Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 133: The Trials of Mu Qingling: A Path to Redemption"

Chapter 133: The Trials of Mu Qingling: A Path to Redemption"

"Master, you can stay here."

In a dilapidated courtyard, Mu Qingling said with some embarrassment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give Feng Yuan a better place, but this was all she had left.

Ever since the incident with Lin Yun’er, Mu Qingling had faced disdain from the Mu family. Many in the clan accused her of never having should have defeated Lin Yun’er in the first place. This caused her status to plummet. Not only was she stripped of her position as a direct descendant, but even her living quarters were worse than the servants’.

This situation had also affected her parents. Although they had served as elders of the family, they were demoted to mere branch supervisors. However, due to their many contributions to the Mu family, they weren’t treated as harshly as Mu Qingling herself.

But Mu Qingling bore no resentment. She had brought trouble to the Mu family, so she accepted her punishment. Yet, deep inside, she still felt unwilling.

When Lin Yun’er had initially challenged her, the Mu family had urged her to teach Lin Yun’er a lesson. However, when repercussions arose later, the family shifted the blame entirely onto her.

At the time, Mu Qingling had suggested keeping a low profile and securing a narrow victory or a draw, but the Mu family had insisted that she use her full strength to defeat Lin Yun’er. While her victory indeed gained attention, it also invited retaliation.

Feng Yuan glanced around but didn’t mind the environment. Though the courtyard was rundown, it was clean, giving him a tranquil, farm-like atmosphere.

"Alright, this place will do," Feng Yuan said casually before asking, "You practice swordsmanship?"

Mu Qingling nodded. "Yes."

"Show me," Feng Yuan said.

Hearing this, Mu Qingling’s face lit up with excitement. Is the test starting already?

But soon, her expression turned solemn. She knew she had to perform well. Her future and that of her family hinged on whether or not Feng Yuan would take her as his disciple. If she failed to impress him, everything would be lost.

Stepping into the center of the courtyard, Mu Qingling didn’t unsheathe her sword. If she unleashed her full power here, the courtyard would likely be destroyed. Instead, she projected her sword intent.

Her eyes gleamed with confidence. Among the younger generation in the Cangyun Empire, if she claimed to be the best, no one would dare say they were second.

Mu Qingling also had a slight desire to prove herself.

After preparing herself, Mu Qingling unleashed a strong sword intent from within. It flowed like water, but at times surged like a roaring tidal wave, carrying a terrifying power.

It felt as if it were calm one moment and violently aggressive the next.

This sword strike could even pose a threat to an average cultivator in the Level 4 late-layer.

Feng Yuan nodded slightly. "Did you come up with this on your own?"

Mu Qingling’s sword intent seemed raw, and it hadn’t fully formed yet, so he suspected that she had created it herself.

Proudly, Mu Qingling answered, "Yes, Master. I developed it myself."

Being able to craft one’s own sword technique was an impressive feat, something even some Level 6 experts struggled to achieve. For Mu Qingling to accomplish this at such a young age was a testament to her great talent.

Feng Yuan calmly stood up, his expression unchanged. "Now, use that technique on me."

Mu Qingling was momentarily stunned but quickly cupped her hands in respect.

"Please, Master, guide me!"

With a steady breath, she gathered her strength and, like a tidal wave, unleashed her sword technique toward Feng Yuan.

However, Feng Yuan didn’t counterattack. Instead, he merely sidestepped, casually evading her strike. His speed wasn’t particularly fast, seemingly matching that of a Level 4 cultivator, yet he still easily dodged the blow.

Just as the attack was about to strike the house, Feng Yuan waved his hand, and the energy dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Turning away, Feng Yuan said plainly, "You show promise, having developed a technique at your age. But the practicality of this move is limited. Against those with real battle experience, it may not be very effective."

Hearing this, Mu Qingling’s heart sank. She knew she had failed this small test.

If Feng Yuan knew what was going through her mind, he might have chuckled. He hadn’t intended to test her in the first place. Their meeting was pure chance, and he simply wanted to give her some advice.

