Chapter 9: Submission I have no interest in you at all.
Tianyan Sect is located at the eastern end of the continent. As one of the three major sects along with Wuding Sect in the south and Taixu Sect in the Central Plains, it occupies the most precious mountain range in the east.
As described in the atlas, the mountains here are rolling, with peaks nestled in between, and rich in spiritual energy. It is easiest to feel the essence of the heaven, earth, sun, and moon, and has nurtured many natural terrain advantages suitable for cultivators to practice.
Especially the Fu Ri Peak where the leader Qi Yuanbai and his disciples are located is the most superior.
Almost every individual residence in Guizang Hall has some special features.
For example, in Chu Ye's Xizhao Pavilion, there is a thunder-eliminating stone formation that can block some of the thunder tribulations for cultivators, and in Song Xinghe's Shanmingju there is a thousand-year-old cold pond.
This can probably be considered as the extra privilege that the master's direct disciple can get.
Mu Fuyun suddenly felt that the senior who asked her to get this set of "Tian Yan Tu Jian" might not be useful to her at all, but was pointing her in the right direction.
If he is really a powerful person who has lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years, he must know all of this very well, and there is no reason for him to read such a book.
In addition to being grateful, she began to think about how to get Song Xinghe to join the team.
In fact, there is no need to put in too much effort, this silly child has already come to the door on his own.
She put away the illustrated book spread out in front of her, took out the jade token of communication, and passed a message to Song Xinghe.
"If you want to know something, just ask directly. Why beat around the bush?"
Before the jade token was put down, a faint light appeared on it. It was Song Xinghe's reply.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Mu Fuyun glanced at the words on the jade token and could almost imagine Song Xinghe's furious and flat denial after being exposed for secretly sending people to inquire about her.
She did not rush to reply, but put down the jade token and began to meditate and regulate her breathing, trying to let the spiritual power flow through her meridians.
The spiritual power was still stagnant as it passed through the winding meridians, but compared to before, it had a slightly stronger feeling.
It can be seen that the results of her practice during this period have become more and more obvious. I believe that the next time she goes to Xizhao Pavilion, she will be able to break through the early stage of Qi Refining that has been stagnant for four years.
Mu Fuyun slowly opened his eyes only after the spiritual energy had completed a small cycle in his body.
The jade token placed aside still had a faint light on it. She took a look at it, and the expected smile flashed in her eyes.
It was still Song Xinghe who spoke, and about half an incense stick of time had passed since his last sentence.
"Don't think too much. I have no interest in you at all."
"I just want to know what the hell you're up to that made Senior Brother make an exception and allow you to join the outer sect class."
Mu Fuyun thought for a moment and replied, "Three days later, you can go to Xizhao Pavilion and ask your senior brother Chu in person."
After spreading this message, she put away the jade token and paid no more attention to it.
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On the other side, Song Xinghe in Shanming Residence was not in the mood to meditate, but was pacing back and forth in the room holding the jade token.
The little Taoist boy stood behind the pillar outside the house, looking at him timidly, not daring to say a word.
"Okay, okay, go down, tomorrow——"
Song Xinghe waved his hand, signaling the little Taoist boy to go down. He was just about to tell him to continue paying attention to Mu Fuyun's movements tomorrow, just like he did a few days ago, and especially to pay attention to whether there were any shameful secrets between her and Chu Ye. But when he lowered his head and saw the jade token in his hand was motionless, he felt annoyed again.
The little Taoist boy hugged the pillar, straightened his chest, and waited for his instructions with bated breath.
Song Xinghe raised his hand in the air and froze for a moment before finally dropping it abruptly. He said a little disappointedly, "Forget it. I don't need to go tomorrow."
The little Taoist boy had just learned that he had been discovered by Mu Fuyun and was feeling a little sad. But now that he knew that he would not have to do bad things tomorrow, he felt relieved and ran away happily.
Song Xinghe was left alone in the room, holding the jade token with a restless heart.
He originally only regretted that he couldn't hold back and took the initiative to admit that he had sent someone to inquire about Mu Fuyun's news. However, after seeing what she just said in reply, he couldn't help but doubt, could it be that the eldest brother really had a secret with her?
Right now, he really wanted to fly directly to the thatched cottage where she lived and warn her in person not to play tricks or have any evil thoughts that she shouldn't have.
If it weren't for her senior sister's sake, someone like her would not have the qualifications to set foot in Tianyan Sect, let alone enter the outer sect.
But he didn't want her to see him getting angry at all.
"Do you think everyone is as idle as you? Who has time to stare at you every day?" He thought about it and passed on these two sentences.
As soon as I passed the message, I regretted it and waited anxiously for the other party's response.
But a quarter of an hour passed, then two quarters of an hour, then half an hour passed, and the jade token lit up again and again, but none of the messages came from her.
Song Xinghe's patience ran out. He threw the jade token onto the couch, picked up the Baihong Sword, and went to the yard to practice swordplay.
But in less than half an hour, the yard that had been cleaned clean was filled with broken leaves and bamboo branches.
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In the next two days, Mu Fuyun attended classes and practiced sword skills with the students in Class A as usual.
As the examination approaches, most instructors no longer lecture all the time, but instead leave plenty of time for their disciples to comprehend on their own.
Mu Fuyun happened to spend all this time reading ancient books.
She read as fast as ever, turning the pages one by one, and could finish a book in just half the time it took others.
When ordinary people read a book, they always have to read it several times and ponder it over and over again before they can understand the profound meaning.
But after she finished flipping through the book, she put it aside and never touched it again.
