Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

There was nothing of great importance, but he remembered that different moon mists had appeared during the disciple-acceptance ceremony. Even if it was his destiny, he had to be careful, as it might cause some trouble. He had to keep an eye on things, and in order not to alert her, he could only call her over. It wasn't because he couldn't control his feelings and wanted to see her.

He carefully put away the jade token, straightened his sleeves, and spoke in a cool, clear voice, instructing her, "The sect's grand competition is in two months. Disciples from Nanmenxia can participate to hone their skills. The prize for the top three winners is the opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb and choose a natal sword."

Yuewu Xinjue felt the same way. Entering Jianfeng meant learning swordsmanship, and you couldn't do without a good sword. She didn't need to worry about the two of them not getting a ranking. One was a villain and the other was the male lead, and their luck was better than the other's. If they didn't get a ranking, she would wonder if she had chosen the wrong people.

Xuan Du continued, "The Qionghuang Secret Realm will open next year. You have just advanced to the Golden Core stage, so you should consolidate your cultivation now. There may be other opportunities when you enter the Secret Realm."

This time, it was Moon Mist's turn to be stunned. The Jade Wilderness Secret Realm? That sounds so familiar.

66 jumped in to remind her, 'Misty, that's the secret realm where the villain framed the original owner. Misty, be careful, the villain might make a move soon.'

She hadn't expected things to progress so quickly; a crucial moment was about to occur in a year, but she wouldn't let Han Ziyan succeed.

Waving goodbye to Xuan Du, he got up and went to a new location. With a smile in his eyes, Xuan Du repeated Yue Wu's words, his voice low and charming, "Goodbye... that's a nice word."

Moon Mist jogged all the way to her courtyard, thankfully her tempered body made the distance easy.

She walked around her exquisite and beautiful courtyard and came to a rather ordinary and monotonous house on the side, which was the residence of Han Ziyan and Ji Ci.

"I don't want to! Master, please don't force me!"

A male voice roared with obvious resistance, and Han Ziyan quickly recognized that it was his senior brother with an abnormal brain circuit.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Master? Moon Mist has arrived?

Could it be that this loving master and disciple have broken up? That would be truly hilarious; he'd love to go out and see what happens.

Peeking out cautiously, I watched the two who seemed to be arguing. They were standing under the only willow tree in front of the courtyard, the willow branches swaying in the breeze, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, exuding a subtle air of ambiguity.

She raised an eyebrow, even more intrigued. Could it be that she couldn't win him over, so she switched targets and chose a fool?

Ji Ci reacted unusually strongly, unlike his usual naive self, while Yue Wu remained calm, even showing some anger at his lack of ambition.

Han Ziyan's curiosity was even stronger; the fact that these two reacted this way made him even more curious about what Yuewu had done.

Moon Mist stirred, crossing her arms and leaning slightly forward, her voice accusatory, "Is it really not possible? Can't it be done for my sake? People always have to know how to break through their own limitations."

When Ji Ci realized that he had yelled at his respected master, he lowered his head in shame. After hearing Yue Wu's words of concern for him, he dared not raise his head.

The humiliation he suffered back then made him give up cooking, and the incomprehension of everyone and the scolding from his parents left a deep shadow in his heart.

He knew that if he wanted to continue on the path of cultivation, he had to overcome his inner demons, but he always subconsciously avoided this problem, and secretly hoped that day would come later.

"It's okay, it's not your fault that this problem occurred, but it's a real pity that your abilities were wasted. Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

These words dealt a heavy blow to Ji Ci. Yes, he was never wrong. The ones who were wrong were those mad demonic cultivators. Why should he be bound by them until now?

His expression softened as he carefully considered the matter. After all, so much time had passed, and he wondered if his skills had been lost. He was concerned about whether he would disappoint his master if he didn't do a good job.

Seeing his hesitation, Yuewu felt that adding fuel to the fire would help him regain his sense of self and become radiant again.

Ji Ci excitedly grasped Yue Wu's hand, her eyes glistening with a pitiful look that softened Yue Wu's heart. Oh well, take it slow. In any case, the male lead will eventually gain enlightenment and break through his mental barriers.

If I keep talking, I'm afraid I'll make the child cry.

Before she could speak, she heard the aggrieved-looking man in front of her say, "I've understood, Master. Life is like a series of mountains. We, the people of this world, must cross one mountain after another, navigating through mud while gazing at the blooming flowers on the mountainside. I think I've come to terms with it. Thank you for your enlightenment, Master."

Yuewu thought he was very enlightened, and that she could help him overcome his inner conflict with a few words. She was happy but also afraid of being exposed, so she pursed her lips, revealing her dimples, which were sweet, soft and charming.

Han Ziyan huddled in the corner, too afraid to approach. He could only hear a muffled conversation—something about insights, a bunch of nonsense. Sometimes he didn't believe it; only a fool like Ji Ci would.

He stared straight at the two of them, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. Whether he was mocking their naivety or marveling at their mutual concern, only he knew the answer.

With the most important problem solved, the next question came up. Yuewu asked Jici if Han Ziyan was inside. Jici happily volunteered to go and call him, but Han Ziyan, who was in the corner, jumped up, tiptoed, and hurriedly leaped out of the window to avoid meeting Jici. Even after entering the house, his heart was still pounding. He leaned against the door, catching his breath, and waited for Jici to knock.

Ji Ci walked around the backyard and came to Han Ziyan's door. Finding nothing unusual, she gently reminded him, "Junior Brother Han, Master is here and is looking for you."

Han Ziyan immediately opened the door, greeted them with a smile, and pulled Ji Ci out together, prompting Ji Ci to exclaim in a tone of "my son has grown up," "Junior Brother Han has also grown up. He doesn't argue with Master anymore. He has made progress."

As he spoke, he patted Han Ziyan's shoulder to encourage her. Han Ziyan pouted and said, "Master? I never see her, and I've never seen her teach me anything. Only Ji Ci, that idiot, would listen to Yue Wu like that."

The reason they're being approached at the same time must be because of the sect competition that's all the rage in the sect right now. With his strength, taking first place would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

However, the prizes for this year's competition haven't been announced yet, which he's really looking forward to.

Upon seeing the two standing in formation, Yuewu immediately announced that the sect competition was about to begin, urging them to participate actively, and even surprised them by revealing the competition prizes.

"This time, the prize is Sword Tomb One-Man Tour, where you can choose a spirit sword based on your talent."

Han Ziyan's eyes lit up upon hearing this; he was very interested in the reward, something he hadn't expected at all.

It also reminded him of a legend he had heard five hundred years ago: during the five hundred-year war, a demon general wielded the Zhan Yun Sword and was invincible. Unfortunately, he was defeated by Xuan Du, and his sword disappeared without a trace. The legend said that it was taken by the Qingyun Sect, so it is very likely that it was placed in the Sword Tomb.

But no one knew that the Zhan Yun Sword was originally forged by the demon race, and then it accidentally fell into the hands of a demon general, which is why it became famous. With this sword, his strength will definitely reach a new level.

Unable to suppress his thoughts, he immediately spoke up after Yuewu finished speaking.

"Master, your disciple is willing to participate!"