Maybe I shouldn't die.

Upon hearing this, the two monkey leaders started squeaking urgently, as if they were explaining something.

The young man said, "I don't care what caused your fight. It is true that you destroyed the flowers and trees. You must be confined for three months. If you resist, the confinement time will be extended."

The two monkey leaders suddenly quieted down after hearing this. They couldn't beat the boy, and the result of resisting would only be more beatings and longer confinement time. They just couldn't speak, but they were not stupid, and they would still settle the score.

At this time, Fang Yue and Uncle Master Qiu had finished their discussion. Fang Yue provided the spiritual object and 35 points, and Uncle Master Qiu refined a medicine garden for her. 25 points were used to purchase other materials, and Uncle Master Qiu only charged points for the refining fee.

Fang Yue was very happy. This price was a good deal as he could hire a Jindan-stage refiner to refine the medicine garden. Moreover, this uncle must have something extraordinary to be able to stay with the red-clothed uncle who was a true disciple.

The honest young man was also very satisfied. Since the true disciple senior brother had asked for it, he had to refine the medicine garden for his nephew even if it was for free. What's more, he was charged according to the market price. He could show his face in front of the true disciple senior brother and earn points at the same time. It was the best of both worlds for him.

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, the young man in red said to the honest young man:

"We've dealt with the monkey issue, it's time for us to leave."

After saying this, he flew away on his sword first. The other disciples hurriedly followed, escorting the monkey leader and managers who had committed the crime. The honest young man said goodbye to Fang Yue and hurriedly followed.

After everyone left, the monkeys suddenly burst into howling. The crying was full of sorrow, which made Fang Yue, an outsider, feel how sad the monkeys were after losing their leader and managers.

She didn't dare to disturb these sad monkeys, so she slipped away quietly. She decided to go back and continue practicing her sword-wielding skills, but this time, she had to stay away from the cliff.

There were no more accidents in the following practice. Fang Yue practiced very smoothly. She did not return to the cave until dusk to continue other training.

At noon on the second day, Fang Yue arrived at the disciples' square on time to gather. The instructor first checked everyone's control of the flying swords. Except for a few who were not very skilled, most of the cultivators were like Fang Yue and could control the flying swords as if it were their own arm.

However, Fang Yue could see several disciples with bruised faces and noses in the crowd. They must have ignored their instructor's advice and tried to fly with swords without permission yesterday. Judging from their bruised faces and noses, flying swords did not go smoothly.

The instructor must have noticed it, but he didn't say anything. After checking how well all the disciples were flying swords, he asked those disciples who were not so skilled in flying swords to continue practicing aside, and then began to explain the key points of flying swords to the other disciples.

Fang Yue listened to the instructor's explanation attentively. Flying with a sword was not difficult for cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but they had never tried it before, and it was easy for them to drop the flying sword due to various reasons when they tried it for the first time.

After the instructor finished explaining, he asked the disciples if they had any questions. Everyone shook their heads, so the instructor asked them to divide into groups of five and start trying to fly with swords.

The first group quickly stepped out and began to try. One by one, the disciples stood tremblingly on the flying sword and began to control it to fly. Soon, some of them lost their balance and fell down. The instructor quickly caught the fallen disciples and let them rest aside.

After one group of disciples finished practicing, it was time for the next group to move on. Soon it was Fang Yue's turn. She followed what the instructor had said before and first controlled the flying sword to stop in mid-air. Then she stepped on it, gathering spiritual power under her feet so that she and the flying sword fit closely together. Only then did she control the flying sword to move slowly.

She successfully turned a circle in the air and then returned to her original position. The other people in her group also succeeded and received satisfied praise from the instructor, who then stepped down and replaced them with another group.

After all the disciples had finished practicing, they entered into a new round of practice again. Perhaps because they had the instructor to back them up, all the disciples succeeded in flying with swords this time. All that was left was repetitive practice.

In this way, they practiced until dusk today, and the instructor let the disciples disperse. He also instructed that tomorrow would be the last day of the sword flying course, and if they felt they were proficient enough, they didn't have to come tomorrow.

On the second day, Fang Yue came to the Disciple Square again. Today, there were fewer people practicing flying swords in the square. Perhaps the words taught yesterday had worked.

Fang Yue also felt that he had basically mastered the elements of flying swords, but today was the last class, so it wouldn't hurt to practice one more day. Sure enough, today's practice was a little different from yesterday. When they were flying swords, the instructor would occasionally summon strong winds, heavy rain, and thunder and lightning to interfere.

At first, some disciples were not prepared and were disturbed and dropped their flying swords. The instructor then said that when training in the wild, the sky would not always be clear. Bad weather, monsters or enemy attacks could all be interference factors. You have to adapt to controlling the flying sword in a variety of different environments.

Everyone said yes, and continued to practice flying swords in various environments. After a day, everyone was in a rather awkward situation, but they were already able to dodge various attacks deftly.

After the instructor gave the order to disperse, Fang Yue quickly cast a cleansing spell on herself. With one spell, she regained the image of a cultivator with a sage-like demeanor. The disciples around her did the same as her. They smiled at each other tacitly before dispersing.

Afterwards, Fang Yue went to the trading hall. She had already learned how to fly with a sword, so it was time for her to buy a magic weapon. For the sake of convenience, the instructors chose to teach flying with a sword, but it did not mean that they could only fly swords.

Fang Yue didn't like flying swords, as the sword had a small landing point and no protection around it. When using it, one could only stand on the sword and couldn't even squat. Although it looked very cool, only those who used it knew the difference.

When traveling long distances, one has to stand for several hours in a row. Even if the practitioner has a strong physique, he cannot stand to maintain the same posture for several hours, and will inevitably suffer from back pain and weak legs. Of course, this discomfort can be relieved by circulating spiritual power a few more times, but mental fatigue cannot be relieved by spiritual power alone.

Therefore, Fang Yue wanted a more comfortable flying magic tool, preferably one that could fly without using his own spiritual power. With this purpose in mind, Fang Yue walked into the trading hall.

She went straight to the counter selling flying instruments. There was a kind-looking female monk in front of the counter. When she saw someone coming up, she immediately greeted them warmly:

"Junior sister wants to buy a flying magic weapon."