Chapter 19: Yay, Going Down the Mountain with Senior Sister!

“Your basics are improving really fast.”

“Did someone teach you swordsmanship back at the Grand Tutor’s residence?”

On Dye Ink Peak, the white-clad fairy carefully observed the young man’s precise sword movements. For once, she wasn’t frowning; instead, she nodded repeatedly with appreciation and approval.

Before this, she’d already spent several hours teaching him sword techniques.

Mo Yuyan was genuinely impressed by He Yimo’s performance—not because he had exceptional talent, but because she noticed his unusual proficiency.

He Yimo sheathed his sword and replied casually:

“My aunt taught me some self-defense techniques back at the Grand Tutor’s residence. This sword form was part of that.”

“Self-defense?”

“Your aunt taught you this?”

Mo Yuyan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

She was the Sword Master Senior Sister and had practiced swordsmanship for years. This was the first time she’d heard someone call a lethal sword technique “self-defense.”

Was your “self-defense” technique meant to defend yourself by chopping off people’s heads?

“The legendary Grand Tutor’s residence indeed has deep foundations. With your ‘self-defense’ skills, you’d have no trouble becoming an assassin for the Immortal Alliance someday.”

“What do you mean? Are you mocking me?”

He Yimo raised an eyebrow as well, feeling like Mo Yuyan’s thought process wasn’t quite normal either.

Maybe this was just how geniuses communicated.

“Of course not. I’m praising you.”

Mo Yuyan rubbed her temples lightly, smiling faintly.

“Your aunt taught you well. These are proper, orthodox beginner sword techniques—nothing to criticize.”

“For now, just keep practicing these basics. Once you break through the Foundation Establishment stage, I’ll teach you some advanced ‘self-defense’ moves.”

Mo Yuyan hugged her Yinshuang Sword and observed He Yimo for a long time but couldn’t find any faults.

Because what he practiced was indeed the most standard beginner-level killing technique. It skipped all flashy and impractical moves, directly teaching the true essence of swordsmanship—killing.

Of course, Wuji Sect didn’t advocate learning swords this way.

Beginner sword training usually involved five stages:

First physical conditioning, then mental discipline, followed by Qi cultivation…

Typically, just these three steps would take new disciples several months to master.

Only after months of diligent practice and moral evaluation would the sect elders teach disciples actual combat sword forms—specialized killing techniques combined with meridian diagrams.

After all, Wuji Sect was a righteous sect; lethal skills weren’t easily taught.

Disciples needed proper character and foundational training before being trusted with deadly power.

But Mo Yuyan didn’t care much about that.

When she learned swordsmanship as a child, she’d simply followed her neighbor’s older sister. She’d never bothered listening to her master’s lectures and often secretly studied her master’s hidden sword manuals, picking out techniques with cool-sounding names to learn on her own. She’d barely undergone any systematic sect training…

So naturally, she passed this casual genius approach onto He Yimo.

“I brought some fasting pills.”

“If you’re hungry, take one. But don’t overeat them. Immortal sect pills have strong energy; eating too many could harm your kidneys.”

After leaving these instructions, Mo Yuyan turned around and left the mountain again.

Before leaving, she gave He Yimo homework.

She’d return early in two days to check his basic skills.

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Taking one fasting pill per day, He Yimo practiced his swordsmanship day after day atop Dye Ink Peak.

Honestly, these tiny pills might scientifically provide nutrition, but they offered no satisfaction in chewing or eating. His mouth and stomach felt empty for three days straight, leaving him craving real food badly.

But he didn’t dare eat more pills because Mo Yuyan warned him it’d harm his kidneys.

Dye Ink Peak stood above the clouds. Aside from a small courtyard and a few trees, there wasn’t much else to pass the time.

Mo Yuyan had flown off somewhere unknown again. He Yimo had no one to talk to and felt incredibly bored, so he just buried himself in sword practice.

If his sweat and effort could be converted into game experience points, he’d probably have maxed out his basic skill proficiency by now.

After all, these were sword forms he’d learned from his aunt when he was seven years old.