If he were seeking disciples based purely on talent, he could easily find many in Ancient Revival City, where prodigies were abundant. That city’s growth in recent years had been rapid, and it had even produced several cultivators with sacred bodies, individuals far beyond Mu Qingling’s abilities.

Back when Feng Yuan lived in Myriad Demons city , he had reached the peak of the Level 3 at age nineteen, despite the family’s struggles and limited resources. With better conditions, he could have reached the early Level 4 by that age.

Compared to that, Mu Qingling’s talent was only slightly better than his had been, but within the Eastern Region, she wouldn’t even be considered a true genius.

At most, she had the strength to challenge those in lower stages, but winning those battles wouldn’t be easy.

Before long, Mu Qingling shook off her disappointment. Her gaze firm, she asked,

"Master, how can I fix the flaws in this technique?"

Whether or not Feng Yuan would ultimately take her as his disciple was uncertain, but while he was here, she wanted to absorb as much knowledge as possible.

Feng Yuan didn’t respond with words. Instead, he waved his hand, sending a sword intent toward Mu Qingling, mimicking her earlier strike.

Mu Qingling’s eyes narrowed. She quickly reacted, dodging in the same way Feng Yuan had earlier.

The result was almost the same: she easily evaded the strike.

But then, the sword intent seemed to have a life of its own, circling back toward her, attacking from behind.

What?!

Mu Qingling’s face filled with shock. How could the sword intent change direction?

This was beyond her understanding—an attack that had already been launched could still lock onto its target?

The sword intent halted just before hitting her, slowly dissipating.

Feng Yuan’s voice was calm as he explained, "It’s not that surprising. Any cultivator with a higher level of control can manipulate their power in this way."

"If your attacks are no longer under your control once they are released, that power could even backfire against you."

Feng Yuan’s words rang true. The ability to lock onto an enemy was a basic skill.

Higher-level cultivators could easily guide their powerful attacks to hit their target.

Even among cultivators of the same level, one’s spiritual energy could travel faster than the body itself. So, no matter how fast one tried to run, escaping a skilled opponent was nearly impossible.

"Master, you can stay here."

In a dilapidated courtyard, Mu Qingling said with some embarrassment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give Feng Yuan a better place, but this was all she had left.

Ever since the incident with Lin Yun’er, Mu Qingling had faced disdain from the Mu family. Many in the clan accused her of never having should have defeated Lin Yun’er in the first place. This caused her status to plummet. Not only was she stripped of her position as a direct descendant, but even her living quarters were worse than the servants’.

This situation had also affected her parents. Although they had served as elders of the family, they were demoted to mere branch supervisors. However, due to their many contributions to the Mu family, they weren’t treated as harshly as Mu Qingling herself.

But Mu Qingling bore no resentment. She had brought trouble to the Mu family, so she accepted her punishment. Yet, deep inside, she still felt unwilling.

When Lin Yun’er had initially challenged her, the Mu family had urged her to teach Lin Yun’er a lesson. However, when repercussions arose later, the family shifted the blame entirely onto her.

At the time, Mu Qingling had suggested keeping a low profile and securing a narrow victory or a draw, but the Mu family had insisted that she use her full strength to defeat Lin Yun’er. While her victory indeed gained attention, it also invited retaliation.

Feng Yuan glanced around but didn’t mind the environment. Though the courtyard was rundown, it was clean, giving him a tranquil, farm-like atmosphere.

"Alright, this place will do," Feng Yuan said casually before asking, "You practice swordsmanship?"

Mu Qingling nodded. "Yes."

"Show me," Feng Yuan said.

Hearing this, Mu Qingling’s face lit up with excitement. Is the test starting already?

But soon, her expression turned solemn. She knew she had to perform well. Her future and that of her family hinged on whether or not Feng Yuan would take her as his disciple. If she failed to impress him, everything would be lost.

Stepping into the center of the courtyard, Mu Qingling didn’t unsheathe her sword. If she unleashed her full power here, the courtyard would likely be destroyed. Instead, she projected her sword intent.

