Chapter 1160 - 384: Innate Sword Bone

He needed to use his words to guide Mu Cheng through channeling the profound esoteric skill. If all went smoothly, she would remain completely unconscious throughout the entire process—essentially acting as a human puppet—because all her focus would be hyper-fixated on the sword.

This required her to have absolute trust in Su Yue. The hypnosis practiced in the Divine Land in the past actually shared a similar underlying principle. If she successfully refined the Creation Sword, she wouldn’t even be aware of the process; it would merely feel as though she had a long dream.

This was an unorthodox method. If one wanted to seriously study combat tactics, such a shortcut was strictly forbidden. Furthermore, it wasn’t easy by any means.

First of all, the demands placed on Su Yue were exceptionally high. Under normal circumstances, this was a way for elders to help their juniors cheat. However, Su Yue was a freak of nature, which was the only reason he dared to attempt it.

Additionally, the pressure on Mu Cheng was immense. Without extraordinary talent on her part, not even an Immortal could make this succeed.

"Let’s give it a try, Mu Cheng. We can do this," Su Yue said, nodding his head. This was the fastest method available.

"Mhm, I believe in you," Mu Cheng replied. She knew exactly what Su Yue was going to do, so she nodded firmly as well. This was a massive challenge, but she was confident.

Beside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, Mu Cheng sat quietly with Su Yue seated right behind her.

She wore a pair of large, over-ear headphones. This piece of top-tier technology from the Divine Land provided ultimate noise cancellation. Su Yue not only wore headphones but also had a microphone positioned by his mouth. These were highly mature technologies; the only difference between military and civilian versions lay in the level of information security.

Su Yue held Mu Cheng’s phone in his hand.

To others, this esoteric skill was incredibly complex, but in Su Yue’s eyes, it wasn’t all that difficult. In fact, it was quite ordinary. Furthermore, this esoteric text appeared to be written in Yan Dongyan’s style, which made Su Yue even more familiar with it. Due to the matter of slaughtering the Grandmaster Chain, Su Yue and Yan Dongyan could technically be considered to have a teacher-student relationship.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

A few minutes later, a faint layer of cyan mist floated around the surface of Mu Cheng’s body. This was the Gang Qi gathered by her Qi Blood.

At the same time, the Creation Sword, which had been laid flat on the ground, unexpectedly levitated and trembled in the air with a faint hum.

Not far away, countless Wuda Students observed the scene. Many of them didn’t understand what Su Yue and Mu Cheng were doing; they simply had an instinctive feeling that the two were incredibly formidable. However, there were also some experts, or more knowledgeable Martial Artists, who recognized that the pair was engaging in cooperative cultivation.

Without a doubt, this was the most difficult method of cultivation. It would be one thing if one of the parties involved was a Grandmaster. But Su Yue and Mu Cheng were both only at Rank Four. This scene looked like an absolute fairy tale. What was even more terrifying than a fairy tale, however, was that the two of them were actually succeeding. It felt as if they were watching a myth come to life!

Mu Jingliang smiled and nodded, a deeply satisfied expression on his face. With such an outstanding son-in-law, what else could he possibly regret?

Ban Rongchen, on the other hand, furrowed his brows.

He had heard Xueyang describe the prophecy of the Bihui Cave, which claimed that the human race of Earth were the Outer Realm Demons destined to destroy the Wet Realm. At first, Ban Rongchen had thought Xueyang was possessed and spouting delusional ravings. But watching the rapid growth of this younger generation, Ban Rongchen actually found himself starting to believe Xueyang’s nonsense.

If Grandmasters could emerge straight out of Wuda, then the Divine Land’s future apex experts would undoubtedly be far more numerous than they were now. Completely annihilating the alien races was absolutely not an empty threat. At the very least, this generation of youths had already far surpassed the young aliens of the Wet Realm. This gap might not be obvious now, but it would become increasingly apparent as time went on.

BUZZ!

Suddenly, the trembling Creation Sword in the air sharply turned, its tip pointing directly at Mu Cheng’s heart.

"Phew, the most critical moment is here," Su Yue said as he slowly let out a breath of stale air. He was currently using his words to guide Mu Cheng’s spirit; there was absolutely no room for error.

The Creation Sword could transform into a Sword Bone hidden within her body, allowing it to be used as a defensive demonic weapon in crucial moments. Refining the Creation Sword was, in essence, refining this Sword Bone. And this was precisely the most difficult part of the process.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

The Qi Blood fluctuations around Mu Cheng’s body grew increasingly violent, and the Creation Sword vibrated madly. Finally, the tip of the Creation Sword touched her clothes.

GASP!

Gasps echoed from all corners of the crowd. Was she trying to commit suicide? That was impossible. Mu Jingliang was present; how could he possibly allow his daughter to kill herself? But with the tip of the sword seemingly about to pierce her chest, what exactly was Mu Cheng doing?

