Leveling Up by Kissing My Disciple - chapter 14

“Alright.”

In the end, Bai Yue nodded.

After all, there was no perfect solution at the moment, and what Chenxi said made sense. She couldn’t keep hesitating forever-otherwise, when would she ever find her Master?

The two once again took to Sword Flight.

Bai Yue’s arms wrapped around Mu Chenxi’s slender waist. While experiencing the rush of high-speed flight, she also took the opportunity to quietly circulate her Heart Method and cultivate.

She felt more and more that she needed to improve her own strength.

Alas, her talent was truly limited, but she could only hope to make even a little progress-anything was better than nothing.

She intended to rely on her Disciple, but she also had to do her best not to drag her down.

This was her proper self-cultivation as a “slacker Master.”

However, Bai Yue had not been cultivating for even an hour before she sensed the Flying Sword beneath her gradually slowing down. Mu Chenxi stopped in front of an inconspicuous mountain valley.

Bai Yue looked around. This place was barren and remote, with thin Spiritual Qi. She really couldn’t see anything special about it.

“This place doesn’t seem suitable. Why did we stop?”

Bai Yue looked at Mu Chenxi in confusion, only to find that Mu Chenxi’s gaze was fixed intently on the valley below, not turning back.

Following Mu Chenxi’s gaze, Bai Yue still saw nothing but an ordinary valley, making her even more puzzled.

“Master, there’s something strange about this valley.”

Mu Chenxi’s tone was grave.

“Strange?” Bai Yue looked at Mu Chenxi in surprise.

“I sensed a trace of residual Sword Intent,” Mu Chenxi explained. “This Sword Intent is extremely faint, almost merging with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.”

“If my cultivation hadn’t just improved, making me several times more sensitive to Sword Aura, I would never have noticed it.”

“Though it’s only a wisp of Sword Aura, it actually contains a sense of sorrow.”

“Such Sword Aura must have been left by a powerful cultivator-possibly one at the Asking the Way Stage.”

“This place is likely far from ordinary.”

Mu Chenxi paused, lowering her voice even further: “Perhaps this is exactly the safe and foolproof place we’ve been searching for.”

“Asking the Way Stage…”

Hearing this, Bai Yue couldn’t help but swallow, her nerves tightening.

“Master, there’s no need to be too nervous. This Sword Aura is barely perceptible and seems to have been left a long time ago.”

Sensing the tension of the soft body behind her, Mu Chenxi offered a word of comfort.

“In that case, let me probe it first.”

After a moment’s thought, Bai Yue flipped her wrist, and an ordinary longsword appeared in her palm.

“Let’s use a sword to test the situation first.”

Seeing Mu Chenxi nod, Bai Yue pointed forward with her fingertip. The longsword let out a clear, ringing sound and turned into a streak of light, shooting straight into the deep, silent valley below.

However, as soon as the longsword entered the valley, it suddenly vanished without a trace.

It was as if a stone had sunk into the sea-gone without a sign.

Bai Yue’s expression grew grave.

Her spiritual connection with the sword had been severed.

This valley was indeed strange, not the ordinary valley it appeared to be.

“There may be danger here.”

Bai Yue was always cautious, and she immediately wanted Mu Chenxi to leave this place.

But Mu Chenxi’s eyes suddenly lit up with a sharp gleam.

With a flip of her hand, she produced a spare High-grade Flying Sword and flicked her finger.

The Flying Sword turned into a streak of light and also entered the valley.

The result was the same-the spiritual connection was instantly cut off.

“Master, this might be a Secret Realm.”

“I think it’s worth investigating.”

Mu Chenxi turned to look at Bai Yue, seeking her opinion.

Bai Yue also knew that Secret Realms often came with opportunities, but also unknown dangers.

But thinking of her Disciple being on the verge of Forming the Nascent Soul, the temptation of an independent space that could block the commotion of the Heavenly Tribulation was simply too great.

She gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind: “Then… let’s be careful in everything.”
Instinctively, Bai Yue tightened her embrace around Mu Chenxi’s waist, as if only in this way could she gain a trace of security.

Mu Chenxi summoned her Flying Sword, and the two of them transformed into a streak of sword light, resolutely charging into the depths of that shadowy valley entrance.

As soon as they entered, the surrounding space rippled violently.

They felt their vision blur, and when they regained focus, they found themselves in an entirely different world.

This was no desolate valley at all, but a Paradise Land.

An endless Flower Sea of purple stretched beneath their feet, a clear stream winding through it, and not far away stood a delicate, petite wooden cabin.

The Spiritual Qi here was so dense it was almost tangible, several times more potent than the effect of Mu Chenxi’s Spirit Gathering Formation, seemingly completely isolated from the outside world.

This place is perfect for Forming the Nascent Soul; there is no need to worry about prying eyes or danger.

But… was this place truly safe?

The two exchanged a glance, tacitly slowing their steps, observing their surroundings with utmost care.

Soon, their gaze was drawn to a solitary grave at the center of the Flower Sea.

In front of the grave, a skeleton clad in a purple dress knelt before the Tombstone.

It clung tightly, with all its remaining strength, to the Tombstone before it, as if that was its entire world.

Cautiously, the two approached the Tombstone, but found no Restriction or danger.

The place was excessively quiet, as if it had been the peaceful retreat of the grave’s owner in life.

Bai Yue brushed the dust from the Tombstone, revealing six elegant characters: “Grave of Beloved Wife Zi Wan.”

Looking again at the skeleton embracing the Tombstone, its silhouette clearly belonged to a woman.

This seemed to be a sorrowful story…

A devoted woman, after her lover’s death, clung to her Tombstone in this place, heartbroken, until she passed away.

“This must be the predecessor who left behind the sorrowful Sword Aura…”

“Judging by these traces, it’s at least a thousand years old – a Sword Intent of sorrow that hasn’t dissipated in a millennium…”

“Ah, such a devoted soul…”

Bai Yue couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Mu Chenxi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned her head to look at Bai Yue’s pink eyes and asked softly, “Master, if one day I die, would you be sad?”

As soon as she asked, she felt her heartstrings tense; for some reason, she truly cared about Bai Yue’s answer.

“Of course I would!”

Bai Yue blurted out almost without thinking. Only after speaking did she realize her loss of composure, quickly turning her head and giving Mu Chenxi a slightly reproachful glare.

“Don’t say such unlucky things.”

“Mm.”

Mu Chenxi nodded gently. Seeing her Master so concerned about her, the tension in her heart eased.

This little world was indeed a perfect place for Forming the Nascent Soul, but since it was the secluded retreat of a predecessor, there might be some legacy left behind.

Bai Yue’s thoughts became lively, and her gaze began to search the area.

Soon, she noticed a sword hilt half-buried in the earth beside the grave. She went over and picked it up, only to find that the broken sword had long since lost all Spiritual Qi, its blade rusted beyond repair, reduced to scrap iron by the passage of time.

Unwilling to give up, she circled the grave, inspecting it carefully, but found nothing else.

However, Bai Yue never entertained the thought of disturbing the predecessor’s remains or digging up the grave.

To disturb the peace of two devoted souls – if she triggered some deadly trap meant for grave robbers, it would be a terrible loss.

“Chenxi, your cultivation is higher and your eyes sharper. Have you found anything?”

Knowing her own limitations, Bai Yue turned to her disciple for help.

Mu Chenxi’s gaze fell upon the Tombstone. “This Tombstone is unusual. My Spiritual Sense cannot penetrate it at all.”