Qin Mengyao came to Class 5 of the beginner level to find out if Mu Yun's reputation as a good-for-nothing over the past nine years was true.
As it turned out, anyone who called Mu Yun a good-for-nothing now was simply laughing.
In just one month, he had advanced to the Qi Condensation Realm, and refining pills and forging weapons were all done with ease.
Mu Yun had truly changed!
"Instructor Qin!"
Just as Qin Mengyao was enjoying the exchange between Mu Yun and Qi Ming, a joyful shout rang out untimely.
"Mo Yang?"
"Instructor Qin, I've decided to challenge Mo Hai. I'm currently at the third level of the Tendon Transformation Realm, but after a month, I'm confident I can reach the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Realm and defeat Mo Hai! Please teach me, Instructor Qin!"
With that, Mo Yang bowed deeply.
However, beneath the bow, his eyes were fixed on Qin Mengyao's straight legs.
Bang…
Suddenly, another bang rang out.
Mu Yun's cold voice echoed.
"Take another look, and I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Hiss..."
Gripping a sharp breath, Mo Yang hurriedly stood up, feigning nonchalance as he looked around.
Smiling, Qin Mengyao chuckled at Mu Yun's unfriendly expression, "No problem. Instructor Mu has been busy teaching Qi Ming and hasn't had time for you. I'll teach you, but you'd better be prepared!"
"Okay, okay, no problem!"
Unexpectedly, the instructor, known as the Ice Queen of the academy, would actually agree to his request. Mo Yang was so excited he was almost incoherent.
"Ahem..."
Mu Yun coughed, saying, "Instructor Qin, I need to win the competition. You can't show favoritism!"
"That's none of your concern, Instructor Mu. Teach Qi Ming well!"
Qin Mengyao smiled again and turned to leave.
"Instructor Mu, what's next?" Qi Ming's trembling voice sounded from behind.
"What? Weapon forging!"
Mu Yun said, striding towards the training room of Beiyun Academy.
Shaking his head, Qi Ming saw Mu Yun's extremely resentful expression and had no choice but to follow.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these ten days, Mu Yun practically lived and ate at the academy.
He personally instructed Qi Ming every day, and Miao Xianyu was like a little sparrow, constantly asking questions, leaving Mu Yun completely bewildered.
Moreover, he also had to find time to familiarize himself with the techniques for refining mortal weapons and explore some pills.
Most importantly, he needed to learn the three methods that had leaked from the Immortal Execution Diagram: the Heaven-Mending Sword Dao, the Spirit-Building Pill, and the Azure Sword.
The Heaven-Mending Sword Dao was not only powerful enough to be second only to Yellow-Rank martial arts techniques, but although it only consisted of four moves, these four moves encompassed almost all the principles of swordsmanship.
The Spirit Building Pill is considered top-tier among second-grade pills. However
, its refining method is quite a headache even for Mu Yun, a former Immortal King.
As for the Azure Sword, although it is only a high-grade mortal weapon, it contains three inscriptions, each of which is condensed in a way that Mu Yun has never seen before.
Amazing!
The Immortal Slaughtering Diagram seems to have opened up another world for Mu Yun, a world that is even more profound, unpredictable, and magically changing!
"Instructor Mu! Help, Instructor Mu!"
On this day, Mu Yun had just walked out of the alchemy room when Mo Yang, bruised and swollen, clung to Mu Yun's leg, crying and unwilling to let go.
"What happened?"
"Instructor Mu, I was wrong, I'm sorry. From today onwards, I want to learn from you. Please, Instructor Mu, save me!"
Mo Yang looked almost twice as thin and dark as he had been ten days ago.
He looked like a beggar, utterly wretched.
"Mo Yang, you're slacking off again. Don't forget what you told me ten days ago!" Just then, a delicate voice rang out, and Qin Mengyao floated in.
"Don't want to cultivate? Fine! Try my ice ball!"
As Qin Mengyao spoke, a stream of cold air circulated in the center of her palm.
That cold air carried fluctuations of true essence, yet it was vastly different from true essence.
Mu Yun naturally knew what it was!
The Ice Phoenix Divine Soul naturally possessed ice-attribute power, a natural force, different from true essence, but far more powerful!
Qin Mengyao had awakened the Ice Phoenix Divine Soul, and its power was beginning to gradually manifest.
Mu Yun understood that even if Qin Mengyao slept in bed every day without cultivating, her strength would still increase dramatically.
"Alright, you can cultivate with me, but you have to endure twenty days. Can you handle it?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I definitely can!"
Mo Yang couldn't help but nod immediately.
These ten days of cultivating with Qin Mengyao were like purgatory.
Every day, the moment they opened their eyes, it was cultivation; if they didn't meet the standards, they were punished with an ice ball.
Even more terrifying was the sheer volume of cultivation tasks—no one could possibly withstand that!
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Mo Yang nodded immediately without hesitation, but he didn't notice the sinister smile deep in Mu Yun's eyes.
The next day, Mu Yun summoned Mo Yang to the training room.
"Jump in and soak for three hours. You can sleep if you want; I'll keep the temperature under control to make you feel most comfortable!"
Mu Yun chuckled, pointing to a large tub filled with various spiritual herbs and medicines.
Seeing the smile on Mu Yun's face
, Mo Yang felt a tremor in his heart.