SIZZLE!

A sound similar to burning charcoal being submerged in water echoed through the air. Unknowingly, the tip of the Creation Sword had already pierced an inch into Mu Cheng’s chest.

Yes, it had completely sunk in.

Yet, there was no blood. In fact, not only was there no blood, but her clothes weren’t even torn. It was as if the Creation Sword had stabbed straight into a black hole.

The students’ discussions grew increasingly heated. This was their first time witnessing such a scene, and they simply couldn’t comprehend it.

"Silence!" Mu Jingliang, who was standing beside the pair, shouted. He put a stop to the commotion, knowing he had to let Su Yue focus in peace. Even though they were wearing noise-canceling headphones, he demanded one hundred percent safety. At the same time, he had to guard against any assassins harboring malicious intentions. Right now, both Su Yue and Mu Cheng were in an extremely vulnerable state.

SWISH!

As soon as Mu Jingliang’s command fell, the entire area instantly went dead silent.

Ten minutes passed without anyone noticing.

The radiance enveloping Mu Cheng’s body was no longer just a simple mist. Upon closer inspection, it was actually made up of countless tiny swords. They were about the size of embroidery needles, swimming densely together like a school of fish in the ocean. It was a pity that the illusion wasn’t very distinct, seeming to flicker in and out of existence. Plus, they were far too small; otherwise, it truly would have been a spectacular sight.

As for the main body of the Creation Sword, only the hilt remained visible outside her chest. Although her face was deathly pale, the aura permeating from her body gave off a terrifyingly oppressive presence. Even the nearby floorboards had cracked, producing dense web-like fissures.

"It’s about to succeed. To think that this Creation Sword still contains a considerable amount of Spiritual Qi. Mu Cheng’s Qi Blood will be able to experience a massive surge," Su Yue muttered, his Qi ring cycling frantically. The pressure he was enduring was equally tremendous.

Every Martial Artist in the vicinity held their breath in rapt attention. It was almost over.

Even though they didn’t know how the sword had managed to enter Mu Cheng’s chest, the entire process looked exceptionally profound. The most baffling part was that the blade was so long. If it had pierced her body, it should have impaled her completely and come out the other side. Yet the current scene before them was just that bizarre. The hilt remained on the outside, while the blade seemed to have coiled up inside Mu Cheng’s body like a measuring tape.

Of course, this was merely the students’ imagination. It was incredibly difficult for them to logically comprehend this sight.

In reality, an extra Sword Bone was gradually forming inside Mu Cheng’s body. She was currently entirely devoid of reason. Her mind felt as though she were in a dream, subconsciously following Su Yue’s every command.

"The Outer Realm Demon is truly formidable. Such a scene would be impossible even in the Eight Races Sacred Land.

"In the future, this Su Yue will definitely be a leading figure among the Outer Realm Demons.

"You are qualified to serve as this Saint Son’s stepping stone," Xueyang muttered.

Huddled in a secluded corner, he looked like an abandoned sack. Having regained some of his rationality, he stared fixedly at Su Yue. Perhaps there was something on this demon that countered the abilities of a Celestial Saint. Of course, it was also possible that his own mastery of his skills was simply lacking. Xueyang planned to strive for improvement and spend a few more days carefully studying his evasion abilities.

He refused to concede defeat. He was going to fight Su Yue again.

As for the Creation Sword, Mu Cheng would undoubtedly succeed in refining it. In the Celestial Saint’s prophecy, the morale of the Divine Land during this period would be soaring. The entire nation was blessed by fate, meaning that whatever they did would go smoothly. In fact, Xueyang had even more confidence in the Divine Land than its own citizens did.

WHOOSH!

The crowd watched helplessly as the Longsword completely disappeared.

At that moment, a drawn-out sword cry echoed through the air. Although it was merely a sound, it contained an incredibly sharp, piercing edge. Some of the Rank Two and Rank Three students present hastily covered their ears. The soundwaves of the sword cry caused their ears to ache terribly.

SPLURT!

The sudden surge of pain caused Xueyang to forcefully spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. Normally, he shouldn’t have been affected by the sword cry, but unfortunately, he had been beaten black and blue by Su Yue to the point where even breathing hurt. His exposed wounds were exceptionally sensitive to the sound of the sword cry. As a result, he was the one in the most pain out of everyone present.

"Prince, my friend, are you alright?" Meng Yang asked as he ran over, supporting Xueyang with a look of deep concern.

Although his face displayed worry, the corners of his mouth betrayed a cold, hollow smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

[Author’s Note: My apologies, I mixed up Mu Cheng’s and Gong Ling’s ranks. Mu Cheng is at Rank Four here!]