Meng Ci’er’s expression changed.
This had never happened at the Ancestor Commemoration Ceremony before.
“What’s going on?
Why did the incense stick break?”
“Does this mean the Ancestor doesn’t approve of Yu Nian’er?”
The disciples below the altar broke into a flurry of discussion.
Yu Nian’er couldn’t take the blow.
She looked to Meng Ci’er for help.
“Master, what is going on?”
“Don’t panic.
It’s probably just an issue with the incense,” Meng Ci’er gently reassured her.
“Try offering it again.”
Yu Nian’er nodded, but the hand holding the incense stick wouldn’t stop trembling.
She prayed inwardly, hoping nothing else would go wrong.
Otherwise, she would become the laughingstock of the entire Sect.
She shakily went to place the incense into the censer, but this time, it snapped clean in two before she even got it there!
At the same time, the Copper Sword let out a low, vibrating hum.
Everyone’s expression changed dramatically.
This was the first time they had ever seen the Ancestor’s sword display its power.
[Wei Heyu has joined the fan club.]
The appearance of this name made Yun Fuzhao jump.
[Wei Heyu: Girl, you go offer the incense for me.]
The bullet comments instantly erupted.
[Old Man Wei, you finally decided to show up!]
[Old Man Wei probably couldn’t stand by and watch the Sect he single-handedly founded turn into such a mess.]
[Damn it, I want Little Zhaozhao to offer up some merit incense for me too!]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu has gifted: Seventh grade Rejuvenation Pill x2, Eighth Grade Poison Transformation Pill x1, Ninth Grade Mirror Breaking Pill x1.]
The list of items left Yun Fuzhao’s head spinning.
What was the saying?
‘Beggars can’t be choosers’, and ‘don’t bite the hand that feeds you’.
Without a second thought, she jumped down.
‘Offer incense, right?
I’m an expert at that.
Before every final exam, I’d always go offer incense to the Confucius statue at school.’
Song Ying stopped her.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Yun Fuzhao grinned mischievously.
“To offer incense!”
Song Ying was stunned.
‘Offering incense?
It can’t be what I think it is, can it?’
Up on the altar, Meng Ci’er’s brows were furrowed so deeply you could have pinched a fly between them, while Yu Nian’er’s face was deathly pale.
She could even hear disciples below secretly snickering at her.
The two of them were at a complete loss when, suddenly, they saw a figure vault onto the altar from below.
Recognizing her face, Meng Ci’er’s expression filled with rage.
“Yun Fuzhao!
What are you doing up here?!”
Yun Fuzhao shrugged.
“The Ancestor asked me to offer incense to him.”
The moment she said this, there was a second of silence, followed by a sudden burst of roaring laughter.
“HAHAHA!
It’s the middle of the day, how is she daydreaming already?!”
“Has Yun Fuzhao lost her mind?
How dare she say something so absurd.”
“Even a prodigy like Senior Sister Yu failed.
How does a good-for-nothing like her have the gall?”
Even Song Ying broke into a cold sweat for her, feeling a pang of regret.
“I should have stopped her.”
Yu Nian’er suppressed her inner scorn and advised with false earnestness, “Senior Sister, stop fooling around.
This is no child’s game.”
Meng Ci’er sneered.
“Yun Fuzhao, stop making a scene.
Get the hell down from here, now!”
As he spoke, he raised his hand to throw her off the altar, but the Copper Sword suddenly began to tremble violently, letting out a cry of displeasure.
The crowd assumed that Yun Fuzhao had offended the Ancestor by going up, and that was why he was displeased.
Meng Ci’er’s fury intensified.
He raised a hand to slap Yun Fuzhao, but she dodged it deftly and, in the same motion, planted the incense into the censer with both hands.
Everything fell silent.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the incense stick stood perfectly straight, its smoke curling gracefully into the air.
The incense hadn’t broken.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
Meng Ci’er was utterly shocked, staring at the single stick of incense, speechless.
Yu Nian’er staggered back a step in astonishment, her surprise quickly replaced by endless resentment and jealousy.
She glared at Yun Fuzhao.
‘Why does she always steal the glory that should be mine?
Why?!’
The Copper Sword let out a satisfied hum.
