Chapter 44

Early morning.

The oriole sings in the sycamore, and spreads its wings to look at the clear sky.

Feixing opens his eyes and slowly gets up.

The lust he felt before falling asleep last night is gone again, which is really strange.

Is it possible that the area of the sect’s fairyland is special?

But it’s better this way, so as to avoid distracting thoughts.

It’s almost the end of March, and most of the disciples of the Lingsu Sword Sect have returned to the sect.

Everyone gathered in one place, and cultivators of various realms could be seen everywhere, either practicing swordsmanship or comprehending the way of swordsmanship, gathering in groups of three or two, or four or five, and it was very lively for a while.

In the center of the open space, a real person was performing sword moves, and more than 30 inner disciples were watching carefully.

The real person was wearing a yellow dress with a sunflower fan, a red velvet gauze, and her black hair was combed into a bun with a tortoise shell hairpin. She looked calm and graceful, like a golden osmanthus. The long sword in her hand was like flowing autumn water and moonlight, which complemented her graceful figure, like dancing.

Her name was Feng Yue. Before the Meixian Conference, she was mocked by Yang Chun for her slow progress in realm. She was angry and closed herself off for three months, and successfully broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

After performing some sword moves, Feng Yue began to slowly talk about the exquisiteness of swordsmanship.

The young disciples listened carefully, and someone asked questions from time to time, so Feng Yue patiently explained.

Such scenes were staged in various places in the sect every day.

Because many disciples returned to the sect to prepare for the ceremony at the beginning of summer, Liu Xi took this opportunity to let these senior professors give some pointers to the younger disciples.

“Hey, look...”

“That’s not--!”

There were some whispers below, Feng Yue frowned, and found that some disciples were looking at the figure walking by.

That is...

Seeing Fei Xing’s face, she quickly remembered that he was the person who followed Senior Sister Yu Shuang before.

Fei Xing left the house, but didn’t see Dan Feng Zhenren. After playing with the oriole on the tree, she wanted to walk around, so she came here.

She saw Feng Yue performing sword moves, and couldn’t help but be attracted by it, so she came closer.

Among the fairies in the family, a man like Fei Xing is particularly outstanding and unusual.

The disciples looked at him one after another, and their expressions suddenly became wonderful.

The orioles and swallows laughed, and they were all shy and happy.

Fei Xing was used to it, so she didn’t care much.

Having a moving face can indeed attract others’ likes, but not everyone will be kind to him because of this.

Before Feng Yue spoke, several disciples couldn’t stand seeing their fellow disciples in such a disgraceful state. A fierce-looking girl took the lead and said, “I am the Immortal Sect’s master teaching, outsiders please leave immediately!” Such teaching by seniors should not be allowed to outsiders, but if the relationship with the sect is good and they just listen quietly, many people will not be too particular. To put it bluntly, it depends on the individual. “Shubai.” Feng Yue called her name and said softly, “Don’t be rude to guests.” “Yes.” Shubai responded in a low voice, pouting her lips, and still looking at Feixing with an unfriendly look. Feixing didn’t care, but felt that her expression was quite similar to that of Master Guangsha. He bowed to Feng Yue, Feng Yue nodded slightly, and continued to tell the story. For ordinary inner disciples like them who were not outstanding in qualifications, there were not many opportunities to receive teachings from the real person. The other disciples soon continued to listen attentively. Moreover, with such a handsome man beside them, they also wanted to behave dignified and reserved.