At her words, the five of them burst into laughter.
One even winked and made an exaggerated face.
“Did you guys hear that?
What kind of Hell-rank joke is this?
HAHAHAHA!
She said *we’re* going to be kicked out of the Inner Sect!”
“With that bunch of losers behind her who just reached Foundation Establishment?
That’s hilarious!
They should learn Sword Control before they come out here and start bragging!”
It wasn’t just them; even the Outer Disciples behind Yun Fuzhao flushed with embarrassment.
They were grateful that Yun Fuzhao was standing up for them, but they knew they were outmatched.
Having been suppressed for so long, they didn’t believe they possessed the necessary strength.
Those five Inner Sect Disciples were already at the Early-stage of Spirit Silence, while some in their own group hadn’t even reached Foundation Establishment.
The gap in their strength was so vast.
How could they possibly win?
Yu Nian’er couldn’t quite suppress the flicker of mockery and disdain in her eyes before quickly hiding it.
She said hesitantly, “Senior Sister Yun, this isn’t in accordance with the rules.”
Though she said this on the surface, Yu Nian’er was sneering inwardly.
‘I’ve given her such an obvious out.
I hope this madwoman knows what’s good for her.’
Yun Fuzhao shrugged.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared?”
After a moment’s thought, she decided to raise the stakes.
“Haven’t you always coveted my Wuji Sword?
If you win, I’ll hand it over to you with both hands.”
“Likewise, if you lose…” A smile played on Yun Fuzhao’s lips.
“How about you give me your Snowstep Spirit Deer?”
Everyone: “!!!”
Song Ying approached her, her voice laced with worry.
“Senior Sister Yun, that’s too great a risk…”
Yu Nian’er was stunned.
She hadn’t expected Yun Fuzhao to be so bold.
She had coveted the Wuji Sword for a long time, and now that it was being served up on a silver platter, there was no reason to refuse.
But to maintain her image, she had to put on a show of reluctance.
“This…”
The Inner Sect Disciples beside her, however, were already cackling.
One of them patted Yu Nian’er’s shoulder.
“Just you wait, Senior Yu.
We’ll win the Wuji Sword for you.”
“What are you talking about, ‘win’?
This is just returning it to its rightful owner!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!
That’s right, that’s right!
Returning it to its rightful owner!”
Seeing them say this, Yu Nian’er put on a look of forbearance and finally agreed.
“Since it has come to this, I have no reason to stand in the way…”
She looked at Yun Fuzhao with feigned helplessness.
“I wonder, which five Outer Disciples will you be choosing?”
Yun Fuzhao turned her head and immediately chose Song Ying.
For the rest, she began to consult the bullet chat.
‘Experts, which four of them do you think have the most potential?’
[Yun Family Team 2 You Ziqian: The shortest one, the one with small eyes, the one who’s skinny as a monkey, and the one with the braid.]
[Yunding has a sharp eye.
My picks exactly.]
[Pfft, you’re just a Monday-morning quarterback.]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: Yunding’s picks are all good prospects.]
Yun Fuzhao: ‘Roger that.’
Following You Ziqian’s descriptions, she picked out the four people one by one.
The four of them were sweating bullets, feeling like they were on pins and needles.
Song Ying’s vision went dark when she saw the selections.
‘How are three of the four still in the Qi Cultivation stage…?’
“HAHAHAHA!
Are you kidding, Yun Fuzhao?
These three little noobs haven’t even reached Foundation Establishment, and you think they can beat us?!”
“Don’t be ridiculous.
Go on home and take a nap.”
“Heh heh,” the tall Inner Sect Disciple smirked.
“When the time comes, I’ll try not to make your loss too embarrassing.”
Unfazed by their mockery, Yun Fuzhao looked at Yu Nian’er and produced two Memory Stones.
“Here, Junior Yu.
State the terms of our bet.”
“What is the meaning of this?
Surely you don’t think I would go back on my word?”
