Yun Fuzhao’s scalp tingled with dread.
She had to fight the urge to run this psycho through with her sword.
“W-what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?!”
Yu Ze took a step forward, and most of his face was revealed in the moonlight, making his eyes seem all the more deep and obscure.
He didn’t speak, just watched her quietly.
Yun Fuzhao looked him up and down.
Seeing no hostility from him, her heart, which had been in her throat, settled slightly.
“The blood on you…”
She paused.
“Is it Wu Song’s?”
Yu Ze nodded.
Seeing her brow furrow slightly, he realized how strong the smell of blood on him was.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and he took half a step back.
“Did you kill him?” ‘Wu Song is an Outer Disciple, too,’ Yun Fuzhao calculated silently.
‘But he’s a smooth operator, a total sycophant who’s always trying to curry favor with the Inner Sect Disciples.’
‘If he really is dead, it will probably draw the Sect’s attention.’
At this thought, Yun Fuzhao’s heart pounded wildly as a guess surged into her mind.
‘Wait a minute.
Yu Ze came running to my place in the middle of the night…
he’s not trying to drag me into this, is he?’
It wasn’t that she was paranoid; after all, Yu Ze was the biggest villain in the novel.
This was exactly the kind of thing he would do…
Her expression shifted again and again, and her gaze toward Yu Ze filled with resentment.
Yu Ze remained perfectly calm the entire time, standing there like a block of wood.
“I didn’t kill him…”
A vicious glint appeared in his eyes.
“I just made him wish he were dead.”
‘Look at that expression.
If that’s not a villain, what is?’
Yun Fuzhao didn’t know what he meant by that.
Right now, she was more concerned about why on earth Yu Ze had come to find her.
‘But from the looks of him, he probably wouldn’t give a straight answer even if I asked.
He’s always been mercurial.’
The two of them just stood there, staring at each other for a while.
The atmosphere was quiet, with only the occasional chirp of insects outside the window.
Yun Fuzhao was getting annoyed.
“Are you leaving or not?
Is it proper for a grown man like you to keep standing in my room?”
“Yun Fuzhao…”
He suddenly called her name in a low voice.
In the quiet night, Yu Ze’s voice sounded particularly hoarse and thick, yet it still carried a trace of youthful greenness unique to a boy his age.
Goosebumps rose on Yun Fuzhao’s arms.
She had to admit, she had a thing for nice voices.
She’d listened to her fair share of audio dramas in the past and always had a soft spot for a pleasant voice.
Half of her previous resentment dissipated.
Yun Fuzhao shook off her goosebumps.
“What?”
“Are you afraid of me?”
That one step he had taken back had plunged him completely into the shadows.
Yun Fuzhao couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel his unignorable gaze fixed on her.
‘Is there something wrong with this guy?
The way he looks, neither human nor ghost, anyone would be scared, right?’
But a heavy wave of drowsiness washed over her, and Yun Fuzhao couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.
“Yeah, I’m scared.
So what?
You gonna kill me?”
Yu Ze: “…”
Yun Fuzhao waved her hand impatiently.
“Just go already.
I have things to do tomorrow, I don’t have time to chat with you.”
He remained rooted to the spot.
Yun Fuzhao’s temper flared.
She unceremoniously pushed him by the back, herding him toward the exit.
“We can talk about it tomorrow if it’s that important.”
A tingling numbness, like a series of electric shocks, spread from his back where she touched him.
Yu Ze’s expression was dazed, and he offered no resistance as she pushed him out the door.
The wooden door slammed shut in his face with a BANG.
Yu Ze stood there quietly for a moment.
The scent of camellias that had filled his nose was blown away by the cold wind outside, and the smell of blood came rushing back.
A thread of inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and Yu Ze strode quickly away from her residence.
Meanwhile, Yun Fuzhao yawned as she fell onto her bed.
The last thought that crossed her mind before she passed out was: ‘Yu Ze is way too skinny.
It was uncomfortable just pushing him.’
Yun Fuzhao woke up bright and early the next day.
Ever since she’d transmigrated here, she hadn’t slept in a single day.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but that circumstances didn’t allow for it.
Ever since she became an Outer Disciple, she had to wake up at 5 a.m.
every day for drills and to practice her sword moves.
These were the sword moves that every disciple of the Wuya Sword Sect had to learn.
They were more like calisthenics than anything, with low killing power but high aesthetic appeal.
Speaking of which, she still hadn’t started practicing the Void Breaking Dragon Roar Sword Technique that You Ziqian had gifted her.
Currently, in the entire Cultivation World, only the Xuantian Sect possessed this Sword Technique.
To recruit outstanding Sword Cultivators, the Xuantian Sect had even declared that anyone who became the Sect Master’s Direct Disciple could cultivate this Sword Technique.
Many Sword Cultivators desperately tried to get into the Xuantian Sect just for this Sword Technique left behind by the Sword Master.
And that was just for an incomplete version; it was enough to make countless Sword Cultivators flock to it.
Yun Fuzhao didn’t dare to imagine how many people would be green with envy and come after her if it was revealed that she had the complete scroll.
When that time came, the Wuya Sword Sect wouldn’t be able to protect her.
The thought alone was terrifying.
‘My current strength is not enough to face so many unknown risks.
It’s better to keep a low profile.’
The drills ended early today.
Yun Fuzhao put away Wuji and immediately prepared to head down the mountain.
Lost in her thoughts, she bumped into someone.
She looked up and—well, I’ll be.
Wasn’t this Wu Song?
Normally, with his temper, he would have started cursing her out.
But today, he was acting strangely, even apologizing to her.
His face was pale, and his steps were unsteady.
He looked as if his soul had been stolen from his body.
‘This is probably Yu Ze’s handiwork.’
Yun Fuzhao tried to recall the novel’s plot.
In the future, after Yu Ze became the Demon Lord, he rarely acted himself.
With a wave of his hand, countless members of the Demon Clan would charge into battle for him.
She had no idea what method he had used.
But it had nothing to do with her.
The most pressing matter was to hurry to the Human World to attend the underground exchange.
That’s right.
This trade, which involved all Five Realms, was set up in a black market in the Human World, and one needed a special Token to enter.
Just thinking about it made Yun Fuzhao’s heart ache.
Exchanging for this Token had cost her 100 points.
The underground exchange issued a limited number of Tokens, usually only to the rich and powerful.
The entrance was also heavily guarded, so it was impossible for Yun Fuzhao to sneak in.
So she had to grit her teeth and buy a Token from the system.
Near the black market, all sorts of things were for sale.
Relying on her many years of novel-reading experience, she bought a mask and a cloak.
Following the system’s prompt, Yun Fuzhao arrived at a gambling den.
The place was a den of vice, the air thick with the smell of cheap, acrid smoke.
A large crowd of men had gathered around a square table, their faces flushed as they shouted loudly.
They were as noisy as cicadas buzzing incessantly in the summer heat.
An attendant discreetly sized up her attire and quickly came forward to greet her.
“What would you like to play, my lord?
Dice?
Cockfighting?”
Yun Fuzhao glanced at him and said coolly, “Let me see your boss.”
The Token in her sleeve flashed for a brief moment.
The attendant understood at once.
“This way, my lord,” he said enthusiastically.
Yun Fuzhao followed him through a series of twists and turns to a hidden door, where two men in black robes stood guard.
They wore white masks, and their bodies were enveloped in enormous cloaks.
Yun Fuzhao couldn’t sense their Cultivation, which meant their strength was far greater than hers.