That was a cluster of palaces with jade pillars and white tiles, arranged in an elegant and orderly fashion, floating above the Upper District of Yuzhen City like the Moon Palace in the heavens.
Around it, although there were buildings even taller, they all seemed to encircle and pay homage to it, like stars crowding around the moon.
The grounds of the Spiritual Moon High Sect stretched wide, casting shadows that blocked out all sunlight from the pavilions below, yet without making anyone feel oppressed.
This was because the palace complex itself radiated a gentle spiritual glow, illuminating the surrounding buildings as well as those beneath.
Even higher above the Spiritual Moon High Sect, amidst layers upon layers of cloud and mist, the silhouette of the Xiantai Pavilion could be seen; there were even more structures higher up, but who knew which deities or saints might reside there.
As she flew all the way here, the number of female cultivators around her gradually increased.
Each had their own unique charm: there were curvaceous and mature women, pure and lively maidens, petite and delicate girls, and even young girls with hair tied up in high pigtails—every type was present here.
What made Mu Yanxi uneasy was that they all wore the same general style of Moonwhite Cheongsam—sleeveless with bare shoulders, the hem barely covering the boundary between hip and thigh, slits on both sides nearly reaching the waist, paired with over-the-knee white stockings trimmed with embroidered borders.
Apart from slight differences in the color of the embroidered patterns on the cheongsam, every girl also had accessories reflecting her own style—bracelets, anklets, collars, hairpins, or jade combs in their hair.
This distinctive cheongsam uniform was undeniably beautiful; just looking at it made one’s throat dry and blood rush to the head.
But no matter how Mu Yanxi looked at it, this seemed more like a sect’s uniform.
How could this possibly be the attire of a proper sect?
Then Mu Yanxi suddenly remembered—strictly speaking, Spiritual Moon Palace was not really considered a “proper” sect to begin with, but making all disciples dress like this was still a bit too much; this wasn’t a brothel, after all.
Anxious and uneasy, Mu Yanxi flew to the palace entrance.
Just as she landed and put away her skateboard, a stunningly beautiful female cultivator approached her.
This woman had long pale-golden hair, her white cheongsam embroidered with golden dragon patterns, and on her wrist was a gold chain adorned with a ruby, exuding an aura of nobility.
“You must also be a new Junior Sister, right? This way, please,” the golden-haired female cultivator said with a warm, spring-like smile.
“Uh, Senior Sister, may I ask your name?” Mu Yanxi asked a little nervously, wondering if this might be the famous Miss Nangong.
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. There’s no need for honorifics; my name is Fang Cangming. Welcome, Junior Sister, to Spiritual Moon High Sect.” The golden-haired Senior Sister turned back and spoke, and to Mu Yanxi’s surprise, she seemed a little absent-minded.
“Hello, Senior Sister Fang. This Junior Sister, Mu Yanxi, greets Senior Sister.” Mu Yanxi quickly cupped her hands and bowed.
Come to think of it, she had never joined a sect in her past life; she had been in the Magnificent Truth Sect from birth.
So she really didn’t have much experience now.
“Junior Sister Mu, there’s no need to be so formal. From now on, we’re fellow disciples, and we should all help each other,” Fang Cangming said warmly.
Mu Yanxi let out a sigh of relief.
The first Senior Sister she met seemed very easy to get along with.
She had heard rumors about possible bullying and had thought that Spiritual Moon Sect might be like the Pleasure Faction, with extremely tense internal relationships.
“Ah! Excuse me, please wait a moment! That new Junior Sister over there, please come this way to join the sect,” Fang Cangming called out as she saw another Immortal Vessel landing on the plaza in front of the palace and hurried to greet the newcomer.
Mu Yanxi looked around and understood why this Senior Sister Fang could instantly recognize her as a newcomer: those female cultivators standing in front of the palace without Moonwhite Cheongsams were, eight or nine times out of ten, newly admitted disciples.