Just as the crowd before the mountain gates gradually swelled.
Chu Ming had also concealed herself among the crowd without drawing attention.
She was now practically invisible in the Formless Divine Sect.
From top to bottom, almost everyone on Formless Divine Mountain was deliberately or unconsciously shunning and ignoring her, while Chu Ming herself kept her light hidden and bided her time.
Lately, whenever she entered or left Formless Divine Mountain, she not only covered her face but even went without Dao Attendants or followers.
Previously, she had risked assassination even by stepping outside the gates. Now, even when she traveled tens of thousands of miles away, no one paid her any attention.
Chu Ming was glad of it.
As long as Formless Divine Mountain did not expel her from the sect, she would quietly reap her fortune and learn everything she could.
She had already changed her Cultivation Body and could no longer study her family's martial arts. Only the Formless Art and the Yazi Saber offered her a way forward.
Chu Ming was still a Yazi Candidate. In theory, she still had a chance of mastering the first level of the Divine-Intent Death-Touching Saber.
The difficulty lay in earning the Merit to exchange for its cultivation method.
The Imperial Court's resources were now all being directed toward Qin Xiyan. Chu Ming had no choice but to rely on herself, desperately completing the various missions issued by the Formless Divine Sect's Outer Affairs Hall.
These missions were usually extremely dangerous and required venturing deep into the bitterly cold lands of the North.
Simply because none of the easy, straightforward ones ever fell to her.
In less than two months, Chu Ming's once-delicate face, which seemed it might break at a touch, had become weathered by wind and frost, and