Just the non-essence parts of these medicinal herbs were enough for Mu Yanxi to absorb and digest for a long time; she didn’t need to eat any lunch. Before the sword dao class, she still had time to take a short walk nearby.
The interior of the Spiritual Moon Sect could be described as a garden of birds and flowers, with pleasant scenery.
The elders of the sect had specially used divine abilities to move several peaks here, then planted lush immortal trees and spiritual flowers on them, and added some colorful deer, cranes, and other small animals, making the interior of the Spiritual Moon Sect look like a paradise on earth.
Although it was an artificial paradise, combined with the spiritual medicine additives in the air, taking a stroll within the sect was indeed refreshing, allowing Mu Yanxi to relax a bit from the tension caused by her cultivation.
When she walked into a secluded grove, Mu Yanxi suddenly heard the sound of punching and shouting, as if someone was practicing martial arts here.
‘To train so diligently even during break—truly single-minded in pursuit of the Dao.’
Mu Yanxi instinctively walked toward the direction of the practice, wanting to see who was there and what they were training.
But after taking a few steps closer, Mu Yanxi felt she had stepped on something. Looking closely, her foot seemed to have stepped on a syringe. Mu Yanxi looked down and saw it was an empty syringe.
This syringe was clearly not the same kind she used in martial arts class.
The syringes Teacher Wei Dai gave them had labels printed with various usage instructions, dosages, precautions, side effects, and also noted that they were still clinical trial products.
But the syringe under her foot had no such printed label—just a piece of paper stuck on it, with something scribbled casually in pen:
“Tiger Bone Enhancing Potion.”
‘Could this be the discarded practice potion?’
Mu Yanxi immediately recalled what she had seen and heard in the bathhouse last night.
She instinctively used her spirit sense to probe that area, and sure enough, the grove was surging with blood energy—a sign that a body-tempering potion had been injected.
The difference was that this time there was also a trace of demonic qi. Cultivating with demonic qi was very dangerous; she didn’t know if the demonic qi from the demonic beast materials used as medicinal ingredients hadn’t been fully refined away.
Mu Yanxi instinctively stored the syringe bottle into her Terminal Ring, then pretended she was just passing by this small mountain. The person inside seemed very focused on training and didn’t notice anyone passing by.
Then she took out her gliding board and flew up to observe from midair. Since there were many disciples flying around in the Spiritual Moon Sect, as long as Mu Yanxi stayed far enough away, she wouldn’t attract attention.
The mountain peak was lush and green, making it hard to see the person inside. Mu Yanxi circled halfway around before catching sight of the person in the grove from one angle.
The other party was wearing a second-year qipao uniform, with dark blue short hair, different from the features of the two girls who had traded yesterday.
‘I didn’t expect the use of these privately sold body-tempering potions within the sect to have become so rampant.’
But Mu Yanxi remembered what Shangguan Yun had said—don’t provoke them, and don’t touch this kind of body-tempering potion.
The problem was that Mu Yanxi had instinctively stuffed that empty syringe bottle into her Terminal Ring. If that girl finished training and remembered she had dropped the syringe on the ground, then came back to look for it, she would find it missing.
And Mu Yanxi couldn’t go back at this point. If she walked back to the mountain peak and was detected by spirit sense, it would directly expose that she had taken the bottle.
Now she could only leave the area immediately and let her search for it.
Mu Yanxi returned to the sword dao class location with some unease, waiting for the lesson to begin.
Finally, afternoon arrived. The other female disciples flew over to the platform one after another, and soon Shangguan Yun also came.
Mu Yanxi told Shangguan Yun about this. Shangguan Yun’s advice was still the same as before: don’t get involved, but don’t touch it either. Find a chance to destroy the syringe bottle, and don’t let anyone find it on you.
Only then did Mu Yanxi remember that when she witnessed the transaction yesterday, one of the girls had said she didn’t dare carry these banned potions on her, or if discovered, she would be severely punished, at least “blooming her buttocks” (getting spanked).
It seemed that just carrying the syringe bottle on her was dangerous enough. She had to find a chance to dispose of it, and without being seen.
After a while longer, a woman dressed in black tight-fitting clothes with a face as cold as frost flew over on a sword.
The flying sword under her feet crackled with purple-gold lightning, looking extremely impressive and exuding elegance and nobility.
Soon, she landed on the platform, and the purple-gold blade disappeared. What remained in her hand was only the hilt of a broken sword, but even just the hilt emanated a powerful aura.
‘A spiritual treasure?’
Mu Yanxi looked at the remnant sword that was only a hilt. If the blade were complete, it would have been a very powerful spiritual treasure. Even though it was now incomplete, its power was still not to be underestimated.
“My name is Beiming Shuang, and I am your sword dao teacher. As you can see, I am a sword cultivator. I also graduated from the Spiritual Moon Sect, so I am your senior sister. Whether or not you want to become sword cultivators, learning more about the sword dao is never wrong.”
The woman said crisply and cleanly.
“As expected of a sword cultivator from the Spiritual Moon Palace; her aura really is like an immortal sword.”
Yu Qiuyu let out an admiring voice, her eyes full of longing.
Mu Yanxi also felt that Teacher Beiming Shuang’s aura was extremely sharp; just standing in front of her made one feel a piercing sharpness, as if a sharp sword was pointing at one’s throat—clearly a formidable sword cultivator.
At the same time, she looked at Yu Qiuyu. She also carried a long sword on her back, which was usually a trait of sword cultivators. Many sword cultivators would nurture their swords close to their bodies rather than storing them in storage magical artifacts.
Plus, she had also joined the Sword Dao Club, so Mu Yanxi asked:
“Do you also want to become a sword cultivator?”
Yu Qiuyu smiled and replied:
“I haven’t fully decided yet, but it’s a good choice.”
Just as the sword dao class was beginning, there was also a group of disciples on the other side of the platform—second-year senior sisters, apparently having a body-tempering class, not far from here.
“All of you, come up and get a White Edge Sword. Of course, those who already have swords don’t need to take one; just use the one you’re most familiar with.”
Beiming Shuang brought out an entire box of standard flying swords. Come to think of it, Mu Yanxi hadn’t held a sword since her transmigration, so she also went up to get one.
The box contained identical flying swords, all exactly the same. The style was a somewhat heavy Han sword, and all were seven-grade artifacts.
Since they were all identical, there was nothing to choose. Mu Yanxi simply took one and, imitating the other disciples, performed a series of sword flourishes. It felt quite comfortable in her hand.
After receiving their swords, all the disciples formed a square formation holding their swords. Nearly half of the disciples had their own flying swords; the rest held White Edge Swords, which looked neat enough.
Beiming Shuang herself also picked up a White Edge Sword and began to demonstrate the sword movements while explaining.
What she taught the disciples was a sword technique called “Lingyue Sword Art.”
What surprised Mu Yanxi was that this Lingyue Sword Art seemed to be a genuine sword dao cultivation method.
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