The crowd outside the Water Mirror was utterly dumbfounded.
“Is it insane?
The Wuji Sword flew into Yun Fuzhao’s hands of its own accord?”
“Can someone please tell me why all these swords want to acknowledge Yun Fuzhao as their master?
This is just absurd!”
“Impossible!
Is that even the Wuji Sword anymore?
Don’t tell me someone snuck into the Sword Tomb, switched out the Wuji Sword, and replaced it with a fake.”
Hou Feiyu was utterly shocked.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, making sure he wasn’t mistaken—the Wuji Sword had truly flown into Yun Fuzhao’s hand and was even initiating a bond with her!
Yu Nian’er was also quite surprised.
She bit her lip as endless resentment and hatred swelled in her heart.
‘What right does Yun Fuzhao have?!’
Unaware of the scene outside, Yun Fuzhao simply stared blankly at the Wuji Sword in her hand.
After a moment, a small, complex array materialized before her.
[Yun Family Team 1 You Ziqian: Drip your blood on the array to complete the contract.]
Yun Fuzhao stared at the “Yun Family Team” tag before You Ziqian’s name and fell silent.
When she used to live-stream, her viewers could follow her and join her fan group.
Members of the fan group would get a tag like that in front of their names.
‘So my fan group is called…
the Yun Family Team?’
And the “1” after “Yun Family Team” was the fan Rank.
You could level up your fan Rank by watching the streamer’s broadcast every day or by sending gifts.
Each Rank required a different amount of points.
‘The renowned Yunding Sword Venerable has become my fan.
I have to say, this is pretty surreal.’
Doing as he said, Yun Fuzhao carefully pricked her finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the array.
It immediately flared with light.
The contract was complete.
Yun Fuzhao could feel that on some profound level, she was now bound to Wuji.
She could even sense its thoughts.
At that moment, the bullet comments sprang back to life.
[What is this “Yun Family Team”?
Why does Yunding have that in front of his name?]
[It looks pretty cool.]
Just then, the long-silent System 001 spoke up: [System upgrade complete.
Congratulations, Host.
You have gained one fan.
Reward: 100 points.]
‘If I’m not mistaken,’ Yun Fuzhao thought, ‘I can use these points to redeem things in the store.’
As if sensing her thoughts, the system responded: [Upgrading a fan’s Rank also rewards points.
Rank 1 gives 100 points, Rank 2 gives 200 points, and so on, with no upper limit.
Points can be exchanged for items in the System Store, including but not limited to: Cultivation Techniques, elixirs, spirit beasts, weapons…]
‘This cheat ability really is something,’ Yun Fuzhao thought.
She was even a little curious about what else could be gifted to her.
‘I wonder if they can gift me a cell phone,’ she mused.
‘I’d love to just curl up under the covers and watch other people go through the trouble of Cultivation.’
Still, she had some professional integrity.
Turning to the Great Powers who had just joined her “broadcast,” she offered a pleasant smile.
[Fam, don’t forget to tap ‘follow’ in the top-left corner and join the fan group!]
[Since Little Zhaozhao has spoken, I must certainly join.]
[If this makes you happy, we are willing!]
“…”
Just like that, Yun Fuzhao gained 1,000 points.
‘But…
why do these Great Powers seem a bit…
dimwitted?’
Time was up.
Without dwelling on it, Yun Fuzhao started to head out.
She gripped the Wuji Sword, intending to strike a cool pose, but the blade felt like it weighed a ton, crashing to the ground with a loud THUD.
She nearly threw out her back!
The other disciples: “…”
By the time she managed to drag the sword out, using both her hands and feet, she was drenched in sweat.
Elder Bai Zhi looked at the Wuji Sword in her hands with a complicated expression and asked a question that was on everyone’s mind, “Wuji Sword, what are you even thinking?”
Yun Fuzhao replied, “…It’s after my Five Spirit Roots and my Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, obviously.”
Everyone thought: ‘The sarcasm is laid on thick with this one.’
Regardless, it was an indisputable fact that Yun Fuzhao had bonded with the Wuji Sword, the blade ranked number one on the Sword Ranking List.
