In her previous life, Jun Mo Yao was betrayed by her own younger sister from the same parents, her spiritual root was damaged, she was expelled from her family, and suffered the humiliation of having her engagement broken off.
As a rogue cultivator with no one to rely on, relying on her fearless determination, she risked life and limb in secret realms seeking spiritual treasures to repair her spiritual root.
But the repaired spiritual root was still insufficient. After nearly being killed for her treasures, she fell off a cliff and picked up a storage ring, which actually housed the soul of a powerful expert.
That expert took pity on her, taught her cultivation, and even helped her find a cultivation heart sutra.
She did not disappoint the expert’s expectations, her realm rose again and again, becoming a Unity-level great cultivator before reaching a hundred years old. During this time, she also successfully reclaimed everything that should have been hers.
Just as she was preparing to enter seclusion to break through to the next realm, the expert in the storage ring suddenly revealed his vicious nature, preparing to seize her body!
What was even more laughable was that despite being at the same Unity cultivation level, she was actually unable to resist him!
Only when she perished together with that soul entity did she realize that she was merely a body carefully cultivated by the soul entity, who had intended to seize her from the very beginning. However, what belonged to Jun Mo Yao, even if destroyed, would never be given to anyone else!
She thought she would surely scatter into nothingness, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself back on the day she was kicked out of the Jun Family.
Her younger sister wore a malicious smile, snuggling up to her former fiancé. The fiancé threw the engagement termination letter onto her face with a look of disgust.
Having experienced this humiliation in her previous life, her heart was still filled with resentment. In this life, she would take back everything she had lost!
With the experience from her past life, she could avoid many detours.
In her previous life, as a rogue cultivator, she had risked life and limb to sneak into the secret realm containing the spiritual treasure to repair her spiritual root. In this life, she wanted to enter the secret realm as a sect disciple to seize the spiritual treasure more quickly and safely.
Thinking of this, Jun Mo Yao clenched the fist at her side.
In her previous life, she had heard of True Lord Mingxia of Chijian Peak in the Taishang Sect, and vaguely remembered that True Lord Mingxia’s first disciple was accepted on the Heart-Questioning Steps.
Rumors said True Lord Mingxia had a lazy temperament, only took one disciple in her lifetime, and even that disciple was left to fend for themselves. Chijian Peak also had very few people. It was exactly the environment she needed now, so she came to the Taishang Sect.
As for True Lord Mingxia’s disciple from her previous life, Jun Mo Yao silently said ‘sorry’ in her heart. Once she could cultivate again, she would bring him to Chijian Peak and restore his identity as True Lord Mingxia’s disciple.
Meanwhile, that unlucky fellow whom Jun Mo Yao had knocked out and secretly sent away suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing the ancient-style buildings on the street and the cultivators gracefully riding swords through the sky, his vision went dark.
“My dear system father! Where on earth have you sent me!”
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As the Golden Crow sank in the west, Mingxia finally stretched contentedly and rose from her bed.
What delicious dishes did the Meal Hall make today? Was there the spicy pork ladder she had been craving…
Thinking this, Mingxia directly summoned her Bright Moon Sword, ready to go eat.
Flying through the air, she felt like she had forgotten something.
It wasn’t until Sect Leader Xuan Ji sent her a talisman, asking when she would bring her disciple to the main hall for him to see, that she suddenly woke up.
She seemed to have, sort of, just accepted a disciple!
Making a sharp turn, Mingxia hurried back to Chijian Peak.
Chijian Peak, with its unchanging four seasons, suddenly had an additional faint, different glow.
After putting on the bamboo-green robe of a personal disciple, Jun Mo Yao resembled an unyielding emerald bamboo even more.
Chijian Peak had no Sweeping and Cleaning Disciples, and the Disciple Pavilion had long been covered in dust. Due to her damaged spiritual root, Jun Mo Yao was unable to use spiritual energy; even the simplest cleaning technique was beyond her capability. She could only resort to the most ordinary method—fetching water and scrubbing bit by bit.
When Ming Jia saw that the rags Jun Mo Yao used were actually torn pieces from her old servant attire, she finally felt a twinge of guilt as a master.
“Ahem… Disciple, your master has been a bit careless. Come, let me take you to eat!”
Before Jun Mo Yao could react, Ming Jia once again took her away on a Sword Riding.
Jun Mo Yao didn’t blame Ming Jia, though. Even before becoming Ming Jia’s disciple, she had already known her temperament.
Moreover, after repairing her spiritual root and resuming cultivation, she was certain to leave the Taishang Sect. The more distant their relationship, the better.
Without cultivation, Jun Mo Yao naturally couldn’t practice grain avoidance. If Ming Jia hadn’t taken her to eat, she would have planned to hunt some game on Chijian Peak to fill her stomach. After all, the distance from Chijian Peak to the Meal Hall wasn’t something she could cover on foot.
However, Jun Mo Yao hadn’t expected that Ming Jia, despite being at the Nascent Soul Stage, still hadn’t practiced grain avoidance and seemed to have a strong craving for food.
“So this is the new personal disciple the True Lord took in? Truly a remarkable talent!”
The disciple in the Meal Hall spoke with great familiarity toward Ming Jia, and their gaze toward Jun Mo Yao was filled with respect and warmth.
Ming Jia nodded with a smile, showing no airs at all. “Yes! From now on, you must take good care of my beloved disciple and nourish her well—she’s too thin!”
“Honestly, who would have thought Ming Jia would ever care for someone else!”
The speaker was Zhu Hong, the steward of the Meal Hall, a fellow food cultivator also at the Nascent Soul Stage. He and Ming Jia were disciples from the same cohort and got along exceptionally well.
“Mo Yao, girl, this is your uncle’s greeting gift. Don’t let your master steal it—she loves this dish the most!”
In a flash, Zhu Hong handed Jun Mo Yao a plate of spiritual food that was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
At first glance, Jun Mo Yao’s heart shook!
This was actually a dish made from Heaven-Mending Fruit!
Although the Heaven-Mending Fruit couldn’t repair her spiritual root, it could prevent her dissipating spiritual energy from leaking further, temporarily storing it in her meridians for her to use.
It could be said that the Heaven-Mending Fruit was the most suitable top-grade spiritual fruit for her at this stage.
“Thank you, Uncle!”
Ming Jia pouted—she had no habit of snatching food from her disciple.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhu Hong, the master and disciple began to feast heartily.
“…Disciple, what weapon did you use before?”
Ming Jia could naturally tell that Jun Mo Yao had been at the foundation establishment stage before her spiritual root was damaged. As a sword cultivator herself, Ming Jia wondered whether her disciple didn’t use a sword—if so, she would have to find her a specialized teacher.
Jun Mo Yao subtly withdrew her right hand. From her palm to her wrist, there had once been a penetrating wound. Although the Elixir Ming Jia gave her had healed the external injury, the severed meridians told her she could no longer wield a sword with her right hand.
“I was a sword cultivator before, but my right hand is useless now.”
Even so, her voice remained calm.
In her previous life, in order to wield a sword again, she had risked life and limb to gather spiritual herbs and refine a continuity restoration pill. Gritting her teeth, she severed her right arm and used the pill to regrow it. It took a long time to reconnect her meridians before she could wield a sword with her right hand once more.
Ming Jia looked at her with a strange expression. “Then just switch to holding the sword with your left hand, and find a way to restore your right hand later.”
As if struck by thunder, Jun Mo Yao stared at Ming Jia with slightly parted lips.
That’s right! She could use the left-hand sword! Why did she have to sever her arm in her previous life?!