“What exactly is a ‘key class’?”
Mu Yanxi had her Immortal Brain quickly check the Dao Net. In simple terms: it refers to disciples who are specially selected for focused cultivation — those the sect believes have great potential in the future. They receive significantly more resources.
This concept felt quite familiar to Mu Yanxi. In her previous life, it was basically the same as “inner sect true disciples”.
Among the inner disciples, those who were expected to have a good chance of reaching Core Formation, Nascent Soul, or even Spirit Transformation would receive heavily tilted resources and focused nurturing.
But back then, such decisions were usually made through discussion among the elders or by directly taking someone as a personal disciple. It seemed that in this world, the system had become much more formalized and institutionalized.
“Thank you, Senior Sister, for the encouragement,” Mu Yanxi said modestly. Her androgynously beautiful face looked especially obedient and well-behaved when she acted humble like this.
The registering senior sister smiled and handed Mu Yanxi a neatly packaged short qipao-style robe. “Change into this in the changing room over there. Also, here’s this — the Bell Moon Ring. It’s the proof of your sect identity. Remember to keep it on you.”
Mu Yanxi’s face instantly collapsed. She really, really didn’t want to wear this short qipao. It was way too erotic/seductive. But there was no choice — joining a sect almost always meant wearing the uniform. No exceptions.
And on top of that, there was this golden ring embedded with red gemstones — a magical artifact. When Mu Yanxi picked it up and examined it, she was shocked.
Good heavens… this was actually a Sixth-Grade magical artifact! In her previous life, that would have been considered top-tier, peak-grade equipment!
The question was… how was she supposed to wear it? Mu Yanxi instinctively wanted to just store it in her terminal ring, but then she noticed several girls who had directly advanced from Bell Moon Sect.
They were casually wearing their Bell Moon Rings around their necks, on their upper arms, or even on their thighs.
“Oh, right,” the senior sister added, “the Bell Moon Ring also functions as a terminal. The higher sect will send class schedules, missions, announcements, etc. through it. Remember to keep it close to your body. Unless you’re bathing, try not to take it off, so you won’t miss important information.”
Mu Yanxi glanced at the other girls. Somehow, wearing it around the neck or on the thigh gave off a strange, suggestive feeling. After much internal struggle, she finally — and very reluctantly — decided to wear it on her wrist.
As a Sixth-Grade artifact, the Bell Moon Ring could automatically adjust its size to fit the wearing position perfectly, so it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
Still… Mu Yanxi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Even wearing it on the arm only slightly reduced that weird sensation.
Then, holding the clothes, she walked into the changing room. The moment she stepped inside, she was instantly blinded by a sea of fair skin. Startled, she quickly lowered her head.
There were… no individual cubicles at all. All the girls were just changing openly in the same space. Most of these brand-new disciples still retained some sense of shame.
They tried to cover their bodies with one hand while awkwardly attempting to undress with the other — yet this very posture of shy concealment actually made them appear even more alluring.
Mu Yanxi froze at the entrance for a moment. A girl behind her patted her shoulder and said: “Hurry up and go in, don’t block the way. You’ll get used to this sight sooner or later.”
Mu Yanxi turned around and saw that the speaker was one of the direct advancement disciples wearing a moon-white short qipao.
Even these Bell Moon Sect straight-through disciples had to change from their silver-white kylin-patterned robes into the higher sect’s red butterfly-patterned uniform.
But these senior girls were clearly very experienced. They undressed with complete naturalness — some of their movements while taking off clothes even looked as graceful and pleasing as a dance.
Moreover, Mu Yanxi couldn’t help but notice: Most of them were wearing thongs. Some had hollowed-out lace panties, others wore high-cut styles or garter-strap panties. In short — extremely minimal fabric.
Compared to the underwear from her previous life that tried to cover as much of the thigh as possible, even after putting on the short qipao, because of the high side slits, basically no underwear fabric could be seen at all.
It looked almost as if they weren’t wearing any — or at most, just thin straps that could be tugged off with a single pull.