Even after returning to Chijian Peak, Jun Mo Yao did not speak another word to Ming Jia.
It was clear that Jun Mo Yao was truly angry.
Without experiencing others’ suffering, do not urge them to be kind.
When Ming Jia told her not to hold grudges, she knew that her master not only held opposing beliefs but was also a spineless, overly kind person.
She could not remain calm and smiling when others bullied her to the point of humiliation.
It was no wonder that Ming Jia was the only person on Chijian Peak. A sword cultivator without backbone probably could no longer wield a sword.
That night, Jun Mo Yao slept very restlessly. In her dreams, she first relived the perilous escapes from death in her previous life, then saw the ferocious face of the soul entity in the storage ring, and finally Ming Jia smilingly telling her to let go of hatred and focus on kindness.
The result of poor sleep was that Jun Mo Yao woke up past the time for morning classes.
In the Taishang Sect, disciples who had not reached foundation establishment had to attend morning classes together at the sect academy. Disciples who could not ride swords were transported by their Peak Masters or senior disciples using magical instruments.
Unfortunately, Ming Jia had never taken disciples before, and Chijian Peak lacked spirit stone-powered magical instruments. No one sent Jun Mo Yao to morning classes.
Jun Mo Yao herself did not particularly wish to attend morning classes either. After being reborn, she remembered all her cultivation methods clearly but was hindered by her damaged spiritual root.
By midday, Ming Jia leisurely woke up, having long forgotten about morning classes, and directly took Jun Mo Yao to Sect Leader Peak.
Xuan Ji, seeing Ming Jia’s flushed face and obviously cheerful mood, felt a pang of unease. Due to Jun Mo Yao’s presence, he did not say much.
“Disciple Jun Mo Yao pays respects to the Sect Leader!”
“Good child, this is my greeting gift for you.” Xuan Ji was Ming Jia’s uncle and generous to Jun Mo Yao, giving her some spirit stones and spiritual treasures.
“Ming Jia, you must diligently teach Mo Yao.” Xuan Ji warned Ming Jia, having also noticed Jun Mo Yao’s issues. “In a few days, the Qinglan Secret Realm will open. Take Mo Yao there to seek opportunities.”
Upon hearing this, Jun Mo Yao, who was bowing her head, flashed a glimmer of light in her eyes.
In her previous life, the spiritual treasure that repaired her spiritual root was found in this Qinglan Secret Realm. In that life, she narrowly survived; if Ming Jia helped her this time, success would be almost certain.
“Qinglan Secret Realm?” Unexpectedly, Ming Jia’s eyes also brightened. “No cultivation level restrictions?”
Xuan Ji’s face darkened. “You better be steady. Remember, you are now a master.”
“I didn’t say I would do anything…” Ming Jia muttered, but Xuan Ji, familiar with her, already felt uneasy.
Xuan Ji looked at her, opened his mouth, and finally gave up, saying to Jun Mo Yao, “Mo Yao, your master… please bear with her…”
The unspoken implications in his words gave Jun Mo Yao an inexplicable sense of unease.
Perhaps feeling somewhat sorry for Jun Mo Yao, Xuan Ji performed a spell.
A flash of deep blue light appeared, and a sharp, spiritual energy-shimmering spiritual sword manifested before Jun Mo Yao.
“This sword is named Zhanyuan. Mo Yao, I hope you soar like a dragon from the depths and become renowned across the realms.”
As Zhanyuan Sword appeared, Jun Mo Yao’s mind was captivated and awe-struck by it. Finally, her face showed joy appropriate for her age.
“Mo Yao deeply thanks the Sect Leader!”
Ming Jia, watching Jun Mo Yao’s genuine delight, also revealed a sincere smile in her eyes.
On the open ground of Chijian Peak, Jun Mo Yao practiced slashing with her left-hand sword, fine beads of sweat already glistening on her forehead. Yet her movements remained far from ideal, and the frown that had tightened her brow since she began practicing showed no sign of easing.