The moment she emerged, countless Sword Cultivators glared at her, green with envy, gritting their teeth hard enough to shatter them.
Among them, naturally, was Hou Feiyu.
He walked forward, a strained smile plastered on his face.
“Senior Sister, congratulations!”
Yun Fuzhao genuinely couldn’t lift Wuji, so she had no choice but to drive the blade into the floor and lean on its hilt with her elbow.
“The same to you, Second Brother.
Didn’t you also bond with the Mountain-breaking Sword?” Yun Fuzhao said with faux sincerity.
“Oh, look at my terrible memory.
What was the Mountain-breaking Sword’s rank again?”
Hou Feiyu’s face instantly darkened.
She was doing it on purpose!
Although the Mountain-breaking Sword was a fine blade, it wasn’t on the Sword Ranking List.
Yun Fuzhao’s words were a clear humiliation!
Seeing this, the nearby Yu Nian’er quickly walked over.
“Senior Sister, congratulations!
I knew you were incredible.
To think you could bond with the Wuji Sword while only at the Foundation Establishment Stage.”
She deliberately emphasized the three words, “Foundation Establishment Stage.”
The cultivators who had been green with envy suddenly had a realization.
“That’s right!
So what if Yun Fuzhao bonded with the Wuji Sword?
She has Five Spirit Roots and terrible aptitude.
Even with that sword, she won’t amount to anything.”
“A pity that such a magnificent sword like the Wuji Sword ended up in her hands.”
“Doesn’t a sword return to the Sword Tomb once its master dies?”
As soon as those words were said, the atmosphere fell strangely silent for a moment.
Yun Fuzhao felt malicious gazes directed at her from all sides.
‘People are truly wicked,’ she thought.
“Everyone, this gathering is hosted by our Lingyue Sect.
If anyone intends to cause trouble on our turf, they should first consider whether they are qualified to stand against the Lingyue Sect.”
The speaker was a woman in white Daoist robes.
With shapely, dark brows and skin as white as snow, she was the very picture of a beauty.
Her words, however, carried an undercurrent of threat.
Everyone saw the moon-patterned Sect Emblem on her chest.
“That’s the Direct Disciple of Lingyue Sect’s Third Elder—Xie Wan!”
In the current Cultivation World, the Lingyue Sect was second only to the Xuantian Sect, and its power was not to be underestimated.
And Xie Wan’s background was even more impressive.
She was from the Imperial Family—her brother was the Emperor of the Human Clan.
At the age of six, she awakened a Wind Spirit Root, and her immense talent led the Third Elder of the Lingyue Sect to make an exception and accept her as his Direct Disciple.
Yun Fuzhao was so familiar with her story because, in the later stages of the novel, Xie Wan fell in love with the male lead, Wen Yan.
A perfectly gentle beauty was twisted into a malicious villainess, all to add more drama to the main couple’s romance.
Now, however, she hadn’t expected Xie Wan to speak up for her.
Yun Fuzhao gave her a grateful nod.
‘Such a great beauty,’ Yun Fuzhao lamented internally.
‘Why did she have to go and fall for Wen Yan of all people?
Sigh!’
The crowd hadn’t expected Xie Wan to speak up for Yun Fuzhao either.
Whatever dark thoughts they were entertaining, they had no choice but to suppress them for the time being.
Yu Nian’er’s fingers clenched.
Ever since Yun Fuzhao bonded with the Wuji Sword, she had become the center of everyone’s attention.
‘I’m supposed to be the most outstanding Cultivator here today!’
‘How is a good-for-nothing Foundation Establishment trash with Five Spirit Roots like Yun Fuzhao worthy of the Lingyue Sect’s goodwill?!’
Jealousy grew like wild weeds in her heart.
On the surface, however, Yu Nian’er put on a sweet and docile smile.
“Senior Sister, Second Brother, we should head back.
Master must be getting anxious.”
‘If she whined a little to their master, maybe he would force Yun Fuzhao to give her the Wuji Sword.’
‘If that good-for-nothing Yun Fuzhao could form a bond with it, then she definitely could too!’