Who knew he’d come all the way to Wuji Sect only to relearn what Aunt Yuan Xinyao had already taught him…

Two days later, early morning—

The white-clad fairy returned punctually from afar on her flying sword.

“How’s your practice going?” She landed gracefully and stood with her hands behind her back.

“I feel invincible now,” He Yimo said lazily.

“Really? Then let’s spar a bit.”

Mo Yuyan replied absentmindedly. She casually summoned a wooden sword from a pile of junk in the courtyard and thrust it toward He Yimo without warning.

Caught off guard, He Yimo quickly raised his sword to defend himself.

Half an incense stick later—

The young man lay sprawled weakly on the grass while Mo Yuyan’s remotely controlled wooden sword hovered menacingly near his backside.

“With your current skill level, you’d probably place in the top three at the sect entrance exam.”

“I’m going down later to oversee the exam. Want to come along and watch? If you’re interested, you could even spar with some new disciples.”

“I can walk you through the process so you can officially join under Master’s name.”

Mo Yuyan sat casually on a stone step near the entrance, gazing calmly at He Yimo.

He stood up slowly, dusting himself off before asking calmly:

“If I win a good ranking in the exam, would Senior Sister think more highly of me?”

“No. I’m already aware of your true strength; there’s no need for you to prove it through sparring matches…”

Mo Yuyan closed her eyes briefly before continuing objectively: “But if you earn a high ranking, perhaps it’ll change other disciples’ negative impressions of you as a spoiled young master.”

“And if I refuse? Would Senior Sister think less of me for lacking courage?”

“If I said yes,” Mo Yuyan opened her eyes curiously, “would you try your best in the matches just to change my opinion?”

He Yimo’s lips twitched slightly but he maintained a polite smile: “If Senior Sister expects it of me, I’ll gladly give it my all.”

“Then let me answer your question clearly: No.”

Mo Yuyan hugged her sword and snorted softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She looked away from He Yimo and continued: “Even if you don’t participate in matches today, I won’t look down on you for it. After all, true cowards wouldn’t dare bet against me using my dance as stakes.”

“I see. Then there’s no need for me to participate in matches.”

He Yimo shrugged nonchalantly with obvious relief.

His current identity was special—both as a noble young master from the Grand Tutor’s residence and as Mo Yuyan’s only junior brother. He was practically born with attention-grabbing status. If he joined today’s exam matches openly, he’d surely attract countless eyes—maybe even that elusive troublemaker Jiang Jinyue hiding among spectators watching him closely.

Moreover, participating directly would pit him against protagonist Chen Jianxin—definitely not aligning with survival logic for cannon fodder villains like himself.

“So your only reason for joining matches depends entirely on my opinion? If I don’t care either way then you won’t show off?”

Mo Yuyan’s beautiful eyes filled with confusion again.

She genuinely didn’t care what choice He Yimo made; she just couldn’t understand his strange mindset—as if without her approval he lost all motivation entirely…

Was he practicing swords just hoping she’d praise him occasionally?

“You’re teaching me swordsmanship here at Wuji Sect,” He said earnestly meeting her gaze steadily: “Naturally I only care about Senior Sister’s opinion; other disciples are merely passersby.”

Of course this was nonsense—he simply wanted to survive safely unnoticed…

If given an innate Sword Saint physique instead though… he’d already be rolling up sleeves eager show off skills impressing Mo Yuyan thoroughly!

But admittedly Mo felt awkward hearing such blatant flattery…

Even usually aloof fairies like herself found themselves feeling embarrassed now… rubbing forehead sighing deeply…

“Whatever makes you happy,” She finally relented helplessly: “You have one incense stick worth time wash up change clothes…”

“I’m overseeing today’s entrance exam; if you’re not participating then just sit audience observe…”

“Afterwards I’ll briefly introduce different factions within Wuji Sect…”

“Yay! Going down mountain play around with Senior Sister~”

He cheered theatrically raising both hands clapping excitedly…

Nearby white-clad fairy rubbed forehead even harder regretting decision already…

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