Bai Yue saw her disciple seemed unhappy, so she decided to feed Mu Chenxi.
She picked up a fried sugar bean and brought it to Mu Chenxi’s lips.
Mu Chenxi instinctively opened her mouth and held the sugar bean with a “mmph”.
The sweet taste melted on the tip of her tongue.
The Master’s fingertips, delicate as scallions, brushed lightly over her lips.
She couldn’t help but lick her lips, her heart beating faster.
The sword technique began to operate on its own again.
“Pu chi!”
A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted out, but Mu Chenxi’s eyes brightened.
Cracks appeared again in the Swordsmanship Bottleneck at her Dantian.
“Why are you spitting blood again?”
Bai Yue panicked, only then realizing that feeding a sugar bean could also be considered an intimate act.
“Chenxi, are you alright?”
“Master, the bottleneck just loosened.”
Mu Chenxi looked at Bai Yue with anticipation in her eyes.
“Master, can you feed me another one?”
“But you’ll spit blood…”
Bai Yue hesitated.
“It’s fine, it’s just a couple of mouthfuls of blood.”
Mu Chenxi looked up at her, a bit impatient.
“Master, feed me another.”
Bai Yue had no choice but to comply, feeding her another fried sugar bean.
But as Mu Chenxi chewed the sugar bean, there was no sign of breakthrough at all.
She frowned.
“What’s going on? It definitely worked just now. Is it only effective the first time? Or does resistance really develop?”
“No more effect?”
Seeing she wasn’t spitting blood, Bai Yue actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Chenxi frowned and nodded, still pondering in her heart.
“Then, do you still want the remaining sugar beans?” Bai Yue asked.
“I do.”
Mu Chenxi nodded immediately.
Bai Yue stuffed the whole oil-paper packet into her arms.
Mu Chenxi carefully held it to her chest, then picked up another to put in her mouth.
This time, she didn’t think about breaking through, only savoring the taste.
The sweet fragrance wrapped around the soft bean—truly delicious.
She had grown up in the Immortal Sect, eating Spiritual Pills and elixirs, none of which tasted particularly good.
She had never tasted such worldly food before; sweet saliva welled up on her tongue.
“Is it tasty?” Bai Yue asked.
“It’s delicious, Master.”
Mu Chenxi nodded seriously.
“Then that’s good.”
Mu Chenxi nodded again, then felt something was off.
She lowered her gaze and spoke softly.
“Master, as cultivators, shouldn’t we avoid indulging in worldly desires?”
But even as she asked, her hand subconsciously tightened around the oil-paper packet.
“There’s no need for so many rules in cultivation. I think cultivation should follow the heart, so if you want to eat, then eat.”
“Chenxi, if you like it, I’ll make more with Spirit Honey next time.”
Bai Yue felt that Mu Chenxi’s personality truly needed some change—thinking about cultivation even while eating sugar beans.
She really worried that one day Mu Chenxi might lose herself in cultivation…
Mu Chenxi was thoughtful at her words, while Bai Yue nodded softly.
She put another sugar bean in her mouth, slowly savoring its sweetness.
“Master, are we heading out now to find Grandmaster? My injuries are already fine.”
Mu Chenxi asked, her personality always decisive.
Since she had agreed to help Bai Yue find Grandmaster Bai Ling’er, she wanted to do her best to finish quickly.
But Bai Yue was still a little worried, her gaze falling on the dried blood at the corner of Mu Chenxi’s mouth.
“Are you really okay? Don’t force yourself.”
“As your Master, I need your protection. If you’re injured and we run into danger, it’ll be hard for us to deal with it.”
Bai Yue patiently explained the pros and cons.
“Please don’t worry, Master. I’m truly fine, and I can perform at a hundred percent.”
Mu Chenxi’s tone was earnest.
Seeing this, Bai Yue felt relieved and no longer hesitated.
“Alright, then let’s set out to find your Grandmaster now.”
As she spoke, she drew out the Jiyue Sword, pouring spiritual power into it.
She quickly sensed Grandmaster Bai Ling’er’s Star-Slaying Sword—still in that familiar direction.
“Your Grandmaster is in that direction. I can feel it.”
As her words fell, Bai Yue was about to release the Jiyue Sword and fly, when her shoulder was suddenly pressed gently by Mu Chenxi.
“Chenxi?”
Bai Yue turned back, full of doubt.
Mu Chenxi explained softly.
“Master, let’s ride one Flying Sword together. I’ll take you with me—it’s faster this way.”
Bai Yue blinked, then nodded.
“Oh, that’s true. My sword flight is slower.”
Being able to find Grandmaster Bai Ling’er more quickly, Bai Yue naturally wouldn’t refuse.
Mu Chenxi immediately summoned her own Flying Sword, reaching out to hold Bai Yue’s hand as the two stepped on together.
Bai Yue subconsciously stretched out her arms, wrapping them tightly around Mu Chenxi’s slender waist.
Because Mu Chenxi had once been distracted while flying, she now hugged even tighter.
Mu Chenxi could clearly feel the soft body behind her pressing close, and the Sword Technique within her began to operate on its own again.
This time, it flowed steadily—no urge to break through, but still rising smoothly.
Mu Chenxi was very satisfied with this effect.
In fact, one of Mu Chenxi’s reasons for suggesting they share a Flying Sword was to have this kind of close contact with Bai Yue.
This could help her Taishang Sword Technique progress further.
In the end, she was always thinking about cultivation.
This time, Mu Chenxi’s flight was stable, and Bai Yue gradually relaxed.
After a moment’s hesitation, Bai Yue spoke frankly.
“Chenxi, do you know where we’re headed?”
“That’s the direction of the Ancient Battlefield.”
Mu Chenxi replied.
Of course she knew the Ancient Battlefield.
“The Ancient Battlefield is dangerous, you…”
Bai Yue faltered, unsure how to continue.
Mu Chenxi truly regarded her as Master and treated her sincerely, yet she herself was drawing Mu Chenxi into danger.
“Master, I’m not afraid of danger. Besides, I promised before I became your disciple that I’d help you find Grandmaster.”
Mu Chenxi replied firmly.
“Chenxi, thank you so much.”
Bai Yue said gratefully.
“Master, we’re disciples and Master—no need for thanks. Besides, you’re also helping me break through.”
Mu Chenxi didn’t feel Bai Yue was using her.
She thought of them as a mutual-supporting pair, and a Master-disciple bond growing ever closer.
Hearing this, Bai Yue recalled their earlier closeness and felt her cheeks grow warm.
“By the way, Master, can you tell me about Senior Sister Yan Hua? I want to know more about her.”
Mu Chenxi suddenly asked, her tone carrying a hint of something hard to name.
She really was concerned about Senior Sister Yan Hua.
There were two reasons for this concern.
First, a strange sense of fear she felt around Senior Sister Yan Hua.
Second, a pang of jealousy in her heart when she saw how intimate Master was with Yan Hua.
Thus, her curiosity about Senior Sister Yan Hua grew.
“You mean Yan Hua?”
Bai Yue echoed, memories softening her eyes as she thought of her disciple.
Then, Bai Yue spoke slowly.
“Yan Hua was a little beggar I picked up by chance.”
“When I first saw her, she was filthy all over, couldn’t even speak, and had no cultivation talent at all.”
“But I thought she was pitiful, so I took her in and cared for her.”
“She was obedient, smart, and learned to speak in just a few days, though she was never able to cultivate.”