Vulkara soon arrived at the training ground on Selvara’s mountain peak, and the moment she arrived, she froze for a bit.

In the middle of the open ground, she could see Damian lying flat on his back.

One of his arms was twitching slightly, and he looked like someone who had just been beaten by a mountain.

Beside him stood Elder Selvara, calm as always, as if there were nothing strange about her disciple looking half-dead on the ground.

Vulkara stared at Damian for a few seconds, blinking. "Master?"

Damian weakly raised one hand. "Yo..."

Vulkara then grinned widely. "Wow. I just broke through and came here to ask for permission, but I didn’t expect to see my master lying on the ground like a dead fish."

Damian’s fingers trembled. "You little brat... show some respect to your master..."

Vulkara crossed her arms and laughed. "Respect? Master, you need to see your own condition first before talking about that."

Damian wanted to answer, but his body did not have the strength, so he could only close his eyes and mutter weakly, "Damn unfilial disciple."

Selvara glanced at him. "You still have energy to complain?"

Damian immediately shut his mouth.

Vulkara’s grin became even brighter when she saw that.

However, she quickly remembered why she had come here and immediately turned to Selvara before respectfully cupping her fists. "Grandmaster..."

Before she could speak further, Selvara directly cut her off and said, "So you have broken through, huh?"

Vulkara nodded. "Yes, Grandmaster. I have reached the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Selvara’s eyes moved over her for a moment before she gave a faint nod. "Good. Reaching this level means your foundation has stabilized enough to step onto the real path of cultivation."

Vulkara’s chest lifted slightly with pride, but she still tried her best to act polite. "Thank you, Grandmaster."

Selvara then asked, "And you want to go down the mountain?"

Vulkara nodded quickly. "Yes, Grandmaster."

Selvara looked at her. "For blacksmithing?"

Vulkara’s eyes brightened. "Yes. Master Damian said he already talked to the hall master there. He told me that if I went to the Blacksmith Hall and mentioned his name, they would know."

Selvara’s gaze slowly shifted toward Damian.

Damian was still lying on the ground like a corpse.

Selvara asked calmly, "Is that true?"

Damian raised his hand weakly and gave a small thumbs-up. "Yeah... I already talked to Hall Master Elder Garron."

Vulkara looked down at him with a smug face. "See? Even half-dead, Master is still useful."

Damian’s mouth twitched. "I heard that..."

Vulkara smiled innocently. "Good."

Selvara ignored their exchange and looked back at Vulkara. "If Elder Garron already agreed, then you may go."

Vulkara’s face lit up, and she immediately cupped her fists again. "Thank you, Grandmaster."

Selvara continued, "But remember, you are not going there to play. Blacksmithing requires patience, strength, control, and discipline. If Elder Garron accepts you, then learn properly."

Vulkara nodded seriously. "I understand."

Then she glanced at Damian again and grinned. "Master, I’ll go learn blacksmithing now. Try not to die before I come back."

Damian slowly opened one eye. "You really are becoming more and more disrespectful."

Vulkara laughed. "I learned from you."

Damian went silent.

For once, he had no way to argue.

Selvara looked at Damian, then at Vulkara, and said flatly, "Go."

Vulkara immediately straightened her posture. "Yes, Grandmaster."

After saying that, she turned and walked down the mountain with bright eyes and an excited smile.

Behind her, Damian remained on the ground, staring at the sky.

After a while, he muttered, "My disciple is getting cocky."

Selvara looked down at him calmly. "Right. After all, she is your disciple."

Damian paused for a moment before sighing deeply. "Yeah... that explains everything."

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Vulkara now followed the stone path down toward the main area after leaving Selvara’s mountain peak.

This was actually her first time walking around the sect, and even alone at that.

Before this, she had mostly stayed on Selvara’s mountain peak, cultivating quietly under Violetta’s guidance or watching Damian get beaten into the ground by Elder Selvara.

So when she finally stepped onto the wider sect road, Vulkara could not help but look around.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was huge.

Tall sword-shaped peaks rose into the clouds, flying swords occasionally flashed through the sky, and disciples in white and blue robes moved along the roads in groups.

Everywhere she looked, there was the sharp and proud feeling of a proper sword sect.

Vulkara crossed her arms and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad."

Compared to her previous life in the Great Flame Sect, this place felt much cleaner and far more orderly.

At least, no one immediately came over to mock her, block her path, or ask why a new disciple dared to walk around.

But unknown to her, a few disciples did glance at her because, after all, Vulkara was quite beautiful.

She had short red hair, sharp eyes, and a fierce aura that made her look wild and confident.

Even though her cultivation had only just reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, she did not look weak.

However, none of those disciples dared to do anything because of the token hanging on her chest.

They knew the symbol on the token showed that she was not an ordinary disciple but the disciple of a core disciple under an elder.

In other words, she was technically the grand-disciple of an elder, and it was not that rare for elders to have grand-disciples.

Some elders accepted direct disciples, and those disciples later accepted their own students. As long as the elder approved it, the sect would recognize that relationship.

Because of that, no one dared to disrespect Vulkara openly. Aside from that, she was also a beautiful woman.

In a place filled with sword-obsessed cultivators, a beautiful female cultivator naturally lightened the mood of those male cultivators somewhat.

Also, no one wanted to be the idiot who offended a beautiful grand-disciple of an elder for no reason.

So, for once, Vulkara walked through the sect without any trouble.

No arrogant young master appeared.

No jealous girl blocked her path.

Not even some random idiot asked her to know her place.

Everything was peaceful.

Vulkara blinked a few times, then suddenly smiled when she realized no stupid person had blocked her path. "Finally, a good sect life."

For someone like her, who had experienced being looked down on, ignored, and even targeted before, this simple peace felt strangely nice.