In the air, Mu Bing looked at the crowd of female disciples who were gawking at her for a moment before continuing to walk in her flight path. She couldn't understand why these people would waste their time like this instead of cultivating or increasing the proficiency of their battle skills.

She detested such people who wasted their time. However, her face remained as indifferent as ever.

Only after officially entering the Mystic Ice Sect through the grand gate did her indifferent face changed. She clenched her teeth in frustration and helplessness.

She looked at the thousands of female disciples who seemed to all glance at her while they start to yell. In the past, she could be prideful of her top disciple status and fly above the masses of disciples in the sect, but now, she could only hear the words 'maid' and 'Myria' ringing in her head like a curse.

Even though she was still a top disciple, her name became synonymous with a maid.

All of it was because she lost!

Mu Bing lost in a public setting to a new top disciple and that too miserably, cleanly, without being able even to give an excuse. She lost to that monster on the Grand Arctic Martial Arena, where the Mystic Ice Sect's younger generation battled out with their skills and cultivation.

She was utterly helpless in front of that icy might. She never thought that she would lose this easily to an opponent of equal cultivation base.

She never experienced a greater humiliation than this in her life. Initially, how could she just accept the challenge from a junior top disciple just like that?

They wagered.

It was fine at first if she just lost as it would just be a loss of face and a few Peak-Level Spirit Stones. However, when she stepped into the martial platform, the wager between them went like this: "Become my maid for a decade if I defeat you in a single move."

She had easily agreed since there was no way she would lose in a single move, but the result was entirely different than the one she imagined, causing her to eat her own words in the end. Still, how could she accept a fate like this?

She struck out a second move, but the next instant, she fainted! When she woke up, the only thing she knew was that she was declared a maid, her name becoming a laughing stock in the entire Mystic Ice Sect.

Mu Bing entered finally arrived at a certain hall within the icy castle and walked towards the platform. A woman who wore the same kind of robe as herself sat cross-legged and cultivated. She arrived in front of her and slightly bowed. Her lips quivered as her eyes shook, but she finally spoke, "Maid Mu Bing greets senior sister Myria..."

Fortunately, it seemed that this woman, known as just Myria, didn't seem to be the type to humiliate her.

"Senior sister? Shouldn't you... call me master?" A melodious yet teasing voice echoed.

Shiny white hair cascaded down her light and dark blue robe, reaching till her waist. Her gorgeous face possessed a smile on her face, which made her look as beautiful as Mu Bing, perhaps even more. She had this look of confidence, which made her gaze seem as if she was looking down on everything.

Mu Bing grit her teeth, "Don't go too far..."

Myria's pale yet rosy lips stirred, "No matter... What about the errand I've given you?"

"Yes, I have collected the ingredients which senior sister had told me to procure."

A spatial ring shot towards Myria.

Myria slightly waved her hand and collected the spatial ring before binding it. Her eyes slightly narrowed for a moment before she nodded, "Seems like you had no luck with the Everstone Monument Bead..."

..."Yes, senior sister. I apologize..." Mu Bing's face remained indifferent, but her voice changed.

She spoke as if she was in deep regret, but inwardly she harrumphed.

"What else have you found out from your trip? What about the Nine Eastern Territories Young Expert Competition's rewards?"

Mu Bing frowned on hearing her indifference but still spoke, "It is confirmed that the Thousand Pill Palace is giving out their Law Tree Fruit for the top five."

"Ah, it seems that it ended up being worth to keep myself within the Peak-Level Law Manifestation Stage!" Myria exclaimed.

But Mu Bing's eyes twitched on hearing her nonsense. It sounded as if Myria could've entered the Law Dominion Stage whenever she wanted, but it also made sense.

'Hmph! I can also enter the Law Dominion Stage, but if I were to enter now without a better foundation and better insights, I'd end up making a trash domain.' Mu Bing reasoned and justified herself.

For this reason alone, many geniuses at least waited till a hundred to reach the Law Dominion Stage. It is so that they have enough time to comprehend and consolidate their laws to form an impeccable domain!

However, Mu Bing became confused. It wasn't as if Law Dominion Stage Cultivators below a hundred years of age were barred from the competition, so she couldn't understand why Myria said that. Besides, the Law Tree Fruit was used by Eighth Stage Experts to comprehend better laws while also giving them the best chance to break through to the Ninth Stage.

What use could the current Myria have with the Law Tree Fruit? She mused that she was planning to hoard the Law Tree Fruit upon entering the competition's top five.

She didn't know that she missed the point. It wasn't that Myria wanted to hoard the Law Tree Fruit so that she could later use it, but she wanted to form a perfect domain that would let her be invisible within the same stage, and further consolidate her foundation!

'With the Law Tree Fruit, I can make produce a perfect domain with a ninety-five percent chance. My foundation is already at unblemished. If I could make it perfect, my foundation would reach the limit, making me uncontested at the same stage!' Myria's eyes lit up.

But a moment later, she snorted, "Ellia, because of you, my temperament has changed."

"Heh..." A chuckle came out, echoing in her soul sea, "Who told you to take over my body? You reap what you sow..."

"It's inevitable. Besides, don't say that as if you don't know what would happen if we assimilate..." Myria shook her head, "Isn't that why I'm on the lookout for a method to separate our souls?"

"Hmph! In that case, why haven't we even encountered a single soul technique that can help us separate our souls?" Ellia retorted.

"What can I do about this? This world is so backward that it doesn't even have proper soul techniques..." Myria wryly replied.

Ellia was about to retort again, but she didn't say anything in the end. The figure of a man standing on the platform with another woman flashed past her mind, making her feel nostalgic. She wanted to see, but she was unable to go back.

"Can you stop thinking about him? Whatever you think or feel, I'll know about it in the next second."

"Same to you..." Ellia ignored.

Myria sighed, feeling helpless.

At this time, the door behind them opened, and an extremely beautiful figure walked into the hall, with ample curves unabated, swelling below her neck, imperceptibly bouncing with each step she made.

Mu Bing became nervous that someone was going to see her be subservient to Myria, but looking at the other party's visage, she exclaimed, "Sect Master!"