But that throbbing sensation was like sand slipping through her palm.
Mu Chenxi tried her hardest to grasp it, but no matter how hard she tried, it slipped away even faster through her fingers.
She only remembered that the feeling was soft, so very soft, but as for the details after that, she couldn’t recall a single bit…
“It just happened, so why can’t I remember it clearly…”
Mu Chenxi frowned, racking her brain, but after a long time, she still couldn’t make sense of it.
Fortunately, her realm had finally broken through, bringing her closer to the next level in Swordsmanship Realm.
She mulled it over to herself, feeling as if she’d finally found a clue.
How can one forget emotion without being emotionless? Perhaps it was precisely this “emptiness” of emotion that had kept her stuck at the Swordsmanship Bottleneck.
In that case, the key to breaking through her Swordsmanship was tied to her Master Bai Yue.
Once her injury healed, she would need Master to kiss her a few more times. Maybe that would completely shatter the bottleneck.
A mountain breeze blew by, stirring Bai Yue’s silver-white hair.
She drew a long sword from her Storage Pouch, spiritual energy gathering at her fingertips as she slowly infused it into the blade.
This sword was called Jiyue, a gift personally given by her Grandmaster Bai Ling’er.
In the past, she’d always holed up in these deep mountains and forests, reluctant to use the Jiyue Sword for everyday use.
But now, taking it out was in preparation to search for her Master.
The Star-Slaying Sword in Bai Ling’er’s hand had been forged as a pair with the Jiyue Sword.
By using the Star-Slaying Sword, one could sense the location of the Jiyue Sword.
Back then, Bai Ling’er had specifically sought out this pair of swords to keep Bai Yue safe when she traveled outside.
Who would have thought that her disciple would end up hiding until today, not even going on a single adventure.
In the end, it became Bai Yue who had to take the initiative to find her Master.
“Master is still in that direction after all.”
Mu Chenxi looked into the distance, worry in her eyes.
But that direction was precisely where the Ancient Battlefield lay.
This was the very reason Bai Yue’s heart had been uneasy.
“Let’s hope Master hasn’t truly stepped into the Ancient Battlefield…”
Bai Yue silently prayed in her heart.
She had heard that even Nascent Soul Stage cultivators rarely made it out alive after entering the Ancient Battlefield, and her Master was only at Mid Nascent Soul.
With a faint sigh, Bai Yue put away the Jiyue Sword and her gaze fell on Mu Chenxi.
Now that Mu Chenxi was by her side as a helper, she no longer had to face danger alone.
In the past, with her insufficient strength, hiding in this remote place was her only means of staying safe.
But once she stepped into the perilous World of Cultivation, with her meager cultivation, she would be nothing more than “easy prey”, unable even to protect herself.
Now, with Mu Chenxi at her side, there was at least some guarantee of safety.
Bai Yue didn’t hesitate any longer. She decided to pack up first, and once everything was in order, set out to find her Master.
Of course, all of this depended on Mu Chenxi’s injuries being fully healed.
Sensing Bai Yue’s gaze, Mu Chenxi looked up.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
Bai Yue saw her breathing had stabilized and her injuries were under control, so she finally asked.
“Chenxi, when will your wounds fully heal? I want to set out as soon as possible to find your Grandmaster—my own Master.”
Upon hearing this, Mu Chenxi replied at once.
“Master, in just four hours, I’ll be fully recovered.”
She paused, then added.
“If Master is in a hurry, we can set out now. My wounds aren’t serious—I can recover while we travel.”
But Bai Yue gently shook her head, her tone softening.
“No need to rush. Focus on healing first. This journey is dangerous enough as it is. How could I let you travel while wounded and increase the risk?”
She felt secretly relieved.
Taking in this disciple hadn’t been in vain after all—Mu Chenxi truly wanted to help her.
After discussing it, Bai Yue remembered she still had to pack things for the journey.
She was so poor that all she owned was a small Spirit Herb Patch she’d cultivated behind the mountain.
Now that she was leaving, she certainly couldn’t leave her meager possessions behind.
“I’ll handle some things and be right back.”
She spoke as if about to mount her sword, but Mu Chenxi quickly called after her.
“Master, where are you going?”
Now that she knew Master could help her break through, Bai Yue’s importance in her heart had only grown.
Earlier, Bai Yue had even refused to be her Master with righteous indignation, and now, even after agreeing, Mu Chenxi still feared Bai Yue would run away suddenly.
“We’re leaving here soon. I’m going to the Spirit Herb Field on the neighboring mountain to harvest the herbs I’ve planted.”
Bai Yue patiently explained, a bit helpless.
She had indeed acted too timid earlier—no wonder her disciple was so worried.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. I’m not going to run. After all, I need you to find Grandmaster. How could I just disappear?”
“Then, Master, be sure to come back quickly.”
Mu Chenxi’s gaze stuck to Bai Yue’s back, still unable to fully relax.
Bai Yue didn’t press the issue. She simply mounted her sword and flew toward the Spirit Herb Field.
She thought to herself that trust between Master and disciple took time to build. There was no need to rush.
After all, she truly regarded Mu Chenxi as her disciple—she had never planned to run away.
Words were unnecessary. When she returned, her disciple would feel more at ease.
In less than half an hour, Bai Yue returned.
The hem of her gray Daoist robe was stained with dirt, a blade of grass stuck in her hair, making it clear she had been busy in the Spirit Herb Field and rushed back without tidying up.
Standing by the lake, she saw Mu Chenxi already on her feet, complexion rosy and breath steady, showing no sign of injury.
Bai Yue was surprised.
“You’re healed?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mu Chenxi hurried over, eyes shining brightly.
“Master, can we continue my training now?”
To her, the Swordsmanship Bottleneck was right before her eyes—waiting any longer was unbearable.
The feeling was like thousands of ants crawling on her heart.
Bai Yue looked at her “cultivation maniac” expression and pressed her brow helplessly.
But thinking it over, the stronger Mu Chenxi became, the safer their journey would be.
After all, the World of Cultivation was filled with danger, and with her weak cultivation, she was as helpless as ever.
“Fine.”
Bai Yue bit her lower lip.
The first time was awkward, but the second time wasn’t so hard.
She stepped beside Mu Chenxi, her cheeks flushing uncontrollably, and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Mu Chenxi’s heart beat faster, but not as violently as last time.
She drew the longsword at her waist and began practicing by the lake.
Bai Yue had already retreated to the edge, only relaxing after putting considerable distance between them.
She was afraid her disciple would lose control of her sword energy and accidentally injure her—a small fry like herself.
For a while, the lake shore was filled with flying sword shadows, sword light flickering across the water’s surface and dazzling the eye.
Bai Yue watched, secretly amazed.
Such speed!
Even if there were a hundred of her, she’d only be easy prey for her disciple.
But soon, Mu Chenxi sheathed her sword and walked toward Bai Yue with a frown.
She hadn’t coughed up blood like last time, but her improvement was much less, leaving her dissatisfied.
In her eyes, even coughing up blood was worthwhile as long as her swordsmanship improved quickly.
“Is something wrong?”
Bai Yue saw her serious expression and asked in confusion.
The sword technique seemed plenty powerful to her.
“Master, this time didn’t feel as strong. While I improved, it wasn’t as effective as before.”
Mu Chenxi frowned in thought for a moment.
“I wonder if it’s because Master’s way of kissing was different from last time.”
“Could you try doing it again the way you did before?”