“Alright.”
Bai Yue finally nodded.
After all, there was no perfect plan at the moment, and what Chenxi said wasn’t wrong either.
She couldn’t keep hiding in fear forever—otherwise, when would she ever find Master?
The two took to the skies again on their swords.
Bai Yue’s arms wrapped around Mu Chenxi’s slender waist.
While experiencing the high-speed flight, she also began to cultivate her mental method in the midst of the busyness.
She felt more and more that she needed to improve her strength.
Unfortunately, her talent was limited, but even a little improvement was better than none.
She intended to rely on her Disciple, but she also had to do her best not to hold her Disciple back.
This was her well-developed self-cultivation as a “Mixed Master.”
However, before Bai Yue could cultivate for even an hour, she sensed the flying sword beneath her slowing down.
Mu Chenxi came to a stop in front of an inconspicuous mountain valley.
Bai Yue looked around.
This was a desolate wilderness with thin spiritual energy.
She couldn’t see anything special about it at all.
“This place doesn’t seem right. Why did we stop?”
Bai Yue looked at Mu Chenxi in confusion, only to find that Mu Chenxi’s gaze was locked onto the valley below, not looking back.
Following Mu Chenxi’s gaze, Bai Yue still saw only an ordinary valley, making her even more puzzled.
“Master, this valley is strange.”
Mu Chenxi’s tone was heavy.
“Strange?”
Bai Yue looked at Mu Chenxi in surprise.
“I sensed a trace of lingering Sword Intent.”
Mu Chenxi explained.
“This Sword Intent is extremely faint, almost blended into the world’s spiritual energy.”
“If my cultivation hadn’t just improved, making me several times more sensitive to Sword Qi, I wouldn’t have noticed it at all.”
“Even though there’s only a trace, it contains sorrow.”
“Such Sword Qi must have been left by a strong one—perhaps a Wen Dao Stage Expert.”
“This place might not be simple at all.”
Mu Chenxi paused, her voice dropping even lower.
“Perhaps this is the absolutely safe place we’ve been searching for.”
“Wen Dao Stage Expert…”
Bai Yue couldn’t help but swallow, her nerves tightening.
“Master, there’s no need to be too tense. This Sword Qi is barely detectable—it’s likely left from a long time ago.”
Sensing the tense softness behind her, Mu Chenxi spoke to reassure her.
“In that case, let me test it.”
Bai Yue pondered for a moment, flipped her wrist, and an ordinary long sword appeared in her hand.
“I’ll probe with the sword first.”
Seeing Mu Chenxi nod, Bai Yue pointed forward.
The long sword let out a clear chime, turning into a streak of Flowing Light that shot straight into the dark, silent valley below.
However, as the sword entered the valley, it suddenly vanished.
It was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace.
Bai Yue’s face grew serious.
Her spiritual connection with the sword was cut.
So, this valley really was strange—not an ordinary valley at all.
“This place could be dangerous.”
Ever cautious, Bai Yue spoke, intending to urge Mu Chenxi to leave.
But Mu Chenxi’s eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.
She turned her hand and took out another spare high-grade flying sword, flicking it with her finger.
The sword turned into Flowing Light and disappeared into the valley.
The result was the same—the spiritual connection was instantly severed.
“Master, this might be a Secret Realm.”
“I think it’s worth exploring.”
Mu Chenxi turned to look at Bai Yue, seeking her opinion.
Bai Yue also knew that Secret Realms often brought both opportunities and unknown dangers.
But when she thought of her Disciple being on the verge of Nascent Soul, and a space isolated enough to block Heavenly Tribulation, the temptation was too great.
She gritted her teeth, finally making up her mind.
“Then… let’s be careful.”
Bai Yue instinctively hugged Mu Chenxi’s waist tighter, as if that could bring her a sense of security.
Mu Chenxi controlled the flying sword, and the two turned into Sword Light, charging resolutely into the mouth of the deep valley.
The moment they entered, the surrounding space rippled violently.
Their vision blurred.
When they regained focus, they found themselves in another world.
This was not a desolate valley, but a Blessed Land.
A vast sea of purple flowers spread beneath their feet.
A clear stream meandered through it, and not far away stood a delicate wooden house.
The spiritual energy here was so dense it was almost tangible—several times stronger than the effect of the Gathering Spirit Array Mu Chenxi had set up—seemingly completely isolated from the outside world.
Forming a Nascent Soul here would eliminate any worry of prying eyes or danger.
But… was this place really safe?
The two exchanged a glance, slowing their steps and observing their surroundings carefully.
Soon, their attention was drawn to a solitary grave in the center of the flower sea.
In front of the grave, a skeleton in a purple dress knelt before the tombstone.
It clung tightly to the gravestone with all its might, as if it was its entire world.
The two carefully approached the tombstone, finding no restrictions or danger.
The tranquility here felt excessive, as if it was a peaceful place where the grave’s owner once lived in seclusion.
Bai Yue brushed dust from the gravestone.
Six graceful characters appeared: Tomb of Beloved Wife Ziyuan.
Looking at the skeleton embracing the gravestone, its figure was clearly that of a woman.
This seemed like a tragic story…
A devoted woman, after her beloved’s death, clung to her tombstone in sorrow, remaining there until her own death.
“This must be the senior who left behind the sorrowful Sword Qi…”
“Judging by the marks, it’s at least a thousand years old—a sorrowful Sword Intent that hasn’t faded in a millennium…”
“Ah, devoted souls…”
Bai Yue couldn’t help but sigh softly.
Mu Chenxi, who had been silent, suddenly turned her head to look into Bai Yue’s pink eyes.
She asked softly.
“Master, if one day I die, will you be sad?”
As soon as she spoke, her heart tensed.
For some reason, she cared deeply about Bai Yue’s answer.
“Of course I would!”
Bai Yue almost blurted it out.
As soon as she finished, she realized her slip, quickly turned away, and glared at Mu Chenxi in mild annoyance.
“Don’t say such unlucky things.”
“Mm.”
Mu Chenxi nodded gently.
Seeing her Master so nervous about her, the tension in her heart eased as well.
This small world was indeed perfect for Nascent Soul, but since it was a senior’s place of seclusion, there might be some legacy left behind.
Bai Yue’s thoughts grew active, and her eyes began to search the surroundings.
Soon, she noticed a fragment of a sword hilt half-buried beside the grave.
She picked it up, only to find the broken sword had long lost its spiritual energy and was rusted away by time.
It was nothing but scrap metal.
Unwilling, she circled the grave carefully but found nothing else.
However, Bai Yue had no thought of disturbing the senior’s remains or digging up the grave.
To disrupt the peace of a pair of devoted souls and risk triggering some deadly trap for grave robbers would be a terrible mistake.
“Chenxi, your cultivation is high and your eyesight sharp. Do you see anything?”
Knowing her own limits, Bai Yue turned to her Disciple for help.
Mu Chenxi’s gaze fell on the gravestone.
“This gravestone is unusual. My divine sense can’t penetrate it at all.”
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