Emperor Ziwei?

Fang Yu really had no impression at all.

He could only look at Xie Daoyun, who was visibly upset, with a bewildered expression.

Considering Xie Daoyun's normally unyielding character, the fact that even she was angered showed just how far the actions of Emperor Ziwei had crossed the line.

"Are you saying... Nangong Ziwei was my... partner back then?" Fang Yu delicately chose the word "partner."

Xie Daoyun nodded and said,

"That's correct! That's all I can tell you for now... When the Dragon Emperor finds the Nine Great Memory Fragments, you will know everything."

"You could just tell me now," Fang Yu said, fixing his gaze on Xie Daoyun.

Xie Daoyun's expression grew troubled as she replied, "Your Majesty's current strength has reached the level of an Earth Rank Cultivator. With the Ancient Battle Techniques the Dragon Emperor excels in, you can defeat Great Heavenly Position practitioners and even rival those of the Xuantian Rank. But..."

She paused, then continued, "But defeating someone of the Supreme Heavenly Rank... seems unlikely. If Daoyun tells you too much, it will only disrupt Your Majesty's judgment. Moreover, there are many things that not only Your Majesty cannot remember clearly; Daoyun also has fuzzy memories, and if any information is incorrect, there could be irreversible consequences..."

Hearing this,

Fang Yu nodded.

Her words were not without reason.

With his current strength, pushing to the Octave, he could battle against a Xuantian Rank adversary. Of course, this was only if he exerted all his Primordial strength. The Earth Rank was, after all, still just the Earth Rank, and he needed to continue striving for improvement. Likewise, Xie Daoyun needed to seek progression.

It took her a thousand years to recover back to the Great Heavenly Position. The Supreme Heavenly Rank was still far away. What she lacked was not Cultivation Methods, skills, or battle experience. What she lacked was Spiritual Energy and the right environment...

With these thoughts,

Fang Yu said, "Alright... You're now at Great Heavenly Position strength. After entering the Secret Realm, you can extend your activity range to five hundred meters around you. With every increase in cultivation going forward, you can extend by one thousand meters... Remember, do not take any risks."

Xie Daoyun showed a look of gratitude and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor."

After she spoke,

Fang Yu waved to a nearby Hidden Dragon guard and said, "You, come here."

"Son-in-law, please give your instructions."

"Send Ice Woman back to Jin City in Ze State."

"Yes!"

After Xie Daoyun left,

Members of the Ye Family one by one walked out from the villa.

Ye Xingkong, Zhong Long, Zhong Hu, and others knew that Xie Daoyun had come to help the Ye Family temporarily, so they didn't find it strange. But Ye Wenjun looked utterly dejected.

Although she hadn't spent much time with Xie Daoyun, she felt that Xie Daoyun had given her tremendous help.

Moreover, their similarities made Ye Wenjun feel that Xie Daoyun wasn't someone from a thousand years ago, but rather like her sister.

"Let's go inside."

After speaking, Fang Yu ignored them and entered the villa.

Inside the hall,

Shangguan Linghui was diligently sweeping the floor, the tables, the chairs... steadily cleaning.

Fang Yu merely glanced at her indifferently, without a shred of sympathy.

This was her punishment.

It was also a way to temper her character.

Following closely, the Ye Family members one by one entered the hall.

Suddenly—

Shangguan Linghui collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, a nearby maid said coldly, "Get up quickly, the work isn't done yet, and you're already down?"

Shangguan Linghui was simply too exhausted, drenched in sweat, her complexion pale, as if she hadn't eaten for days.

"I'm sorry, I'm just too tired."

The maid continued to scold, "You're not some precious miss anymore; you're just a maid for our young miss. Such a little work, and you buckle. Useless."

Just then—

Fang Yu said, "Shangguan Linghui, come to the guest room on the second floor."

Said this, he went upstairs.

Everyone was taken aback.

Fang Yu's intentions were unfathomable.

Shangguan Linghui's brows furrowed slightly, also unsure of why Fang Yu had summoned her, but she still went upstairs.

Ye Xingkong looked towards the second floor, reminding, "Wenjun, keep a close eye on your man."

"Hmm?"

"What 'hmm'? I told you to keep a careful watch on your man," Ye Xingkong said with a frown.

Seeing Ye Wenjun's clueless and innocent expression, Zhong Long chuckled beside them, "What Xing Kong means is for you to watch Fang Yu, to prevent him from sneaking any treats."

Ye Wenjun was taken aback, her pretty face flushing red.

Truthfully, she didn't like to manage such messy affairs, nor was she the type to strictly control others.

That sort of person sounded like a nagging housekeeper.

Seeing her still in a daze, Ye Xingkong spoke, "What are you standing around for? Go on up."

"This..."

Ye Wenjun was at a loss for words.

Urged by her family, Ye Wenjun finally went upstairs.

The guest room was unlocked.

Just as she approached the door, she heard Fang Yu's voice from inside—

"Come in."

Ye Wenjun was startled and pushed the door open.

...

Inside the guest room.

Fang Yu sat in a chair, Shangguan Linghui stood, her face weary and restrained.

"Your cultivation has been crippled for nearly a week... If you delay further, you might never regain your strength," Fang Yu said indifferently.

Upon hearing this,

Shangguan Linghui showed a look of sorrow.

"I know... but I don't have any choices."

Fang Yu smiled and said, "Now, I'm giving you a choice. It depends on whether you dare to choose..."

At this,

Shangguan Linghui's face was full of confusion.

Not just her, Ye Wenjun was also puzzled by Fang Yu's words.

"It's simple. I can help you restore your cultivation... In exchange, you would need to become Ye Wenjun's Sword Slave."

Sword Slave?

Hearing this new term, she was utterly bewildered. Despite being the precious heiress of the Luli Sect, she had never heard of a 'Sword Slave'.

"Sword Slave refers to the servant of a sword... A Sword Slave doesn't need to serve anyone, doesn't need to sweep the floor, wipe tables, or look at anyone else's face... They just need to do one thing well: take care of their master's sword."

Hearing this,

Shangguan Linghui furrowed her brows tightly and said, "You said before that I just needed to be Miss Ye's maid, and now you ask me to be a slave! A warrior can be killed but not disgraced—"

"What's the rush?"

Fang Yu rolled his eyes and said, "The Sword Slave is merely the servant of a sword. Which part of that is demeaning? Are you misunderstanding something? Besides... being a Sword Slave is a relaxing job. If I help you regain your strength, you can train in whatever you want, just like Ye Wenjun... Don't you want to be respected by others like Ye Wenjun?"

Shangguan Linghui fell silent.

To say she didn't want to restore her former strength would be a lie.

During this period, she had endured all the hardships and suffered all the pain... but she never knew when it would end.

"Of course, being a Sword Slave has great advantages, but it also brings disadvantages—" Fang Yu continued.

"What do you mean?"

"If you become a Sword Slave, then you must stand united with your master against the outside world... Any betrayal or disloyalty would affect the sword's spirituality," Fang Yu explained.

"Sword's spirituality?"

Shangguan Linghui and Ye Wenjun both paused in shock.

A weapon was just a weapon—could it really possess spirituality?

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