The divine treasures, abilities, Daoist techniques, and martial arts each have their own corresponding countermeasures, but instead, they follow a completely intricate path.
Every palm strike has dozens of variations and corresponding responses, so there are a great many moves.
In Mu Yanxi’s mind, Wei Dai also split into dozens of figures, demonstrating various techniques, all crammed into her brain all at once.
Unlike the simple and profound nature of broadcast calisthenics—where the greatest truth is the simplest—flower moon palm takes the completely opposite, elaborate route.
Mu Yanxi quickly learned the many changes of the flower moon palm, gradually grasping its essence, including the moves and the meridian paths for circulating energy.
But soon she discovered that this flower moon palm was very similar to the phantom moon palm that Shangguan Yun used.
It felt like the two palm techniques were a progression: the flower moon palm was the beginner level, and the phantom moon palm was a higher-tier technique.
If both were martial skills of the Spiritual Moon Palace, that made sense. There might be even higher-level palm techniques above the phantom moon palm.
After finishing one sequence of the flower moon palm, Teacher Wei Dai slowly withdrew his stance, then slowed down and demonstrated each move again.
This time, he added verbal explanations of the mana circulation paths and the changes in the techniques.
At this point, Mu Yanxi no longer needed to listen. She had already fully mastered the first layer of the flower moon palm—she had entered its threshold.
Her immortal brain continued to deduce, and she would soon learn the second layer.
But as Mu Yanxi looked around at the other female disciples, she noticed their states were generally strange.
Many of them suddenly started panting, their eyes somewhat unfocused, as if they were not feeling well.
Seeing this, Wei Dai stopped his demonstration and said, “Let’s end the lesson here. If you feel unwell, it’s because you overdid the body tempering just now. Rest a bit, or go to the infirmary. If you have any questions about the flower moon palm, you can come ask me.”
Many female disciples walked up to Wei Dai, but not to ask about the flower moon palm.
Some came to fawn over him, offering to help the teacher clean up or serve him after class.
More disciples came to ask if he could sell them a few more doses of the injection.
They still wanted to take that injection after class? That didn’t seem right.
Mu Yanxi was puzzled when she suddenly felt a wave of weakness. Her blood energy was receding, and her concentration, which had been sharp, began to scatter.
Moreover, her body instinctively craved the state she had just been in—that state of full blood energy and focused mind.
Now she felt like she had just been in a fierce magical duel, even her mana feeling depleted.
Then she understood why those girls had suddenly started gasping, lost their breath, and became distracted during the lesson—the medicine had worn off.
Most of the girls had taken their injections before Mu Yanxi, so the effect wore off for them even faster.
So if they wanted to return to that state, the answer was clear: take another injection.
With just one more dose, they could return to that peak state.
The contrast was very obvious, even though it had been buffered. The broadcast calisthenics had already slowed their pulse and blood energy, otherwise the contrast would have been even stronger.
Thus, many female disciples went over to Teacher Wei Dai and asked if they could buy more doses to continue cultivating with the medicine after class.
One dose is bliss, and constant dosing is constant bliss.
Just then, Shangguan Yun placed a hand on Mu Yanxi’s shoulder and said, “Don’t try to buy more doses. Taking two injections in class is already your limit.”
“If you increase the dosage, it will cause serious damage to your body. Even though the negative feedback from two shots should be strong, what you need now is to hold on—do not rely on the injections.”
“I never planned to buy more,” Mu Yanxi said, turning her head.
From the start, she had felt that the injection seemed a bit dangerous, so she had been resistant. The withdrawal symptoms were bearable.
Mu Yanxi looked back at Shangguan Yun. She had taken three injections earlier, and the effect should have worn off by now.
Logically, the negative feedback should be even stronger, but she showed no sign of weakening—she had simply returned to normal.
Concerned, Mu Yanxi asked, “But you—three injections—are you really okay?”
“I have a higher cultivation realm and stronger physical constitution. I can actually handle more than three doses, but I’ve always deliberately controlled myself not to consume too much medicine, to avoid leaving lasting problems,” Shangguan Yun said, looking at Mu Yanxi with some surprise.
She knew very well that this was probably Mu Yanxi’s first time receiving an injection, otherwise she wouldn’t have been unsure how to administer it herself, and she had taken two shots in a row.
But after the medicine wore off, she was surprisingly normal, only a slight weakening of her aura.
When Shangguan Yun had used injections for the first time back in the day, her reaction after the effect faded was much stronger than Mu Yanxi’s.
Of course, Shangguan Yun didn’t know that Mu Yanxi’s first dose had actually been completely absorbed by her immortal brain, so she had effectively only taken one shot.
Plus, the spirit snake skin-shedding bone-changing art was a high-level body tempering technique that could transform the body, and the female immortal bathing method could absorb liquid energy, which meant the side effects of the second shot on Mu Yanxi were also much less severe.
Compared to the other girls who were taking injections for the first time, her reaction was much milder.
On the other side, Wei Dai sternly refused to provide more injections to these girls and made it clear that the medicine could only be used during class under a teacher’s supervision.
Then he gave the girls who wanted the injections some small, apricot-yellow pills.
“What’s this?” the female disciples asked, looking at the apricot-yellow pills. “Is it also a body tempering medicine?”
“No, it’s a sunflower pulse protection tablet. Hold it in your mouth to prevent the side effects of the injection and make you feel more comfortable. Five tablets for one spirit stone,” Wei Dai said.
As soon as they heard it wasn’t a body tempering medicine, many girls immediately turned and left without interest.
But the pills weren’t expensive, so some girls took out one spirit stone—or half a spirit stone—and bought a few tablets to suck on.
The medicine did effectively relieve their weakened state. Many girls felt relieved after taking it, and their scattered focus improved.
Shangguan Yun also bought a box of sunflower pulse protection tablets and gave one to each of her roommates. Mu Yanxi held one in her mouth and felt much better.
“In the future, when you use injections for body tempering, you should take one of these to prevent side effects.”
“Alright, next is Dao technique class. Today they’ll definitely teach the sect’s basic cultivation method, the lingyue art. You must learn it well,” Shangguan Yun reminded, leading the group to fly toward another platform.
In this square, many more girls were dispersing. They were part of the disciples who hadn’t made it into the elite class and had been having a lesson here earlier.
Mu Yanxi could sense a slight change in their aura—they were becoming more like those senior sisters. Clearly, they had just been learning the lingyue art.
And the teacher for the Dao technique class remained in the square, holding a gourd and sipping wine. It was the elite class’s preferred teacher, Zhao Shuanghua.