Yun Fuzhao bowed to the Copper Sword once more, then said innocently, “See?
I told you so, but you wouldn’t believe me.”
“No way, how is this Yun Fuzhao so uncanny?
First, the Wuji Sword, and now this offering to the Ancestor.
Could she be the legendary Chosen One?”
“Did you all hear that?
The Ancestor’s sword was clearly expressing its satisfaction just now.”
As Sword Cultivators, they were generally able to perceive the emotions of a treasure sword.
After all that, Yun Fuzhao did a quick flip off the altar without giving the other two a second glance, as if she had only come up to save the situation.
Meng Ci’er was clearly furious with her, but he didn’t dare show it in front of so many disciples.
He could only swallow his anger.
“Master, maybe I am just not worthy.” Yu Nian’er’s eyes turned red.
“From now on, I…
I won’t participate in the Ancestor Commemoration Ceremony anymore…”
“Silly child, what are you talking about?
Yun Fuzhao must have pulled some kind of trick.
I will get to the bottom of this.”
But even as he said it, Meng Ci’er knew perfectly well that he had been supervising the entire ceremony.
What trick could Yun Fuzhao have possibly pulled?
They were just words of comfort for his heartbroken disciple.
Meanwhile, Yun Fuzhao had returned to her spot at the back of the line.
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: Good girl.
You are truly a worthy disciple of my Wuya Sword Sect.]
Yun Fuzhao, not quite used to the praise, scratched her cheek and gave an embarrassed smile.
“Senior Sister Yun, did the Ancestor really ask you to offer the incense?”
Song Ying’s face was full of curiosity.
The other Outer Sect Disciples also crowded closer to eavesdrop.
Yun Fuzhao spun a tale.
“Last night, the Ancestor came to me in a dream and told me to offer the incense.”
The Outer Sect Disciples let out a series of envious “Woooows.”
The Inner Sect Disciples standing in front of them sneered.
“A bunch of small fry.
I don’t know what they’re so excited about.”
“Exactly.
If they have time for that, they should be cultivating.
Otherwise, they’ll be stuck in the Outer Sect for life.”
The Outer Sect Disciples were used to their scorn.
The Sect’s hierarchy was strict; the elixirs and Cultivation Techniques enjoyed by Inner Sect Disciples were far beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.
It was only natural that the inner sect members looked down on everyone else.
The Ancestor Commemoration Ceremony soon ended.
As Yun Fuzhao left, she saw a crowd of Inner Sect Disciples gathered around Yu Nian’er to comfort her.
A classic case of the pampered favorite.
She wasn’t interested, so she left after a single glance.
The one thing on Yun Fuzhao’s mind now was something she had heard from Song Ying: Outer Sect Disciples were always busy.
This busyness included, but was not limited to, cleaning residences for the various Peak Masters, feeding the spirit pets of Direct Disciples, and completing missions from the Merit Hall.
How was she supposed to slack off if she was that busy?
However, she had also heard that the Peak Master of Nourishing Life Peak—the Fifth Elder of the Wuya Sword Sect—was notoriously lazy.
He hadn’t accepted a single disciple in all his years because he was too lazy to teach.
If she became his Direct Disciple, she could slack off whenever she wanted and wouldn’t have to do all those miscellaneous chores.
Suddenly, life was full of hope.
So, the moment Yun Fuzhao got back, she sat down to meditate without another word.
She ran a few Small Circulations, and she finally…
…achieved absolutely nothing.
Was that a joke?
Did anyone really think cultivating with Five Spirit Roots was that easy?
Where you fall is where you lie down.
Yun Fuzhao was tired.
She took out her Beauty Couch and lay down again.
[Hong Ziqing has gifted 10,000 Cultivation points]
Yun Fuzhao watched as the Cultivation points flowed into her Dantian, and she instantly leaped from the Foundation Establishment Stage to Spirit Severing Perfection.
She shot up as if from her deathbed.
[Hong Ziqing: It’s okay, Little Zhaozhao running a few Small Circulations is already super impressive~]
Whoever wanted to suffer the hardships of cultivation could go right ahead.
In any case, Yun Fuzhao didn’t have to anymore.
HEH HEH HEH!