“Just to be safe,” Yun Fuzhao said, pushing the Memory Stone a little closer with a smile.
“Come on, say it.”
Yu Nian’er’s brows knitted together.
Although she was impatient, she didn’t let it show.
“I, Yu Nian’er, hereby make a wager with Yun Fuzhao today.
If, one month from now, the five Inner Sect Disciples behind me are defeated by those five Outer Disciples, I will gift my Snowstep Spirit Deer to Yun Fuzhao.
If the outcome is the reverse, Yun Fuzhao will gift the Wuji Sword to me.”
Yun Fuzhao nodded, satisfied, and casually tossed one of the Memory Stones to her.
“Here, this one’s for you.”
Yu Nian’er caught it.
“Alright, let’s not waste any more time,” Yun Fuzhao said, holding her palm up toward the five of them.
“Come on, give me the tokens for the second floor.”
The five of them looked disdainful as they casually unhooked the tokens from their waists and tossed them to her.
Seeing this, Yu Nian’er added, “Senior Sister Yun, the tokens are only valid for today.
Those five disciples can only pick a sword technique today.
The offer expires after that.”
“No problem.”
An imperceptible smile touched the corners of Yu Nian’er’s lips.
The Book Collection Pavilion’s second floor held nearly a million volumes.
For them to choose a suitable sword technique in a single day was a nigh-impossible task.
She could already envision the moment she would form a contract with the Wuji Sword.
Yun Fuzhao handed the tokens to the five disciples.
“Let’s go.
Time to pick your sword techniques.”
Song Ying managed to remain relatively calm, but the other four’s hands were trembling as they took the tokens.
Yu Nian’er waved at them.
“Well then, I wish you good luck.”
The five Inner Sect Disciples slung their arms around each other’s shoulders, laughing.
“Let’s go, let’s go get a drink.”
“I won’t even need to use my full strength to deal with those little losers.”
“Just you watch.
I’ll beat them until they’re begging for their lives!
HAHAHAHA!”
Every single one of their words reached the ears of Yun Fuzhao’s group, making the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.
The female disciple with the small braid couldn’t hold back her tears.
“SOB…
I’m scared…”
Yun Fuzhao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“It hasn’t even started yet.
What’s there to be afraid of?”
‘With those experts in the livestream chat helping out, even a cow could learn to play Chopin.’
“Alright, listen to me,” Yun Fuzhao said, looking at the five of them.
“Once you get to the second floor, don’t go wandering off.
Just do exactly as I say.”
Just a moment ago, Wei Heyu and You Ziqian had worked together to carefully select the most suitable sword techniques for the five of them.
She told them the names of the sword techniques one by one.
Fortunately, the Book Collection Pavilion in this world was quite advanced.
You just had to press your token onto a Book Viewing Stone and write down the title of the book you wanted, and its precise location would be displayed.
It was quite similar to the libraries in her world; it even had a search function.
It couldn’t be more convenient.
Song Ying was a little surprised.
“Senior Sister Yun, how did you know about these sword techniques?”
Yun Fuzhao gave a mysterious smile.
“It’s a secret.”
Under Yun Fuzhao’s encouraging gaze, the five of them slowly headed for the second floor.
Yun Fuzhao, meanwhile, went with the other disciples to the first floor.
She hadn’t come to pick a sword technique today anyway.
She wound her way through the aisles, found a quiet spot, and prepared to take a nap.
She took out her Beauty Couch, which transformed into a small rug.
She snuggled under it and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
After about an hour, Yun Fuzhao’s limbs grew cold.
She yawned, having been woken by the freezing temperature.
She opened her eyes, but the blanket was nowhere to be seen.
Yun Fuzhao shot up immediately.
‘That’s my precious treasure!
It would kill me to lose it!’
Without a second thought, she was about to draw her sword to find the thief, only to see them sleeping soundly right out in the open, wrapped snugly in her blanket.