She remembered! It was that damned soul entity in the storage ring that had persuaded her to do this!
That soul entity had misled her, telling her that clearing damaged meridians was extremely difficult, and it would be better to break them and rebuild them. Blinded by hatred, she had naturally believed it and foolishly acted on it!
The Duanxu Pill could not only regenerate severed limbs but also had the effect of clearing meridians! Why had she taken such a roundabout and painful path instead?
Thinking this, Jun Mo Yao became even more determined to eliminate the soul entity in the storage ring as soon as possible in this life.
Seeing her disciple’s suddenly darkening expression, Ming Jia thought she had said something wrong. “I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush. You should understand the principle that haste makes waste, right?”
Jun Mo Yao remained silent, lowering her head to eat.
Ming Jia suddenly felt a bit melancholy.
This disciple was truly hard to handle! She really wasn’t cut out to be a master.
Her disciple could barely manage to use spiritual energy to protect herself, but Ming Jia wasn’t someone completely detached from the mortal world either.
Watching Ming Jia take her to the evening market at the foot of the mountain to buy daily necessities, Jun Mo Yao’s eyes flickered slightly.
In both her past and present lives, it seemed no one had ever cared for her the way True Lord Mingxia did. It was a pity she couldn’t be her good disciple.
Ming Jia haggled skillfully with the vendors. As a poor sword cultivator, she was long accustomed to the hardships of life, stretching every spirit stone as far as it could go.
At the foot of the mountain, Ming Jia seemed more genuine and relaxed, no different from those mortals without spiritual energy.
Jun Mo Yao thought that if she were still the former prodigy, she might have sincerely become Ming Jia’s disciple.
After the two finished shopping, Ming Jia suddenly slapped her forehead. As a master, she really ought to get her disciple a storage pouch!
Although she wasn’t particularly wealthy herself, she couldn’t let her disciple suffer.
Counting the spirit stones in her storage pouch, Ming Jia led Jun Mo Yao to Treasure Pavilion with a pained expression.
“Disciple, it’s best to choose Treasure Pavilion for shopping in the future. It’s an establishment of the Star-Picking Sect, one of the Three Sects and Three Schools in the Xiu Zhen Realm, so at least there’s some guarantee.” As she spoke, Ming Jia seemed to remember something and her expression darkened. “It’s best not to trust other Xiu Shi easily—you could easily be deceived!”
The Xiu Zhen Realm had six major sects known as the Three Sects and Three Schools. The Three Sects referred to: Taishang Sect, Haoyi Sect, and Wuxiang Sect. The Three Schools referred to the Buddhist School, Hehuan Sect, and Star-Picking Sect.
As the former young lady of the Jun Family, a prominent cultivation family, Jun Mo Yao naturally knew this common knowledge.
Ming Jia was truly poor. She had her eye on a storage pouch for Jun Mo Yao that was within her means and began her haggling tactics.
The Treasure Pavilion clerk, seeing the sword on Ming Jia’s back, knew he had met his match today.
As everyone knew, equal to a sword cultivator’s strength were their poverty and their sharp tongues.
This was supposed to be a normal transaction, but there were always those who liked to make their presence known.
“Tsk~ If you can’t afford it, don’t waste time here!”
Everyone turned to look and saw a male cultivator with a harsh face but adorned in dazzling, luxurious attire, looking down on Ming Jia with disdain.
“Jun Mo Yao, since leaving the Jun Family, you’ve fallen to such a state? Tsk, how about I give you a chance? Kneel and beg me, become my foot-licking maid, and I might reward you with a storage pouch.”
Hearing Jun Mo Yao’s name, everyone suddenly recalled the recent incident of the Jun Family prodigy having her spiritual root damaged and being expelled from the family.
At first, they all thought it was just hearsay, but then they saw the person in question.
Moreover, seeing Jun Mo Yao’s cultivation level—not even at the Qi Refining stage—made it clear this was not baseless rumor.
Jun Mo Yao stared at the newcomer, the killing intent in her eyes no longer concealed.
When she was still the eldest daughter of the Jun Family, Wang Hu had been diligently pursuing her. However, she was already betrothed and had little interest in matters of the heart, so she repeatedly rejected him.
Who would have thought that as soon as she fell into misfortune, Wang Hu would be so eager to kick her while she was down.
“What’s this? Still thinking of attacking me? How dare you!” Wang Hu blustered, with two Nascent Soul Stage Xiu Shi standing protectively by his side. “Don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Letting you serve as my foot-washing maid is me showing you face!”
His eyes were filled with glee.
Wang Hu was a Transcender who had been reborn as an infant. Originally, his cultivation talent was extremely poor. With an adult’s soul in a child’s body, he thought that since his own aptitude was lacking, he would latch onto someone powerful.
He had read many novels where the male protagonist, by taking a proud daughter of heaven into his household, could gain the woman’s influence.
Thus, he set his sights on Jun Mo Yao.
Originally, he planned to use persistence or even drugging to force the issue and become the ultimate live-in son-in-law. But Jun Mo Yao was like a stone in a latrine—stubborn and unyielding—causing him repeated humiliation. How could he not hold a grudge!
Now, having just won over the daughter of a sect elder, he had two late-stage Nascent Soul bodyguards by his side, making him feel immensely proud.
As for Ming Jia, who was with Jun Mo Yao, the bodyguards said she was merely a mid-stage Nascent Soul Xiu Shi—nothing to fear.
Humiliated to this extent, how could Jun Mo Yao remain unmoved?
She took a deep breath and looked at Ming Jia. “Master, may I borrow your sword?”
Without even a weapon to rely on, Wang Hu’s contempt for Jun Mo Yao grew even stronger.
Ming Jia watched Wang Hu with interest, as if pondering something. Hearing Jun Mo Yao’s words, she shook her head and smiled.
“No need to use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken.”
Ming Jia turned directly to the Treasure Pavilion attendant, her eyes filled with lazy amusement. “This nuisance is ruining my shopping mood. Aren’t you going to do something about it?”
The Treasure Pavilion attendant twitched his mouth but did not refute Ming Jia. Instead, he gave a meaningful glance toward a certain direction.
Instantly, a crushing pressure descended upon Wang Hu and his two companions.
This… this was Spirit Severing stage pressure!
The faces of Wang Hu and his group turned as pale as gold paper.
“Gentlemen, the Treasure Pavilion strictly prohibits provocation and troublemaking. Please leave!”
The attendant still wore a welcoming smile, but the intent to see them out was unmistakable.
Wang Hu looked unwilling, but just as he was about to say something, the two Xiu Shi beside him pulled him away, and they left the Treasure Pavilion.
Jun Mo Yao watched Wang Hu’s retreating figure, the coldness in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest. In her heart, she felt even more frustrated with Ming Jia’s seemingly soft approach.
In her eyes, a sword cultivator was like a world-shattering blade—direct in speech and swift in settling grievances. Although Ming Jia’s choice was wise, it still felt somewhat weak.
Indeed, she still needed to go out and gain experience. She was a sword drawn from its sheath, not a delicate blade displayed on a high pedestal.
“Here, it’s for you.” Ming Jia patted Jun Mo Yao’s fluffy head and handed her the Storage Pouch she had just bargained for.
Jun Mo Yao sighed softly and muttered her thanks.
Ming Jia smiled and pinched Jun Mo Yao’s delicate little cheek. “My good disciple, frowning like that won’t make you look pretty.”
Jun Mo Yao softly hummed in acknowledgment.
“Alright, alright. How about your master asks the sect leader to give you a treasured sword tomorrow?” Ming Jia said leisurely. “Learn from your master—don’t be someone who holds grudges.”