Chapter 1161 - 385: Broken Bridge Tides, Su Yue’s Home Turf

"Ah... it hurts like hell... you..."

Due to his weakness, Xueyang couldn’t break free from Meng Yang’s grip. However, Meng Yang had smeared some unknown substance on his palms. Whenever it touched Xueyang’s wounds, the prince felt the pain magnify tenfold. The burning agony was akin to being tortured.

"Prince Xueyang, you’re injured. It’s not good for you to exert yourself by talking. Let me support you; I’ll take you to the hospital in a bit," Meng Yang said, before "considerately" clamping his hand over Xueyang’s mouth.

"MMPH... MMPH..."

Xueyang was in so much pain that he almost passed out.

"Who will come to save me?" Xueyang thought desperately. He turned to look at Ban Rongchen, his only lifeline. It just hurt too much. "Dammit! That old bastard Ban Rongchen is pretending not to see me!" Xueyang was consumed by hatred.

"What did that animal, Meng Yang, smear on his hands?" Xueyang thought. "It’s chili! You coated your hands in chili and rubbed it directly into my wounds! Are you a devil?!"

"Meng Yang truly is a vicious devil," Bai Xiaolong muttered, shaking his head from the sidelines. How could such a malicious being exist in this world?

After Su Yue defeated Xueyang, Meng Yang had tracked down a student from East Martial and sent him to the supermarket to buy a bottle of chili sauce. The hellishly spicy kind. Meng Yang slathered it all over his hands, even letting it marinate for a while to ensure the flavor truly set in. What followed was the tragic, inhumane scene playing out before them. Let alone rubbing it on an open wound, even intact skin would burn upon contact!

Then again, Xueyang had brought this upon himself. Why did he have to hit Meng Yang in the face of all places? Meng Yang was already ugly enough, yet Xueyang had managed to drop his appearance to a whole new low. The fact that Meng Yang wasn’t fighting him to the death was already a mercy.

"Senior Brother Bai, aren’t you going to teach this Meng Yang a lesson?

"I’ve heard garlic works pretty well, too. How about I go mash some garlic paste for you?" a West Martial student sidled over and asked Bai Xiaolong sneakily.

This Xueyang dared to harass their Senior Sister Mu Cheng; he deserved to be brought to justice. However, the student didn’t quite have the guts to do it himself, so Bai Xiaolong was the perfect candidate.

"Meng Yang has no shame. As long as he makes sure Xueyang never forgets this day, that’s enough. I won’t go over there; I’ll just stay here and enjoy the torture virtually." Bai Xiaolong sighed.

"Xueyang only punched me once, and I’ve long since recovered," Bai Xiaolong thought. "Why steal Meng Yang’s thunder? Telepathic torture works just fine."

Speaking of which, young people these days were truly ruthless. Garlic paste on an open wound? Only this kid could come up with something like that.

"Let me go! I am a prince! Let go of me!" Xueyang’s muffled cries continued.

He was in so much pain that he nearly lost control of his bladder.

"Ban Rongchen, how dare you leave me here to die!" he screamed internally. "Damn Su Yue! Damn Meng Yang! These Outer Realm Demons are indeed vicious, they all deserve to die!"

Actually, Meng Yang was curious, too. Why wasn’t Ban Rongchen coming to Xueyang’s rescue? Was he blind? Deaf?

Many people witnessed Meng Yang bullying Xueyang, but they simply turned a blind eye. As long as no one died, it was fine.

At this time, Su Yue and Mu Cheng had also finished their business. Su Yue stood up first. He nodded at Mu Jingliang, indicating that everything went smoothly. Meanwhile, Qi Blood still swirled around Mu Cheng’s body; she needed a few more minutes to fully assimilate the Sword Bone.

"I didn’t expect the Creation Sword to contain so much Spiritual Qi. Mu Cheng’s Qi Blood value will probably skyrocket. This is a pleasant surprise," Su Yue said to Mu Jingliang. With this, Mu Cheng’s strength would leap right to the forefront of the Wuda students.

"She might have... broken through," Mu Jingliang smiled cryptically.

"What? She broke through just like that?" Su Yue was startled. He thought Mu Cheng would only experience a massive surge in her Qi Blood, but he hadn’t anticipated a direct breakthrough. That was way too fast.

"Su Yue, to be honest, I owe you and your father a massive favor this time.

"We still know far too little about the Creation Sword. While you and Mu Cheng were cultivating just now, I had someone look into it again. This Creation Sword is truly extraordinary.

"According to the intelligence records of the Zhao Qi Corps, Qiu Fenghai of the Four-armed Race used to be an ordinary Sixth-Grade Grandmaster with average aptitude. It was precisely because he obtained the Creation Sword that he broke through to the Ninth Grade in just a dozen years, eventually becoming a formidable rival to Cang Ji.

"Qiu Fenghai wouldn’t have even had the chance to reach the Seventh Grade originally. He reached the Ninth Grade entirely because of this Creation Sword.

"If I had known it was this precious, I would have asked your father first." Mu Jingliang felt a twinge of guilt, as if he had somehow deceived Su Yue.

"Father-in-law, we are family; there is no need for such polite words.

"My dad knew the Creation Sword had decent abilities, but it seemed slightly damaged. Besides, I don’t like using swords. Plus, with my Triple-Washed Qi Ring, my aptitude has already reached its peak—the Creation Sword wouldn’t be of much help to me anyway.

"Mu Cheng’s aptitude had a few flaws, so the sword’s effect on her is far greater than it would be on me," Su Yue quickly reassured him.

In truth, Su Yue was even happier that Mu Cheng’s aptitude could be improved. He had always worried that he was putting too much pressure on her.

"Regardless, I owe you two a massive favor." Mu Jingliang squeezed Su Yue’s shoulder. Having a son-in-law like this was simply too awesome.

Mu Cheng also finished her cultivation. The moment she stood up, the sharp aura that had been hovering above them vanished without a trace.

"Eh, Mu Cheng broke through?"

At that moment, the principal of Nanwu let out an exclamation of surprise. Since he was quite close to her, he was the first to sense the fluctuations in her Qi Blood. Indeed, she had reached the Fifth Grade.

His shout instantly sent a ripple of commotion through the crowd.

Bai Xiaolong, who had been virtually tormenting Xueyang, whipped his head around. Sure enough, Mu Cheng was at the Fifth Grade.

Meng Yang’s mouth went dry with shock as well. Mu Cheng’s breakthrough meant the Wuda students had gained another Fifth-Grade expert, which was a fantastic thing, even though he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Although he was already at the late stage of the Fifth Grade, he was a year older than her. Just last year, he had only been at the Fourth Grade.