Zi Yue slowly lowered her head respectfully while kneeling atop Clayne’s palm, and despite the exhaustion written all over her pale face, there was now a faint excitement hidden within her eyes that had not existed earlier.

"Senior Deity..."

Her voice became calmer now.

"When I clashed against the Blood Soul Sovereign’s soul inside my spirit sea, our consciousnesses collided countless times. His memories poured endlessly into my mind while he attempted suppressing my soul."

Zi Yue slowly inhaled while spiritual Qi continued flowing weakly around her injured body.

"At first, I only received fragments. Broken memories. Incomplete thoughts. But when his soul finally exploded apart beneath the pressure of the Divine Water, those shattered memories completely scattered into my consciousness."

Her eyes lowered slightly.

"I obtained knowledge regarding countless things."

Clayne quietly listened.

Zi Yue continued softly.

"I saw cultivation manuals from ancient sects."

"I saw demonic rituals."

"I saw maps leading toward forbidden ruins."

"I saw techniques regarding sword cultivation, soul cultivation, body refinement, and spiritual formations."

Her voice slowly became steadier while explaining.

"The Blood Soul Sovereign lived for hundreds of thousands of years. During that time, he traveled through kingdoms, secret realms, sects, forbidden valleys, ancient tombs, and battlefields abandoned by powerful cultivators."

"He experienced countless life and death battles."

"He fought righteous sects."

"He escaped heavenly pursuits."

"He entered dangerous inheritances."

"He refined spiritual treasures."

"He stole cultivation methods."

Zi Yue slowly looked upward toward Clayne.

"And all those memories..."

"...became fragmented knowledge inside my mind."

The more she explained, the more shocked Clayne became internally.

Zi Yue continued.

"I now know many cultivation realms more clearly than before."

"I understand how Nascent Soul cultivators perceive spiritual Qi."

"I understand how Core Formation experts condense spiritual essence."

"I understand why some cultivators fail their breakthroughs and destroy themselves."

Her voice became quieter again.

"I even obtained memories regarding spiritual beasts and rare bloodlines."

"There are beasts born capable of controlling lightning."

"Beasts capable of manipulating dreams."

"Ancient creatures sleeping beneath oceans."

"There are mountains made entirely from spirit stones."

"There are sects floating above clouds."

"There are forbidden regions where even Nascent Soul cultivators disappear permanently."

Zi Yue’s eyes reflected faint amazement while speaking.

"Before this... I only knew the world around my sect."

"But now..."

She slowly exhaled.

"The cultivation world inside my mind became unimaginably vast."

Clayne genuinely became happy listening to all this.

Because this meant...

He no longer needed to slowly discover everything himself blindly.

Zi Yue already possessed fragments of an old monster’s knowledge.

That alone was practically a treasure.

So Clayne pretended to smile calmly toward her.

"That means..."

He slowly nodded.

"...I can see more wonderful things about immortal cultivation."

Zi Yue immediately lowered her head respectfully again.

"Yes, Senior Deity."

"This junior will humbly show all of them to Senior."

Her voice sounded sincere.

"And it was also because of Senior that I obtained those opportunities."

Clayne nodded thoughtfully afterward.

Then suddenly—

Zi Yue’s expression brightened slightly again.

"Most importantly..."

Her voice carried excitement now.

"I inherited the fighting instincts of the Blood Soul Sovereign."

Clayne blinked slightly.

"Fighting instincts?"

Zi Yue nodded rapidly.

"Yes, Senior!"

"Not merely memories."

"It feels as though battle itself became engraved into my body."

Her breathing became slightly faster while explaining.

"When I move spiritual Qi now, my body naturally understands how to react."

"When danger approaches, instinctively I already know how to counterattack."

"When I hold a sword, it feels completely different from before."

Zi Yue slowly clenched her hand.

"I can feel battle experience accumulated across centuries flowing naturally through my instincts."

Her eyes shone faintly.

"With this..."

"I can save the junior disciples of the Silent Sword Sect far more easily."

Her voice became increasingly emotional.

"If there are still survivors..."

"I can protect them."

"I can fight stronger enemies."

"I can survive."

Zi Yue continued speaking excitedly nonstop.

"Even ordinary techniques feel completely transformed now!"

"I can see flaws in movements instinctively!"

"I understand how experienced cultivators think during combat!"

"I—"

"First heal yourself."

Clayne interrupted calmly.

Zi Yue immediately paused.

Then slowly lowered her head.

"Yes, Senior."

Clayne carefully dipped his finger into the sink water before lowering droplets around Zi Yue inside the miniature world.

The moment the water scattered nearby—Spiritual Qi instantly surged around her.

Zi Yue immediately closed her eyes while absorbing it desperately.

The surrounding grasses glowed faintly while spiritual mist gathered around her weakened body.

But before she fully entered cultivation—

Clayne suddenly spoke again.

