After leaving Feng Yue and her cronies behind, Feng Xianyue returned to the secluded cave she had discovered earlier.
For the first time since entering the secret realm, she could finally breathe.
No enemies, no scheming sect members, no watching eyes.
Just her…
the space, and Yueling.
She didn’t hesitate before activating the space stone and disappearing from the physical world.
The space was the same as always.
The field of spirit grasses glistened with a healthy glow, making Feng Xianyue smile.
Today she wasn’t here to cultivate—she just wanted to eat and rest.
She pulled out ingredients she’d gathered over the past month—spirit herbs, beast meat, rice from the sect’s storehouses.
Things she’d collected quietly, almost unconsciously, as if preparing for this exact moment.
She prepared a scrumptious meal for herself carefully.
Though eating was not compulsory since cultivation had long made it unnecessary, Feng Xianyue had missed the pleasure of a delicious meal.
She had always enjoyed good food, even in her previous world.
The rice was cooked to perfection.
The meat was seasoned with wild herbs she’d found near the sect.
A simple vegetable stir-fry, fragrant and colorful.
If only she had wine to complement her meal.
Coming from a modern world, it was only natural for her to enjoy good food and wine, unlike the people of this world, who failed to understand the blessing of a satisfying meal.
Once they began cultivating, they abandoned one of life’s greatest pleasures.
It might be because the path of cultivation requires one to cut off worldly desires, but Feng Xianyue wasn’t willing to do the same.
As long as it wouldn’t interfere with her cultivation, what was the point of depriving herself?
Furthermore, it was the only time she could get lost in the memories of her grandmother.
After she prepared the meal, she scooped a bowl and placed it opposite her.
Then she smiled at the empty space.
“Grandmother,” she whispered.
“I made your favorite.”
In her mind, she could see her grandmother’s wrinkled face, her sharp eyes, her warm smile.
She could almost hear her voice: “Xianyue, you’ve finally learned to cook properly.
Took you long enough.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
She wiped it away quickly.
Back in the village, her grandmother always prepared the food and took care of her.
Now it was her turn to take care of her family by cherishing the beautiful memories they had.
Too bad there was no wine, Feng Xianyue lamented.
Old Madam Feng had always loved her evening cup of rice wine, always sipping it slowly while watching the sunset.
“A meal without wine is like a song without music,” Old Madam Feng used to say.
Feng Xianyue had been too young—or so her grandmother thought—to drink.
She remembered sneaking a taste when her grandmother wasn’t looking, only to be caught and scolded.
Old Madam Feng, believing Feng Xianyue was just a young fifteen-year-old girl, forbade her from drinking until she was of age.
However, no matter how obedient she was to her grandmother, it was always hard for her to resist the temptation.
A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips, remembering those days.
She only now realised that she had been a bit mischievous.
After this, she had to find some time to brew some wine, preferably a medicinal one.
Though she had no prior talent in making wine, she believed that with her alchemy skill, it wouldn’t be much trouble for her.
“I felt the aura of mother’s sword somewhere in the secret realm.”
Feng Yueling’s voice cut through her reverie.
Feng Xianyue looked up from her empty bowl.
The little dragon was perched on the edge of the table, his tail wrapped around his tiny claws.
“Why are you just telling me now?” She set down her chopsticks with a soft click, her voice carefully controlled.
“Everything happened too fast, and it skipped my mind,” the little dumpling said.
Sighing, Feng Xianyue asked, “Is the sword important to us?”
“Hmm, from my memories, Mother possessed a divine sword, and it seems to contain some remnant of her powers.
So to cultivators, it is a heaven-defying treasure.
And if it lands in the wrong hands…”
“Wait…
The Moon Misty Ruins is a mid-tier secret realm.
How could such a powerful sword be here?”
Upon hearing the question, Feng Yueling’s shoulders drooped, his eyes flickering with sadness.
“Because she was injured and simultaneously chased.
Mother hid in the cave, and fearing she would be found because of the sword aura, she sent the divine sword to a secret realm.”
Her heart clenched at the image—a wounded mother, desperate to protect her child, sending away the last piece of her power.
She reached out and rubbed his head gently.
“We’ll find it,” she said, noticing his sad countenance.
A divine sword, hmm…
Feng Xianyue became deep in thought.
For the little dumpling’s sake, she wouldn’t want the last connection to his mother to end up in someone else’s hands.
Furthermore, having a divine sword was worth the effort.
She knew it wasn’t easy to possess one in a cultivation world.
However, one nagging question kept bugging Feng Xianyue: the little dragon’s mother died centuries ago—why had the sword only appeared now?
Unable to arrive at the answer, she asked the little dumpling, hoping it was part of his inherited memories.
“It must have been asleep all this time…
but awakened after you inherited the space stone.
I want to come with you,” he insisted, puffing up his tiny chest.
“It’s my mother’s sword.
I should be there when you find it.”
Feng Xianyue nodded slowly.
After processing all the new information that was not in the book, she came to the conclusion that this chain of events must have been caused by her arrival in this world. This chapter is updated first at NovelPing.
Then all the sects sending powerful disciples to a mid-tier secret realm was not a coincidence…
it finally made sense.
Though she couldn’t sense the sword aura, cultivators stronger than her could probably feel it.
And if she was to retrieve the sword, wouldn’t she be entering a den of monsters?
She could already sense them—the predators lurking in the sword ruins.
Not just cultivators.
The mountain itself had become a hunting ground, and the divine sword was the bait.
Feng Xianyue felt conflicted.
She stared at her hands—the same hands that had just prepared a meal for her grandmother’s memory.
The same hands that might not be strong enough to protect Yueling’s last connection.
Clenching her fist, she decided: since she had not been able to advance in her cultivation for days now, this was a perfect opportunity to challenge herself.
If something unfortunate happened, she had the space.
She just hoped she didn’t meet anyone capable of controlling space.
She thought of the unknown cultivator who had saved her.
Of the way he existed outside the rules of the world.
If anyone could sense her here, could track her, would it be someone like him?
She pushed the thought away.
Focus.
The Blackstone Mountain had been an ordinary peak covered in forest and cliffs.
Then the divine sword buried deep within the mountain awakened.
It was said that on the night of its awakening, an overwhelming pillar of sword light pierced the sky, forcibly creating rifts to different parts of the world.
Only powerful cultivators and old monsters felt the otherworldly power.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t enter a mid-tier secret realm and could only wait for the realm to naturally open and send their disciples to claim the sword.
Since then, the mountain had changed beyond recognition.
Unfortunately, no one could tell the difference.
The vast cracks spread across its slopes as though an invisible blade had cleaved the earth seemed natural to the cultivators stepping into the mountain.
Ancient trees that had stood for centuries were sliced cleanly in half, while the entire cliffs bore smooth scars left by stray strands of sword qi.
The mountain’s spiritual energy no longer flowed naturally.
Instead, it surged towards the awakened sword like rivers returning to the sea.
Dense sword intent permeated the air, causing every cultivator who entered the area to feel a prickling sensation against their skin.
After leaving the space, Feng Xianyue had Yueling direct her to where the sword aura was coming from.
As she got near the location, she saw more and more cultivators heading in the same direction.
The mountain had become a sword ruin.
In just a month since the divine sword awakened, the sword qi it emanated had attracted thousands of swords to the mountain.
Cultivators from every sect flocked to the mountain, some hoping to comprehend the sword Dao from the lingering aura of the divine sword, while others hoped to claim it as their own.
No one noticed the unremarkable-looking Feng Xianyue in blue robes as she stepped into the sword ruins.
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