Just as she predicted, they had only just arrived at Purple Sun Peak when Meng Ci’er directed his immense pressure at Yun Fuzhao.
His voice was deep as he commanded, “Kneel!”
Of course, Yun Fuzhao refused.
Activating her Invincible Golden Body, she replied with a stern face, “I have done no wrong.
Why should I kneel?”
The two standing behind Yun Fuzhao were stunned.
That was pressure from an Out-of-Body Stage Cultivator!
Even a Golden Core Stage Cultivator wouldn’t be able to withstand it, let alone a useless weakling like Yun Fuzhao, who had just reached Foundation Establishment.
Meng Ci’er was dumbfounded.
“You…”
‘This is impossible!
Absolutely impossible!’
He unleashed several more waves of pressure, but Yun Fuzhao remained as steady as a mountain.
“The Wuji Sword is the number one divine sword on the Sword Ranking List, and I am now its Contractor.
If Master cannot state what wrong I have committed, then I will not kneel!”
Yun Fuzhao marveled internally.
‘This Invincible Golden Body is perfect for putting on an act.’
But an act was just an act; she hadn’t forgotten to come up with a reasonable excuse for herself.
Otherwise, with her current Cultivation, there was no way she could have withstood that pressure.
The three of them understood.
So that was the reason.
The Wuji Sword is proud and haughty; how could it allow its Contractor to kneel before just anyone?
A flash of greed crossed Yu Nian’er’s eyes.
‘A sword with such a strong spirit…
it should be mine.’
“Out of respect for the Wuji Sword, I will forgive you this time.
If there is a next time, I will show no mercy.”
‘He’s only saying that because he can’t find a reason to punish me.’ Yun Fuzhao had already seen through his rhetoric.
Meng Ci’er said, “I called you all here, but this is mainly about you, Yun Fuzhao.”
An inexplicable sense of dread crept into Yun Fuzhao’s heart.
“What do you mean?”
“The Wuji Sword is the greatest of all divine swords.
For it to fall into your hands is a complete waste.
As I see it, you should give the sword to your junior sister.
I will find a new sword for you.”
Hou Feiyu chimed in, “That’s right, Senior Sister.
Junior Sister is exceptionally talented.
In her hands, the sword is sure to reach its full potential.”
[Are they even human?]
[Look at the shameless faces on this master and his disciples.
It’s utterly disgusting.]
[The Wuya Sword Sect’s reputation has been going downhill for years.
It’s no wonder, with people like them around.]
[You said it.
Back in the day, the Wuya Sword Sect was the most popular sect for new disciples in the Cultivation World.
If Elder Wei were watching this stream, even his good temper wouldn’t hold up.]
Yun Fuzhao truly hadn’t expected Meng Ci’er to be this shameless.
‘No, I should have known.’
Meng Ci’er had only taken her as his disciple because the Divine Calculator had performed a divination for him, predicting that she could shield him from a future calamity.
Only then did he accept the orphaned girl, making her his first disciple.
But he never put any real effort into teaching her, believing it was an immense blessing for someone with Five Spirit Roots like her to even be his disciple.
The original owner of this body had thought so, too.
That’s why she had always served the Sect with all her heart and soul.
Even when she was later ostracized and targeted, she never considered leaving.
She had been psychologically manipulated by Meng Ci’er to the absolute extreme.
But that wasn’t the Yun Fuzhao of today.
When it came to a matter of principle, she would not back down.
Yun Fuzhao spoke up.
“That’s my Lifebound Sword.
Why should I give it to Yu Nian’er?”
Just then, Yu Nian’er tugged on Meng Ci’er’s sleeve.
“Master, Nian’er doesn’t want Senior Sister’s sword.
It belongs to her, after all…”
“Junior Sister, don’t defend her.
She can’t even lift the Wuji Sword!
In her hands, how is it any different from a kitchen knife?”
Yun Fuzhao scoffed.
“It’s bonded to me, so it’s my sword.
Even if I used the Wuji Sword to chop firewood, it would be none of your business.
