return.
Sword Control is the state of Man and Sword as One—to feel what it feels, to think what it thinks.” Ren Qingfeng’s gaze was sharp, sweeping over the disciples before pausing subtly when it landed on Yun Fuzhao.
He quickly continued, “In layman’s terms, you treat your Lifebound Sword as you would your own legs.
See it as a part of yourself.”
“Now, try it with your Lifebound Swords.”
At his words, Yun Fuzhao drew her Wuji.
The moment it appeared, all the other longswords on the field let out a submissive hum.
[As expected of the sword Yunding once used.
It really knows how to make an entrance.]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: That old fellow Yunding treasured this sword.
He never used to let anyone even touch it.
Only our Yu could manage to pluck a feather from that old miser.]
[Hahahaha, Old Man Wei, aren’t you afraid Yunding will come after you for that?]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: What a joke.
You think this old man is afraid of him?]
[Yun Family Team 1 You Ziqian: ?]
The live comments fell silent.
Yun Fuzhao chuckled.
‘Looks like You Ziqian is the top dog among all the Great Powers.’
The other disciples had already begun to stumble through learning Sword Control.
Several of them had their longswords WHOOSH away the moment they stepped on, sending the unsteady disciples falling flat on their faces.
It was a rather comical sight.
Yun Fuzhao stroked Wuji, sensing the surging Spiritual Power buried within its cool blade.
She tentatively made Wuji hover in mid-air, then carefully stepped onto it.
‘I thought I’d be just like the other disciples,’ she mused, ‘not yet in sync with my sword and destined for a face-plant.’
But the moment her foot touched the Wuji Sword, an inexplicable sense of peace washed over her, as if Wuji would protect her no matter what dangers she faced.
The only thing Yun Fuzhao needed to worry about was keeping her balance.
Within a few breaths, she had already adapted to the feeling of standing on the sword.
A single thought was all it took for Wuji to carry her soaring into the sky.
All the disciples tilted their heads back, watching as Yun Fuzhao’s figure vanished from sight.
Song Ying shouted, “Senior Sister Yun!
Are you coming back for dinner?!”
Ren Qingfeng beamed with gratification.
“Excellent, excellent.
A true prodigy for Cultivation.”
Yun Fuzhao soared into the clouds.
The biting cold pierced through her, and her adrenaline surged.
‘This is thrilling!’
‘I’ve been on pendulum rides and pirate ships at amusement parks with my classmates before, but none of them even begin to compare to this.’
‘It’s just a little cold this high up.’
She subconsciously circulated the Spiritual Energy in her body.
Soon, shimmering barriers formed around her, shielding her from the cold.
‘No wonder so many people yearn for Cultivation,’ she thought.
‘With Spiritual Energy, you don’t need Hand Warmers in the winter or air conditioning in the summer.
Talk about being self-sufficient.’
[Yun Family Team 1 You Ziqian: Now that you’ve learned Sword Control, you can begin learning sword techniques.]
[Yun Family Team 1 Hong Ziqing: Aiya, if only Little Zhaozhao were learning the Dual Cultivation Skill.
I would be sure to teach her everything I know.]
Yun Fuzhao had specifically looked this up in the Book Collection Pavilion before.
According to the *Immortal Cultivation Strange Tales*, Hong Ziqing was once an elder of the Hehuan Sect.
She was later expelled for having an affair with her own Direct Disciple.
In that book, this Great Power’s reputation in the Cultivation World was apparently quite poor—accused of preying on men and women alike, disregarding all moral principles…
But was that really the truth?
Yun Fuzhao chose to reserve judgment.
After all, from ancient times to the present, whenever a woman achieved something extraordinary, malicious rumors would inevitably surface about her promiscuous private life and how she slept her way to the top.
The Hehuan Sect wasn’t without male Great Powers who had achieved Ascension, yet in the book, Yun Fuzhao found no negative rumors about them.
Instead, they were mostly praised for their boundless charm, which drove countless men and women to offer themselves up willingly.
[You Ziqian has gifted: Complete scroll of the Void Breaking Dragon Roar sword technique x1]
System 001: [Congratulations!
You Ziqian’s fan Rank has been upgraded to 2.
Rewarding the streamer with 200 points!]
She now had 300 points.
She was still 699 short of the Bodhi Bracelet she wanted.
‘Still a long way to go.’
Yun Fuzhao: [Thank you to my Brother You for the gift!
Thanks a million!
May good fortune follow you all your days, and may you have someone to love you always!]
Her delivery was so smooth it was almost frightening.
The Great Powers: […]
Soon, Yun Fuzhao guided Wuji back down.
She had been gone for so long that the training ground had nearly emptied.
Only a few disciples were still struggling to practice.
Then, Yun Fuzhao saw a familiar face.
Yu Ze.
He was utterly clumsy when it came to sword cultivation, waving a plain longsword around as if he had no idea what he was doing.
The moment Yun Fuzhao stepped off her sword, his gaze locked onto her with unnerving precision.
“Yun Fuzhao.”
He probably hadn’t spoken in a long time; his voice was hoarse and deep, raspy as if filled with sand.
Yu Ze stared at her silently, then said something completely unexpected.
He said, “…Teach me.”