Ming Jia continued to gaze at her gently, her eyes filled with a tolerance Jun Mo Yao had never experienced before.
“The path of cultivation never achieves success overnight. Your previous foundation was in the right-hand sword. If you want to practice the left-hand sword, the first thing you must do is forget all the right-hand sword techniques you’ve learned before.”
Jun Mo Yao understood this point, but the subconscious reactions of her body had persisted for two lifetimes, ingrained to the bone.
“Mo Yao, are you willing to start from scratch?”
Jun Mo Yao looked into Ming Jia’s eyes and saw that she wasn’t joking with her.
Start from scratch? She wasn’t afraid of that, but she had never heard of anyone, in her past or present life, who had the ability to reset bodily habits to zero.
“Are you willing?”
Ming Jia patiently asked again.
She had never been a patient person; her master and fellow disciples used to say she was impulsive. But now she had grown up, become a master herself, and she also had a disciple to guide and protect.
Jun Mo Yao’s gaze was firm.
“I am willing!” Her words were resolute.
Ming Jia’s eyes flickered slightly, her lips still carrying that lazy, indifferent smile. Yet, for some reason, Jun Mo Yao saw through it a strength that made her feel awe, both in her past and present life.
Ming Jia raised her hand, her slender fingers not forming any seal, just lightly and casually pointing.
Instantly, something within Jun Mo Yao’s body felt sealed.
She clenched her hand but didn’t sense anything unusual.
Ming Jia yawned, seeming somewhat drowsy.
“Watch carefully, I’ll teach you one move first.”
After speaking, Ming Jia casually picked up a light, flimsy branch and playfully thrust it forward.
Just a single thrust, yet Jun Mo Yao widened her eyes, as if entering some mysterious state.
Why? Such a simple thrust made it impossible for her to evade, showing no flaws whatsoever…
“…Too sleepy, remember to call me when it’s time to eat…”
Ming Jia drifted away.
Almost instinctively, Jun Mo Yao picked up the Zhanyuan Sword and imitated Ming Jia’s movement. She thought she would still feel the same awkwardness and obstruction as before, but unexpectedly!
Jun Mo Yao stared in shock at her left hand.
She… she actually couldn’t use the sword anymore!
She clearly remembered all sword techniques in her mind, but her body felt like a novice who had never held a sword!
Ming Jia…
Jun Mo Yao looked toward the direction Ming Jia had left, the astonishment in her eyes lingering for a long time.
That seemingly ordinary thrust from Ming Jia kept Jun Mo Yao practicing until the Qinglan Secret Realm opened.
On the Taishang Sect’s Spirit Ship, Jun Mo Yao met the other Peak Masters of the sect for the first time.
The highest limit for entering the Qinglan Secret Realm was the Nascent Soul Stage. Among the Peak Masters, the highest cultivation level was True Lord Duan Yi from Forge Peak, who had reached the Spirit Severing stage. He didn’t come for this secret realm, only appearing briefly when boarding the Spirit Ship.
The other two Peak Masters: Peak Master Yao Wujiu from Wenyao Peak seemed to have some friction with Ming Jia. After boarding the Spirit Ship, he took his disciples to another side.
Peak Master Zheng Qian from Array-Breaking Peak was a stern, unsmiling person, but his chief disciple was a baby-faced youth named Mo Yan.
Ming Jia reached out and pinched Mo Yan’s cheek, breaking the serious demeanor he had painstakingly maintained.
“True Lord, please don’t tease your disciple!”
“Don’t learn that stubbornness from your master; being cheerful is much more fun!” Ming Jia openly criticized Zheng Qian right in front of him.
Zheng Qian wasn’t angry, but instead looked seriously and formally at Jun Mo Yao. “Your master is often unreliable. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can come to Array-Breaking Peak and ask me.” As he spoke, he generously gave Jun Mo Yao several high-level talismans.
Jun Mo Yao glanced at Ming Jia, seeing that she didn’t refuse, then accepted them and thanked him.
“Ming Jia, after returning from the secret realm, remember to send your disciple to the sect academy for classes.”
Zheng Qian reminded her.
Ming Jia, this novice master, finally realized—she had completely forgotten about attending the academy!
“Perhaps I could take Junior Sister Jun to the academy from now on. Our Array-Breaking Peak’s magical instruments pass by Chijian Peak anyway.” As the chief disciple of Array-Breaking Peak, Mo Yan had always been responsible for escorting junior disciples to the academy.
Zheng Qian nodded. “That’s fine. Although you were once the eldest daughter of the Jun Family, the knowledge from the sect academy will still benefit you.”
“Hey hey! At least I’m Mo Yao’s master. You two deciding like this makes me lose face, okay!” Ming Jia pretended to be angry.
“Do you plan to spend money on a magical instrument?” Zheng Qian’s serious face showed a strange expression.
Ming Jia immediately looked at Jun Mo Yao. “Good disciple, I trust Mo Yan to take you.”
Buying a magical instrument was impossible—a sword cultivator couldn’t afford that!
Most other disciples of the Taishang Sect knew a bit about Jun Mo Yao’s situation, and there were quite a few openly or covertly observing her. Those disciples who initially had some interest or intention to befriend her, upon seeing her pitiful cultivation level, stopped in their tracks.
The Xiu Zhen Realm was ultimately a world where strength was revered.
Jun Mo Yao also enjoyed the peace. At the corner of the deck, she continued diligently practicing her left-hand sword, as if she hadn’t left Chijian Peak at all.
But this tranquility didn’t last long. When all the Peak Masters went to the inner chambers to rest, trouble came knocking for Jun Mo Yao.
A talisman fiercely attacked Jun Mo Yao. She instinctively sidestepped to defend, and the talisman struck the deck railing, exploding into a blackened patch.
Jun Mo Yao’s gaze sharpened as she looked toward the newcomers.
These two wore Wenyao Peak disciple robes, their eyes filled with resentment as they stared at Jun Mo Yao. “Jun Mo Yao! It’s you who caused my sister to be expelled from the sect!”
“Why waste words with her? She’s just a waste. Let’s teach her a lesson directly!”
As they spoke, the two directly charged forward with their swords!
Jun Mo Yao wasn’t helpless either. Two lifetimes of experience were enough to predict their attacks. With multiple precise dodges, the two couldn’t do anything to her.
“Who are you?”
She didn’t remember knowing these two, let alone their sister.
The female cultivator grew even more furious. “What are you pretending! Isn’t it you and your master who bullied my sister! Ming Jia, relying on her high cultivation, oppresses those below! Are you satisfied? My sister was directly expelled by the Enforcement Hall!”
Jun Mo Yao suddenly recalled the three Outer Sect Disciples who bullied her on the day she schemed to become Ming Jia’s disciple.
She indeed schemed to occupy the position of Ming Jia’s disciple from her previous life, but the three Outer Sect Disciples bullying her was also a fact. How did it become her and Ming Jia bullying the weak?
“You and your waste master are equally disgusting! Both bullying the weak and fearing the strong!” the female cultivator shouted.
Upon hearing this, Jun Mo Yao, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped. She raised her sword and, with a backhanded motion, stabbed at the flaw in the female cultivator’s defense.
The female cultivator instantly recoiled in pain, and the male cultivator beside her immediately drew out a talisman, aiming it at Jun Mo Yao’s back.
Jun Mo Yao couldn’t retract her momentum and was caught by the male cultivator’s move. With a fierce resolve, she turned and forcefully kicked the male cultivator, causing him to stagger backward repeatedly.
However, the talisman did not explode but instead drifted lightly to the ground.