CHAPTER 37: SECT TEACHINGS THREE III

Then, her second finger rose.

"Second—your sword technique: Falling Petal Severing Art. An elegant yet deadly style passed down from the sect’s Sword Hall. Each strike mirrors the descent of a flower petal—graceful, deliberate, and silent. Yet every movement hides lethal precision, making it as unpredictable as it is beautiful."

Finally, she lifted her third finger.

"And third—your dual movement and defense technique: Heavenly Veil Steps. This is one of our founder’s legacies. Once mastered, your body will flow like drifting mist, impossible to pin down. Each step naturally forms a reactive spiritual veil—deflecting minor blows and dulling the force of stronger ones without you even needing to think."

She paused, then gently folded her hands in her lap.

"In addition, I will pass on two auxiliary techniques."

She tapped her thumb to her palm.

"Jade Petal Reversal Guard—a flexible defensive technique that reflects enemy strikes by weaving your spiritual essence into a shield of blooming jade petals. The stronger your intent, the sharper the backlash for your opponent."

Then, her last finger unfurled like a blossom opening in spring.

"Azure Mist Breath Recovery. This will be your core recovery art. By syncing your breath with the natural spiritual flow, it regenerates your Qi and mends minor internal injuries at an accelerated pace. During meditation, it will help maintain your clarity and keep your meridians flowing without resistance."

"All of these techniques are Peak Heaven Grade and are only granted to core disciples of the Core Elder Hall or above," she said, her tone firm.

Tian Lei nodded, though a subtle flicker of amusement passed through his eyes. So these are considered Peak Heaven Grade... he mused.

And yet, I already possess a Primordial Grade Cultivation Technique, said to surpass all ranks known to man. I even have a Primordial Rank Body Refining Art... and thanks to my Infinite Fortune Core, I can obtain many more Primordial Grade techniques in the future.

Still, he bowed respectfully.

"I will train with utmost dedication, Master."

Mu Qinxue nodded approvingly. But then, as if recalling something important, her expression softened and she asked gently,"What about your mother?"

"Is she still in that village?"

Tian Lei stiffened ever so slightly at the mention of his mother. That name still tugged at something deep within him. Without a word, he took out a small, delicate-looking envelope. But despite its size, it was radiating a strange, powerful spiritual energy.

"My mother... she left this behind. Along with a letter saying she was leaving. She wrote that if I ever want to see her again, I must become strong enough to unseal this envelope," he said quietly, his fingers running over the seal etched into it.

Mu Qinxue’s brows furrowed. She leaned closer, a hint of awe in her voice.’...Oh my heavens.’

Just sensing the seal on the letter, she could tell—it wasn’t something just any cultivator could break. Whoever had left that seal behind was no ordinary person.

This seal... only someone of tremendous cultivation could have left it. If she’s truly his mother... then his identity is far from normal...

She looked at Tian Lei, her tone turning gentler.

"If your mother went through this much effort to leave you this... I won’t ask further. But know this—I only asked because I thought that if I could bring her here, you would be able to cultivate in peace."

Tian Lei gave a small, grateful nod."Thank you, Master... but this is something I must resolve myself."

Mu Qinxue nodded firmly."Then so be it."

She turned, walking to one of the nearby shelves and retrieving something wrapped in silk. She slowly unwrapped it and held out a longsword, its blade shimmering with blue crystalline patterns and a silver hilt.

"This is called the Heavenly Frost Jade Sword. It is a high-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapon. It’s not suited for just anyone... but I believe you’re ready for it."

Tian Lei stepped forward and took the blade, feeling its weight immediately.It wasn’t light—it carried both mass and spirit. Yet, somehow, it felt like a natural extension of him.

"It’s heavy," he murmured.

"That’s because it’s not just forged—it’s a Natural born treasure, and they are much rarer than forged one and also more powerful than foged one. Heaven-rank swords resonate with their wielder’s spirit and cultivation level. If you hadn’t touched the Spirit Awakening realm yet, it would’ve rejected you entirely," she explained, pulling out a small spiritual ring. "Store it in your Spirit Ring for now."

She placed the ring in his hand as well.

"Hm. You’re my only personal disciple, so if you ever need anything, just ask me directly," she said casually.

Tian Lei hearing this hesitated for a moment but then remembering she is Oathbound, he decided to speak.

"Master... could I ask something else?"

"Hm?"

"...Can you help me hunt down a Divine Beast?" he asked.

Mu Qinxue raised an eyebrow. "A Divine Beast?"

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod. "I need one. My physique... it’s special. To fully awaken its potential, I must refine a Divine Beast and it also need to be alive."

She went silent for a moment, her gaze scanning him again—but deeper this time, as if trying to see through the layers of his soul.

"...Strange. I still can’t see through your spiritual root. It’s clouded," she said quietly.

"I don’t know how to explain it either, Master. Just... please trust me."

Mu Qinxue gave him a long look, then finally nodded.

"...Alright. Go back and focus on mastering the techniques I’ve passed down. Once I confirm a Divine Beast sighting, I’ll summon you."

"Thank you, Master."

She turned and watched as he walked away, her eyes lingering on him with an unreadable expression.

That seal... the one who placed it was stronger than me, she thought, a faint chill crawling up her spine. That alone was enough to stay her hand. Despite her curiosity, she hadn’t dared to tamper with the envelope—fearing that if the one who set the seal sensed her interference, she might bring calamity upon herself... or worse, the sect.