As she spoke, Wei Ling reached out her hand toward Mu Yanxi, signaling that she could use her for the demonstration. Mu Yanxi hesitated, as she was completely unfamiliar with the Undying Blade.
‘What if I make a mistake and actually hurt her?’
“Are you worried about what would happen if you really wounded me? Please, don’t worry. I cultivate the Xingtian War Body, so even if a part of my body is severed, I can reattach it. I’ve already cut myself several times,” Wei Ling said.
“She’s right. Besides, even if she loses an arm, the Spiritual Moon Sect can still reattach it. Slice away without worry.” A boisterous voice came from behind.
Mu Yanxi turned to see Teacher Zhao Shuanghua walking onto the stage.
She smiled and said, “Nicely fought. There aren’t many young disciples with such sharp combat awareness as you.”
“You actually thought to leave behind a water shield to deceive her spirit sense, and to defeat a Weapon Cultivator in close combat is truly impressive. Since you won this divine artifact, you should naturally give it a try.”
“Yes, Teacher. Then, Wei Ling, excuse me,” Mu Yanxi said. She poured her spiritual energy into the Undying Blade and swung.
It sliced through Wei Ling’s arm as easily as if it were cutting through cheese, yet the girl didn’t even cry out in pain.
The cut was perfectly smooth. Although the severed blood vessels and bone were visible, no blood flowed out. Wei Ling could even control her severed hand to open and close its grip.
“What’s the principle behind this?” Mu Yanxi looked at the blade in her hand and Wei Ling’s severed arm in wonder. Other than cutting the arm in two, it seemed to have no effect on her body at all.
“Haha, it’s a Medical Cultivator technique, spatial fitting technology. The severed arm is actually still a part of her body. If it were hit or smashed, it would still hurt,” Zhao Shuanghua laughed, pinching the severed arm. Wei Ling let out a soft groan.
“That’s how it works. With the Undying Blade, you can make your own severed hands or even your head fly out to fight.”
“If a parasite or poison enters your body, you can cut yourself open and remove it directly. Are you satisfied?” Wei Ling asked as she pressed her arm back into place. It reattached instantly, leaving not even a scar.
“No problem. I’ll accept this,” Mu Yanxi said with a nod. How could she not be satisfied? This was the most miraculous divine artifact she had ever seen.
Even if she included the divine treasures and ancient treasures from her past life, none of them had such a wondrous function. It was worth studying for a long time.
Shangguan Yun spoke up. “What’s with this ‘you’ and ‘no problem’? Ling’er, you are now Mu Yanxi’s maidservant. There is an order of status. What should you call her?”
Wei Ling’s valiant face flushed red. She opened her mouth, but for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Zhao Shuanghua also nodded.
“Our Spiritual Moon Sect places great importance on status. The hierarchy must never be disrupted. Since you lost the wager and became her maid, you must not neglect proper etiquette.”
As a student of Lingyue Chuzong, Wei Ling naturally knew how much the Spiritual Moon Palace valued hierarchy.
Her face turned pale then flushed again. Finally, she obediently knelt on one knee and gritted her teeth. “Young Miss!”
“Don’t call me Young Miss. I’m not some noble lady,” Mu Yanxi quickly refused. The address gave her goosebumps; she still wasn’t used to feminine titles.
Zhao Shuanghua added, “Is this the attitude and etiquette of a maid meeting her master? Do you think you’re a lieutenant on a battlefield?”
Wei Ling’s expression became even more awkward. She forced herself to adjust her mindset, knelt on both knees this time, and prostrated herself on the ground. “Master!”
“That’s enough, get up,” Mu Yanxi said. She wasn’t used to people kneeling before her.
Although she had reached the status of a Nascent Soul Cultivator in her past life, she had been too young and had no junior disciples in her sect—everyone was of the same generation. Thus, no one had ever knelt to her.
Hearing Mu Yanxi’s words, Wei Ling felt as if she had received a grand pardon. She scrambled up and fled the scene.
Zhao Shuanghua gave Mu Yanxi an appreciative look before drifting away to watch the matches of the other girls.
Mu Yanxi and Shangguan Yun walked off the stage. Mu Yanxi asked, “Yun’er, you allowed her to challenge me on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to get me a handy divine artifact?”
“Why do you think that?” Shangguan Yun asked in return, a playful smile on her face.
‘She was indeed doing it on purpose,’ Mu Yanxi thought to herself.
“Because Wei Ling said that as long as the top ten disciples do not agree to change study partners, no one can be forced to change.”
“The premise of our duel was that you didn’t object. If you had raised an objection, this challenge wouldn’t have happened in the first place,” Mu Yanxi said.
Although Shangguan Yun had told her to stop fooling around, she never once explicitly stated her opposition.
This led Wei Ling to believe that she actually supported her actions but couldn’t say it openly due to family pressure. That was why Wei Ling had been so confident in provoking Mu Yanxi.
“Ling’er was getting a bit too ahead of herself. She’s been on the beast-hunting teams and fought quite a few demonic beasts, so she thought she had few rivals among her peers.”
“She needed someone to give her a small lesson.” Shangguan Yun didn’t directly admit to her indulgence.
“Besides, as you said, even if I suppressed this fight, the other girls’ jealousy toward you wouldn’t disappear.”
“They would look for opportunities to pick on you in various situations. It’s better to prove your strength in public.”
“Ling’er is already among the strongest of those girls. Since you were able to defeat her, the others should quiet down for a while.”
“Weren’t you afraid I’d actually lose to her?” Mu Yanxi asked with a smile. Having won the match and gained a new divine artifact, she was in a good mood.
“Then there would have been no other way. If you couldn’t even beat Ling’er, it would prove that my fiancé was nothing special.”
“Fortunately, Ling’er would make a decent double cultivation partner, so you could have just gone to find your classmate Ruo Xuan,” Shangguan Yun joked back.
Speaking of Ruo Xuan, Mu Yanxi turned her head to look around. She saw Ruo Xuan slumped on the ground of the square, her waist covered in blood.
A drone was releasing a green light to treat her injuries. Mu Yanxi hurried over and asked with concern, “Ruo Xuan! Are you okay? How did you get such a serious injury?”
“I just… challenged my second match and lost. The opponent was ruthless. *cough cough*! You’re also badly hurt. Did you win?” Ruo Xuan asked while clutching her wound.
It was only then that Mu Yanxi realized that to others, she appeared to have severe burns on her skin, but these superficial injuries had actually healed long ago.
“I’m fine. These are just minor injuries, and I won my first match.” Mu Yanxi lightly rubbed her arm, and the burned skin cracked and fell away, revealing skin underneath that was as white and smooth as a baby’s.
This was the source of her confidence in rushing out of the water shield and braving the sea of fire with her bare body.
The greatest advantage of the Spirit Snake Skin-Shedding Bone-Changing Art was not combat or cultivation speed.
Rather, those who practiced this body forging cultivation method possessed extremely strong regenerative abilities.
Even if the skin and bone were separated, they could heal themselves, and they could even regrow limbs, much like a spirit snake shedding its skin.
“Congratulations, Yanxi. Unfortunately, I might… have to stop here. These injuries won’t heal in a short time. I won’t be able to enter the elite class,” Ruo Xuan said, lowering her head as tears fell.