“A sect-suppressing immortal treasure? It belongs to Lingyue High Sect, right? Why would a sect’s suppressing treasure be placed in a branch?” Mu Yanxi asked.
That distant glazed immortal pavilion was indeed majestic, overflowing with colorful lights, giving Mu Yanxi the impression that it was at least a spiritual treasure, but far from reaching the level of an immortal treasure—it was more like an immortal artifact.
“No, it’s from Lingyue Palace. The main body of this immortal treasure is kept in Lingyue Palace itself, and all the subordinate branch schools and companies under Lingyue Palace have a replica.”
“But all the replicas are connected to the immortal treasure’s main body,” Shangguan Yun explained.
“So, if some emergency happens, this Fragrant Pavilion can borrow immortal power from the main body?” Mu Yanxi asked curiously. If that was the case, it would be quite impressive.
“It should be possible, but I’ve heard from some senior sisters that the true purpose of these Fragrant Pavilions is to accumulate power for the immortal treasure’s main body while providing benefits to outstanding disciples.”
“The Fragrant Pavilion has been getting stronger and stronger over time.” Shangguan Yun stopped speaking aloud and switched to transmitting her voice directly to Mu Yanxi.
Clearly, matters involving the sect-suppressing treasure couldn’t be discussed openly.
“You mean the Fragrant Pavilion absorbs the disciples’ power?” Mu Yanxi also transmitted her voice in response.
Siphoning off a portion of the disciples’ mana sounded rather unethical, but it was an unspoken and accepted practice in the cultivation world.
After all, skimming a bit of mana was far better than the demonic way’s methods of refining corpses, extracting souls, and turning them into Ten Thousand Soul Banners.
“It’s not quite like that. The Fragrant Pavilion is quite miraculous—the promotion speed during dual cultivation inside is very fast. You’ll understand once you experience it.”
“Anyway, I have a quota for dual cultivating in the Fragrant Pavilion too,” Shangguan Yun transmitted with a smile.
Sure enough, anything connected to Lingyue Palace couldn’t escape ties to dual cultivation.
The name Fragrant Pavilion didn’t sound very proper to begin with, and adding the suspicion of siphoning disciples’ mana, Mu Yanxi had formed a very poor impression right from the start. It was best not to go inside if possible.
At this point, the new disciples had gradually landed on the designated square.
The square was about a li long and wide on each side, with patterns of luan and phoenix carved into the ground, and a coiling dragon white jade pillar at each of the four corners.
Mu Yanxi noticed that the luan and phoenix reliefs on the ground were incomplete, bearing some knife scars and sword wounds, as well as cracks from immense force.
Many of the marks even retained faint traces of unusual spiritual energy fluctuations, clearly remnants from past sparring sessions.
But even just standing on the square, Mu Yanxi could sense that the materials forming this platform were extremely hard, protected by wards. Ordinary magical treasures couldn’t possibly leave such marks.
These were probably left behind when teachers demonstrated sparring, Mu Yanxi guessed. Even for third-year senior sisters, she found it hard to imagine them leaving traces like this on the square.
The newly admitted female disciples chattered away on the square, many of them friends who had only met yesterday, while some girls had been fellow disciples back in Lingyue Junior Sect. A few girls even specifically bowed and saluted Shangguan Yun.
Mu Yanxi also spotted her other four roommates. Yu Qiuyu and Bai Ting were standing together, while Lei Mulan and Hai Lingxue were standing quite far apart—it was hard to tell if their relationship was good or bad.
After a while longer, a woman dressed in a plain white ancient-style gown flew over on a massive wine gourd. She lay sideways on the gourd, one leg crossed over the other, revealing her thick, fleshy thighs.
Her gown was loosely tied at the waist with a silk sash, the front plackets nearly open to her belly, and her sleeves had slipped down from her shoulders.
It was this very immodestly dressed woman who, riding the wine gourd, flew to the airspace above the square, descended with her jade feet touching the ground, and said drunkenly, “I’m your Dao law teacher, and also the homeroom teacher for the elite class—Zhao Shuanghua.”
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