Ming Jia rested her chin in her hand, watching her from beneath the shade of a tree.
Cultivation families indeed possessed some foundation. From Jun Mo Yao’s fundamentals, it was clear that the Cultivation Method she had previously practiced consisted of highly aggressive techniques.
“Good disciple, take a break. It’s the hottest time of the day now. Come have a cup of tea and rest.”
Ever since returning from Sect Leader Peak, Jun Mo Yao had been practicing with her sword. The new Zhanyuan Sword clearly wasn’t cooperating smoothly with her.
Hearing Ming Jia’s voice, a flicker of coldness passed over Jun Mo Yao’s face, but she still sheathed her sword stance. She knew she was currently in a phase where nothing seemed to align, and no amount of practice would help her adapt.
After all, since childhood, she had rigorously trained in the Jun Family sword techniques, her body almost conditioned to react instinctively. Now, as she practiced left-hand swordplay, the subconscious reflexes of the Jun Family techniques were almost entirely contradictory. In her previous life, she had never used a left-hand sword, always guided by that soul entity to seek spiritual herbs to heal her right hand.
Seeing Jun Mo Yao approach, Ming Jia put on no airs, simply pouring her a cup of tea and handing it to her with a gentle smile.
As the delicate fragrance of the tea wafted up, Jun Mo Yao’s restless mood seemed to settle.
Ming Jia understood how to enjoy life. Beneath this tree, the entire scenery of Chijian Peak was laid out before them. The gentle breeze carried the scent of spiritual herbs from neighboring Wenyao Peak, while the simple, ancient tea set and chairs evoked a warmth that made one want to close their eyes and rest.
But such peaceful days did not belong to Jun Mo Yao.
She had been reborn with vengeance in her heart! She would reclaim the Jun Family, eliminate the soul entity that sought to seize her body, and make those who had insulted, belittled, and harmed her pay the price!
At this thought, the gaze she cast upon the Zhanyuan Sword grew fierce and resolute.
No! She had no time to waste. She had to achieve the fastest and best results!
“…Good disciple, when it comes to sword practice, the most important thing is to avoid impatience and arrogance. You should understand this principle.” How could Ming Jia fail to see Jun Mo Yao’s current state of mind?
Jun Mo Yao knew this principle all too well! But no one could understand her burning desire to grow stronger.
“I know all of that! But I can’t wait!”
Perhaps her emotions had reached their peak, or perhaps it was something else, but Jun Mo Yao lost her composure and snapped at Ming Jia in a low voice.
The next second, she realized she shouldn’t have spoken to Ming Jia like that, but the words of apology stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
“Ah…”
A soft sigh.
Jun Mo Yao stared at the tea on the table, unwilling to lift her head, her body stiff and tense.
Suddenly, a slightly cool hand rested on her head, gently ruffling her hair.
“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. If the sky falls, your master will hold it up.” Ming Jia’s usually lazy voice was unusually earnest. “Children only need to raise problems. Solving them is the job of adults.”
Jun Mo Yao abruptly looked up, her heart stirred by an indescribable emotion.
Ever since she could remember, everyone around her had demanded strict discipline. As the young lady of the Jun Family, she had to excel, to be stronger than everyone else.
Her parents had never shown her leniency, and her friends treated her with deference. She had thought everyone lived with such rigor.
But that wasn’t the case.
After her younger sister was born, she finally witnessed her parents’ tenderness and affection—the kind of indulgence she could never hope for in her lifetime. The elders who were strict with her were gentle and amiable toward her sister, and the friends who kept their distance from her played and laughed with her sister.
She told herself that she was the eldest daughter of the Jun Family, bearing the responsibility of protecting the clan, and could not be capricious. Yet, in the end, she was merely an ordinary person.
In her previous life, after leaving the Jun Family, she wandered aimlessly, facing life and death. She once believed that the soul entity within the storage ring was her only warmth, but it was all just her foolish self-delusion.