2943 Useless to Conflict
Qiao Mu nodded and turned to address Yang Xirong and the others. “Second Aunt-Master, if you need anything, let’s stay in touch through the messenger talismans.”
“Of course,” Yang Xirong replied with a smile, nodding. “It will take some time to establish the sect. Don’t worry too much about us; just focus on your own tasks.”
“Take care, Little Junior Sister.”
“You’ve been studying hard at the academy; it’s good to take a break and spend some time here.”
Amid the lively conversations and well-wishes, Yang Xirong continued, “Once the sect’s construction is complete, I will arrange for the Matrix Viscounts to undergo practical training in the North Wangda Forest.”
Qiao Mu nodded. Practical training was an essential part of a cultivator’s journey. Many cultivators from prominent families lacked real combat experience, which could be a significant disadvantage in battle.
After giving some simple instructions to Yang Xirong and the others, Qiao Mu and Mo Lian went to the opposite side of the waterfall to find the two Yuezhuo eggs that were having a great time.
The little monk clung to a corner of Qiao Mu’s skirt and trotted along with her on his short legs. “Benefactress, I am not familiar with this place. Please don’t leave me behind.”
“I didn’t say I would leave you behind,” Qiao Mu said, lowering her head to look at the little monk. “But if you come back to the academy with me, it might attract too much attention, don’t you think?”
The little monk pursed his soft, diamond-shaped lips, his small, handsome face filled with a serious expression.
Seeing his earnest demeanor, Qiao Mu couldn’t help but want to laugh. She ruffled his head and continued, “I’ll take you to a safe place. When you want to see me, you can come out anytime, alright?”
Upon hearing the first part of her sentence, the little monk felt like crying. But as he heard the whole sentence, he was left slightly puzzled.
“Benefactress, please don’t go back on your promise.”
Qiao Mu signaled for the sapling to escort the little monk to Paradise Planet first.
She and Mo Lian remained above the waterfall, watching as the two bird’s eggs floated in the pool below.
“Come on!” Qiao Mu called out impatiently.
She had waited for a long time, through all sorts of trials, but the eggs hadn’t hatched. Her initial excitement had been in vain.
“Swish, swish, swish.” Two radiant figures—one black and one purple—flashed by, and the two bird’s eggs quietly settled into Qiao Mu’s palm.
“Could it be because of insufficient sacred energy?” Qiao Mu’s gaze shifted slightly as she looked at Mo Lian, who stood beside her.
Mo Lian nodded. “It’s quite likely. Look at these two eggs; they’ve nearly absorbed all the sacred energy in the pool.”
“It’s clear that they need the support of sacred energy to break free from their shells.”
Qiao Mu reached out to tap the two eggs and then gently caressed them.
“Forget about it for now. Finding a place like the Sanctuary above the Three Provinces is no easy task, let alone one like the Rotting Peach Blossom’s former dwelling, which might have been a Sanctuary.”
However, whenever His Excellency Venerable Immortal mentioned that place, he wore an expression as if he had just eaten a fly. He always summed it up in two words: “Utterly dull.”
What kind of place could inspire such deep resentment in him? He consistently described the Sacred Zone as dull.
Qiao Mu put away the bird’s eggs.
Mo Lian summoned Little Seven, and the two of them rode the golden dragon, swiftly returning to the academy.
When Qiao Mu arrived at the Cultivation Hall to cancel her leave on the third day, her brows furrowed in anticipation of how the two frugal instructors at the Cultivation Hall would deduct her contribution points.
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