"Wait."

Zi Yue reopened her eyes immediately.

"Yes, Senior?"

Clayne looked toward her thoughtfully.

"Before healing completely..."

"Show me how to cultivate toward the Fourth Stage."

"And the Fifth."

His curiosity clearly grew stronger now.

"Actually..."

Clayne narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Show me until the Tenth Stage."

Zi Yue immediately nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Senior Deity."

Without hesitation, she produced a small ring from her storage belongings before placing it carefully before herself.

Several faintly glowing jade slips appeared from within.

Each carried traces of spiritual Qi.

Meanwhile, Clayne suddenly added again,

"And Martial Skills too."

His eyes reflected obvious curiosity.

"I want to know how cultivators actually fight."

Zi Yue nodded again.

"This junior understands."

But then Clayne added one more thing.

"The stronger the better."

His voice sounded interested now.

"Especially techniques from the memories you absorbed."

Suddenly—Zi Yue paused awkwardly.

Then unexpectedly...

She began stuttering slightly.

"S... Senior..."

Her expression became embarrassed.

"For now..."

"I cannot fully access those deeper memories and transfer them into spiritual items."

Clayne blinked.

"What do you mean?"

Zi Yue lowered her head apologetically.

"The memories inside my soul remain fragmented and unstable."

"I can recall many things mentally..."

"But I cannot yet organize and transfer advanced inheritances properly."

She looked genuinely regretful.

"Perhaps in the future, after stabilizing my cultivation and soul completely and reaching the requirement realm, I may accomplish it."

Clayne thought briefly before asking again.

"Then what do you have now?"

Zi Yue immediately answered respectfully.

"I possess the cultivation techniques and cultivation spells of the Silent Sword Sect."

Her voice became calmer while explaining further.

"Our sect specialized primarily in sword cultivation and movement techniques."

"We focused on speed, precision, spiritual sword control, and offensive killing techniques."

"There are breathing methods for gathering spiritual Qi."

"Methods for cleansing meridians."

"Foundation Establishment circulation techniques."

"There are also sword movement arts capable of strengthening physical reactions and spiritual control."

Zi Yue carefully gestured toward the jade slips.

"The Silent Sword Sect also possessed martial movement techniques allowing cultivators to move lightly across terrain and evade attacks."

"There are body strengthening exercises."

"There are qi projection methods."

"There are sword resonance skills."

She lowered her head respectfully.

"Although our sect cannot compare to ancient holy lands or Nascent Soul sects, our inheritance remains stable and safe."

"We never cultivated dangerous demonic techniques."

Listening to this, Clayne slowly nodded.

"Alright."

"That will do."

Immediately afterward, Zi Yue slowly removed a small sword from her belongings.

Then she sat upright and closed her eyes completely.

The surrounding spiritual Qi instantly gathered toward her body once more.

Wind lightly moved around her.

The grasses beneath her feet bent gently.

Then—Zi Yue pressed her finger lightly against the sword.

Spiritual Qi surged outward from her body continuously into the weapon.

The sword gradually glowed brighter and brighter.

Yet as the process continued...

Zi Yue’s face suddenly became paler.

Then—

"Cough...!"

She violently spat out a massive amount of blood.

The sword almost slipped from her grasp.

Still...

She continued forcing spiritual Qi into it.

Finally—

The glow stabilized.

Zi Yue weakly lifted her head afterward.

"Senior..."

Her voice sounded exhausted.

"...It is done."

She carefully presented the glowing sword respectfully.

"All Senior Deity must do..."

"...is break the sword."

Clayne immediately looked concerned.

"Are you alright?"

The moment he asked—

Zi Yue’s cultivation aura suddenly weakened violently.

Her Core Formation pressure rapidly collapsed downward.

Foundation Establishment.

Peak Foundation Establishment.

Then it stabilized there weakly.

Clayne immediately frowned harder.

"You dropped realms?"

Zi Yue weakly nodded.

"Senior Deity..."

Her breathing became uneven again.

"I must leave now."

Her eyes reflected worry.

"I need to save the junior disciples of the Silent Sword Sect if there are still survivors remaining."

Clayne became even more concerned now.

"Will you actually be alright?"

Zi Yue slowly raised her head again.

This time...

Confidence appeared inside her eyes.

"I am confident."

Her voice remained weak physically, yet mentally it sounded incredibly steady.

"I defeated the master of the demonic sect."

"I inherited fragments of his memories."

"His instincts."

"His battle experience."

"His fighting prowess."

Zi Yue slowly clenched her hand again.

"Even though my cultivation returned to Foundation Establishment..."

"...my understanding of combat no longer belongs to this realm."

Her eyes slowly sharpened.

"My battle instincts now resemble those of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator."

The moment those words entered Clayne’s ears—

His eyes immediately sparkled brightly.