“Instead of being so concerned with my sword, Second Brother, perhaps you should worry about yourself—and when you’ll finally be able to bond with a sword from the Ranking List.”
Hou Feiyu’s face flushed crimson.
“You!”
“Enough!”
Meng Ci’er slammed his hand on the table.
The force was so great it shattered the table instantly.
All three were startled.
Yun Fuzhao took a step back—not out of fear, but mainly because the splinters nearly hit her.
“Yun Fuzhao, as the Senior Sister, it is your duty to serve the Sect!
If you insist on being so stubborn and selfish, then I, Meng Ci’er, will no longer acknowledge you as my disciple!”
In the past, whenever Meng Ci’er trotted out this threat, Yun Fuzhao would become terrified and agree to even his most unreasonable demands.
She was terrified he would stop being her master.
Meng Ci’er assumed it would be the same this time—that she would burst into tears, begging and pleading for him to take back his words.
A look of delight crossed Yun Fuzhao’s face.
“Oh?
Is something that wonderful really happening?”
Meng Ci’er: “?”
Fearing he might take it back, Yun Fuzhao immediately pulled out her jade pendant and offered it to him.
“Here, you can have this back.”
At their apprenticeship ceremony, every Direct Disciple receives a jade pendant engraved with the insignia of their master’s peak.
As the Sect Leader of the Wuya Sword Sect, Meng Ci’er’s gift to his disciple should have been the most exquisite and impressive of all.
Yet Yun Fuzhao’s was crudely made, clearly carved from a worthless scrap of Jade.
Even so, the original owner of her body had treated this jade pendant as a priceless treasure, polishing it constantly and clutching it every night before she could fall asleep.
Yun Fuzhao felt a wave of indignation and sorrow for her.
Her pure devotion had not been met with the same in return.
“Yun Fuzhao!
What is the meaning of this?
Are you trying to betray Purple Sun Peak?!”
Hou Feiyu couldn’t help but roar, looking utterly incensed.
“For a mere sword, you’re going to throw away all our years of fellowship?!”
‘Of course, I know what he’s up to,’ Yun Fuzhao thought.
‘If I leave, Hou Feiyu becomes the weakest of Meng Ci’er’s disciples.’
“Senior Sister,” Yu Nian’er’s eyes reddened.
“Please don’t go, okay?
Nian’er doesn’t want the sword anymore.
Just don’t go…”
The veins on Meng Ci’er’s forehead bulged as he violently smashed the jade pendant to pieces.
“From this moment on, you are no longer a disciple of mine!”
Yun Fuzhao let out a sigh of relief.
‘Finally free from that hellhole.’ She had to bite back a laugh.
‘Purple Sun Peak?
To hell with it!’
Yun Fuzhao walked out of the grand hall feeling utterly refreshed.
Now that she was no longer Meng Ci’er’s Direct Disciple, according to Sect rules, there was no difference between her and an Outer Disciple.
She thought being an Outer Disciple was pretty good.
She wouldn’t have to get involved in the covert scheming between the peaks.
Pretty good.
Yun Fuzhao walked happily toward her Shuiyun Room, only to be stopped at the entrance by another disciple.
“You are no longer a Direct Disciple.
The private residence and all privileges that come with the title are hereby revoked.”
“…”
‘Right.
Almost forgot about that.’
Yun Fuzhao then remembered the Purple Sandalwood Beauty Couch from her gift pack.
This was the perfect time to put it to use.
‘A nap is a nap, no matter where you take it.’
Yun Fuzhao found a large tree with thick branches, leaped up, and tried to summon the Beauty Couch.
As expected of an item from the gift pack, its craftsmanship was exquisite.
It could even transform to adapt to its surroundings.
The moment the Beauty Couch touched the branches, it smoothly transformed into a nest-like bed.
When Yun Fuzhao lay down, she felt her body sink into its softness.
She rolled over contentedly.
‘I could sleep forever on this thing.’
After dozing for a bit, Yun Fuzhao took the Spirit Beast Egg out from her Divine Sense Space and carefully cradled it in her arms.
‘It’s nice and cool…
quite comfortable.’