Could there be some kind of conspiracy?
However, out of respect for Instructor Mu's authority, Mo Yang obediently jumped into the tub.
"Hmm?"
"How's the temperature?"
"A little cool, a little warmer would be better!"
"Okay, no problem!"
"Hmm...so comfortable!"
Lying in the tub, Mo Yang felt as comfortable as if he were in heaven.
"Instructor Mu, it's so good to cultivate with you. You have no idea how I've felt these past few days, like I'm dead..."
Mo Yang said, his eyes slowly closing, and he actually fell asleep comfortably!
"Mu Yun, how can he possibly improve like this?" Qin Mengyao asked, looking at Mu Yun with doubt. "Does soaking in medicine every day really improve him? Even if he does, he lacks practical experience and will still be no match for Mo Hai!"
"Like this? How could that be!"
Mu Yun smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. The real training is yet to come. Let this guy enjoy himself for a few days first!"
With that, Mu Yun strolled into the cultivation room and began to cultivate.
He had already made arrangements for Qi Ming and Miao Xianyu's cultivation. Guidance was necessary, but more importantly, they needed their own experience.
This was something Mu Yun couldn't do for them.
Fortunately, Qi Ming's father was a Xuanqi master, and Qi Ming, having been exposed to it from a young age, was surprisingly proficient in weapon crafting, almost instantly understanding everything.
Miao Xianyu was an even better prospect.
After all, Miao Xianyu was trained by Master Miao Qing.
Mu Yun had a feeling that Master Miao Qing was not just a third-grade alchemist; perhaps even more powerful than Master Mo.
Why he stayed in Beiyun City remained a mystery to Mu Yun.
Entering the training room, Mu Yun took out an ordinary longsword.
"The Heaven-Mending Sword Path consists of four forms!"
"First Form: Shadow-Mending Sword!"
"Second Form: Wind-Mending Sword!"
"Third Form: Cloud-Mending Sword!"
"Fourth Form: Heaven-Mending Sword!"
Shadows move with the wind, wind rises with the clouds, clouds are in the sky, the Heaven-Mending Sword, each strike kills.
*Clang...
* A clang rang out, and Mu Yun raised his sword.
"Shadow-Mending Sword!"
A low shout rang out, the longsword in his hand swirling, true essence flowing within Mu Yun's body.
*Clang...
* A light sword cry rang out, the sword was drawn, but the sword shadow remained in place.
"Something's wrong!"
He withdrew the sword, a sense of
loss .
It was the loss of seeing so many flaws in his swordplay. Once again, Mu Yun raised his hand, the sword was drawn, but still, something was wrong.
This greatly troubled Mu Yun.
It's important to understand that he retained memories of his previous life. Even when learning martial arts, his discomfort stemmed from a lack of coordination compared to his previous existence.
However, at this moment, as he unleashed the Shadow-Mending Sword Technique, Mu Yun could clearly feel that his discomfort wasn't physical, but rather a fundamental misunderstanding of the technique.
"The Heaven-Mending Sword Path, the Immortal-Slaying Diagram—truly an astonishing sword art!"
With a slight wry smile, Mu Yun unleashed the Shadow-Mending Sword Technique once more.
In his previous life, he had been a force to be reckoned with; how could a mere martial art hinder his will?
If once wasn't enough, he'd try a hundred times, a thousand times—this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.
Time passed slowly, for a full seven days. Mo Yang lay comfortably in the medicine tub, sleeping until he naturally woke up each day, without worrying at all about the temperature dropping.
Mu Yun stayed by his side, tending to him, adding fuel whenever the temperature dipped slightly—he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
On this particular day, Mo Yang came to the training room as usual.
But today, Mu Yun was holding a longsword, and the medicine tub was gone.
"Instructor Mu, not taking a bath today?" Mo Yang chuckled, seeing Mu Yun standing alone in the training room.
These past few days, he had truly found Instructor Mu to be increasingly endearing and utterly worthy of respect.
"A medicinal bath? You've had a medicinal bath for seven days, so you should be able to handle the next two weeks of training. Starting today, come with me to the Northern Cloud Mountains!"
"The Northern Cloud Mountains? Great! Great!" Mo Yang's eyes lit up. "Are we going to have a grand monster barbecue feast? Should we invite Qi Ming and Miao Xianyu? I see they've been working quite hard. Of course, inviting Instructor Qin would be even better!"
"Invite? Invite you my foot!"
Mu Yun said, kicking Mo Yang out of the training room. The two of them headed to the Northern Cloud Mountains together.
On the outskirts of the Northern Cloud Mountains, in a dense forest
, two figures lay quietly atop a towering ancient tree.
"See that?" Mu Yun pointed to the area below the giant tree and said, "There are fifteen porcupines here, all fourth-tier demonic beasts. Let me tell you, porcupines are covered in sharp quills, but their weak point is below their necks. However, the flesh below their necks is layered, making it very difficult to pierce them!"
"Instructor Mu, why are you telling me all this? Aren't we here to eat roast meat?"
"Of course!"
Mu Yun chuckled and said, "But before we eat roast meat, you have to kill demonic beasts to get any meat!"
As Mu Yun spoke, he pushed with his palm, and a scream rang out. Caught off guard, Mo Yang fell from the hundred-meter-high giant tree, passing through layers of branches, and crashed to the ground with a thud.