Her eyes gleamed with confidence. Among the younger generation in the Cangyun Empire, if she claimed to be the best, no one would dare say they were second.

Mu Qingling also had a slight desire to prove herself.

After preparing herself, Mu Qingling unleashed a strong sword intent from within. It flowed like water, but at times surged like a roaring tidal wave, carrying a terrifying power.

It felt as if it were calm one moment and violently aggressive the next.

This sword strike could even pose a threat to an average cultivator in the Level 4 late-layer.

Feng Yuan nodded slightly. "Did you come up with this on your own?"

Mu Qingling’s sword intent seemed raw, and it hadn’t fully formed yet, so he suspected that she had created it herself.

Proudly, Mu Qingling answered, "Yes, Master. I developed it myself."

Being able to craft one’s own sword technique was an impressive feat, something even some Level 6 experts struggled to achieve. For Mu Qingling to accomplish this at such a young age was a testament to her great talent.

Feng Yuan calmly stood up, his expression unchanged. "Now, use that technique on me."

Mu Qingling was momentarily stunned but quickly cupped her hands in respect.

"Please, Master, guide me!"

With a steady breath, she gathered her strength and, like a tidal wave, unleashed her sword technique toward Feng Yuan.

However, Feng Yuan didn’t counterattack. Instead, he merely sidestepped, casually evading her strike. His speed wasn’t particularly fast, seemingly matching that of a Level 4 cultivator, yet he still easily dodged the blow.

Just as the attack was about to strike the house, Feng Yuan waved his hand, and the energy dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Turning away, Feng Yuan said plainly, "You show promise, having developed a technique at your age. But the practicality of this move is limited. Against those with real battle experience, it may not be very effective."

Hearing this, Mu Qingling’s heart sank. She knew she had failed this small test.

If Feng Yuan knew what was going through her mind, he might have chuckled. He hadn’t intended to test her in the first place. Their meeting was pure chance, and he simply wanted to give her some advice.

If he were seeking disciples based purely on talent, he could easily find many in Ancient Revival City, where prodigies were abundant. That city’s growth in recent years had been rapid, and it had even produced several cultivators with sacred bodies, individuals far beyond Mu Qingling’s abilities.

Back when Feng Yuan lived in Myriad Demons city , he had reached the peak of the Level 3 at age nineteen, despite the family’s struggles and limited resources. With better conditions, he could have reached the early Level 4 by that age.

Compared to that, Mu Qingling’s talent was only slightly better than his had been, but within the Eastern Region, she wouldn’t even be considered a true genius.

At most, she had the strength to challenge those in lower stages, but winning those battles wouldn’t be easy.

Before long, Mu Qingling shook off her disappointment. Her gaze firm, she asked,

"Master, how can I fix the flaws in this technique?"

Whether or not Feng Yuan would ultimately take her as his disciple was uncertain, but while he was here, she wanted to absorb as much knowledge as possible.

Feng Yuan didn’t respond with words. Instead, he waved his hand, sending a sword intent toward Mu Qingling, mimicking her earlier strike.

Mu Qingling’s eyes narrowed. She quickly reacted, dodging in the same way Feng Yuan had earlier.

The result was almost the same: she easily evaded the strike.

But then, the sword intent seemed to have a life of its own, circling back toward her, attacking from behind.

What?!

Mu Qingling’s face filled with shock. How could the sword intent change direction?

This was beyond her understanding—an attack that had already been launched could still lock onto its target?

The sword intent halted just before hitting her, slowly dissipating.

Feng Yuan’s voice was calm as he explained, "It’s not that surprising. Any cultivator with a higher level of control can manipulate their power in this way."

"If your attacks are no longer under your control once they are released, that power could even backfire against you."

Feng Yuan’s words rang true. The ability to lock onto an enemy was a basic skill.

Higher-level cultivators could easily guide their powerful attacks to hit their target.

Even among cultivators of the same level, one’s spiritual energy could travel faster than the body itself. So, no matter how fast one tried to run, escaping a skilled opponent was nearly impossible.