In the eyes of others, she just swallowed the book without understanding the key points of the classics, so it was a waste of time to read it.
Even Xu Huaiyan sometimes couldn't help but doubt whether she had really read the contents of the book.
Fortunately, she didn't just read in silence all the time. After class, she would occasionally ask him one or two questions from the book they had just read.
As he patiently answered her questions, he finally felt relieved. She should be able to pass the upcoming written test.
What is more worrying is her swordsmanship.
When practicing sword skills freely, Mu Fuyun still practiced sword moves alone by the bamboo forest.
During this period of time, she has found the key to every move of Fengban Liuyun Sword by observing the fighting moves of other disciples and practicing it herself.
Naturally, no one wanted to fight with her.
She was only at the early stages of Qi Refining, and there was no one else like her in Class A. This crushing level of strength meant that no matter how well-trained her moves were, she would be completely overwhelmed by her sheer strength, leaving her powerless to fight back.
If many people were curious about her true level on the first day, after getting along with her for a while, they gradually made up their minds about her - just like the rumors said, she was a complete fool with no talent for cultivating immortals.
No one wants to waste time on her anymore.
Only Xu Huaiyan would ask her a few more questions. However, Mu Fuyun always replied with words like "don't worry", which made him unsure whether to believe it or not.
He always felt that Mu Fuyun was smarter than everyone imagined, but after all, his foundation was weak. Without years of practice, it would be difficult for him to surpass others in just a few months.
He had always remembered the detail she mentioned that day about the thirteenth move of the Fengban Liuyun Sword, that the sword tip was tilted to the right. He made some changes with the mentality of giving it a try, and for the time being he could feel some special changes.
Until this day, he decided to give it a try in a duel.
While Instructor Wu was taking the Class A disciples to the sword arena to practice swordplay, he took the initiative to challenge Zhou Su and defeated him in half an incense stick of time.
Zhou Su didn't take it seriously. He bowed to him and jumped off the stage.
The two were originally equally strong, and in the past few fights, they had won and lost half of them. The result of one fight did not mean anything.
But Xu Huaiyan truly felt that he won after using the thirteenth move of Fengban Liuyun Sword against Zhou Su's fifth move of Xuanjian. It was the slight deviation of the sword tip that gave him a slight advantage, which allowed him to win narrowly in the next move.
He stood on the stage, looked down at the sword in his hand, looked up at the edge of the bamboo forest, and was about to show an excited smile to Mu Fuyu, but suddenly found that she was fighting with Zhan Yao.
It was called a confrontation, but in fact it was a one-sided crushing.
Zhan Yao's strength was much stronger than Mu Fuyun's. She didn't even need to think about her moves. She just released her spiritual power directly, suppressing Mu Fuyun so much that his limbs became sluggish and he couldn't respond.
In just four moves, Zhan Yao's sword easily knocked away Mu Fuyun's sword and placed it on her neck.
The winner is clear.
The disciples who had just gathered around to watch the battle felt very disappointed.
"It was over in the blink of an eye. There was really nothing to see."
"I wanted to see Zhan Yao's strength. It's because Mu Fuyun is so weak that there's not even room for Zhan Yao to display her strength."
Xu Huaiyan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped off the sword platform and ran to the edge of the bamboo forest, pulling Mu Fuyun back from the sword's edge. "Junior Sister Mu, are you okay?"
Mu Fuyun slowly stood up straight, reached out and patted his chest which had just recovered from the suffocation of pressure. Just as he was about to say that he was fine, Zhan Yao, who had not yet put away his sword, started to question him.
"Mu Fuyun, what's wrong with you? You've been practicing for so many days, but you haven't made any progress at all!"
Mu Fuyun was surprised and said, "Senior Sister Zhan, I think my swordsmanship has improved a bit."
"..." Zhan Yao paused, not expecting her to be so brazen. Glancing at Xu Huaiyan who was glaring at her, she angrily said, "Can you call this progress? If you could put aside those thoughts you've been having on men and focus on cultivation, you wouldn't still be stuck in the early stages of Qi Refining! Mu Fuyun, you have no right to stay in the sect at this level!"
"Senior Sister, what you said makes sense." Mu Fuyun nodded and agreed. If she continued like this, she would indeed be eliminated in the assessment.
"You!" Zhan Yao hated her stubborn attitude so much that he sheathed his sword abruptly, left a word "hopeless", and turned away.
Her two followers, Xu Lian and Zhou Su, each glared at Mu Fuyun and hurried to catch up.
Seeing that there was nothing to see, the other disciples also dispersed, leaving Xu Huaiyan standing beside Mu Fuyun.
"Junior Sister Mu, don't worry. I believe you will make greater progress soon."
Xu Huaiyan felt that Zhan Yao had inspired some fighting spirit on Mu Fuyun's behalf. Thinking of his own small victory just now, he was full of expectations for Mu Fuyun.
Mu Fuyun struggled to pick up his sword that had fallen to the ground and slowly put it back into the scabbard: "Thank you for your good wishes, senior brother." I hope I can advance tonight.
Above the bamboo forest, Chu Ye was hovering in the air on his sword, his light green Taoist robe blending into the dense branches and leaves.
The half-month appointment with Mu Fuyun was today. After finishing his business outside the mountain gate, he rushed back to the sect. When he was flying up the mountain on his sword and passed by Qinglu, for some reason, he involuntarily slowed down.
He had seen everything that had just happened.
Half a month passed, and she really hadn't changed at all. She was still so weak - so weak that it was annoying.
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