Chapter 1164: The Secret of the Creation Sword

Chapter 1164: Chapter 386: The Secret of the Creation Sword

PS: Apologies, there was a slight mistake earlier. Mu Cheng was originally at the Fourth Grade and had just broken through to the Fifth Grade. I misremembered.

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The frequency of the tidal roars was about once per minute, each lasting roughly twenty seconds. They echoed like the mighty roars of dragons, lingering in the vast sky for a long time.

Through the explanation of a Nanwu vice principal, Su Yue had also gained a basic understanding of the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.

The number of tidal roars represented a Martial Artist’s potential. Theoretically, it had nothing to do with the grade of one’s Qi Blood. However, this was merely a theoretical statement, not an absolute rule. After all, Martial Artists would encounter various fortuitous opportunities as they grew. The aptitude of high-grade Martial Artists could be elevated through serendipitous encounters.

Initially, the Ministry of Education planned to stipulate that only Martial Artists of the Fourth Grade and above could step onto the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. However, after several meetings and discussions, they felt the Fourth Grade threshold was a bit too high. Ultimately, the Ministry of Education issued a document allowing Third Grade Martial Artists to step onto the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, provided they were at least in their junior year.

In principle, the Ministry of Scientific Research recommended that Martial Artists wait until their senior year to visit the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, as that perfectly aligned with their age timeline. This was easy to explain. Regardless of what stage senior students had reached in their cultivation, their physical condition and demand for Qi Blood made it the most suitable time for a purification on the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.

If they impatiently went during their junior year, it would be somewhat of a wasted opportunity. After all, juniors were still in a growth phase with infinite possibilities. If they chanced upon a special opportunity during their university years, their aptitude might improve slightly, allowing them to trigger one more tide. According to the Daoist Sect’s experience, triggering even one more tide on the broken bridge brought immense benefits to a Martial Artist.

Of course, younger Martial Artists also had certain advantages when stepping onto the bridge. However, the Daoist Sect’s research showed that unless one could step onto the broken bridge two or three years earlier than others to establish an absolute lead, the difference was negligible. The value of going one year earlier couldn’t compare to using that year to strive for further improvement.

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A thin layer of azure mist swirled around the desolate Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, resembling a faint, colorful silk ribbon. Although there was no water beneath the broken bridge, the air here felt noticeably moister. The cool temperature was incredibly refreshing and relaxing.

RUMBLE!

Before anyone realized it, this was already the tenth tide triggered by Mu Cheng. She was currently a junior, not yet a senior. Theoretically, there was no need for her to rush to the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge so soon. But since she had already broken through to the Fifth Grade, there was no need to delay any longer. In her case, she could utilize the slight advantage of stepping onto the bridge a year early. Mu Cheng wasn’t foolish; this was a calculated decision based on maximizing benefits.

“General Mu, your daughter Mu Cheng is truly an exceptional talent. According to the Daoist Sect’s records, if our Wuda Martial Artists can trigger more than seven tides, they theoretically have the potential to become a Grandmaster.

“Mu Cheng has now exceeded ten tides. Reaching the Grandmaster realm will surely be a matter of course for her,” Principal Nanwu remarked with a sigh of admiration.

Mu Cheng had already triggered ten tidal roars, yet there were no signs of her coming out.

“You’re spouting utter nonsense. If a General’s daughter isn’t qualified to break through to Grandmaster, then who else in the entire Divine Land is?” Ban Rongchen interrupted bluntly.

This principal’s flattering skills were practically a joke. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was insulting Mu Jingliang. As the daughter of a dignified Ninth Grade expert, her future goal was to break through to the Ninth Grade, or perhaps even strive for the absolute apex. What was he doing babbling about Grandmasters here? The goal of these chosen geniuses was likely to break through to Grandmaster before even graduating from Wuda.

“Apologies, apologies! Mu Cheng definitely has the ability to strive for the Ninth Grade. My apologies!” Principal Nanwu hurriedly forced a bitter smile.

That was close. He had almost accidentally offended Mu Jingliang.

“It’s fine, there’s no need to make a fuss. The young people have to fight for their own futures; it’s impossible to rely entirely on a Sacred Artifact to predict it.

“Even if you can trigger twenty tides, if you don’t work hard, that talent is just a joke.” Mu Jingliang smiled, diffusing Principal Nanwu’s awkwardness.

Su Yue frowned slightly. His father-in-law was truly worthy of being a General of the Miracle Corps. He possessed high emotional intelligence, resolving Principal Nanwu’s embarrassment with a single sentence. Now that the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge was located in Nanwu, anyone could figure out that Nanwu would definitely rise against the current among the future Wudas. The Miracle Corps was in charge of the Northern District. The next Martial Arts Academy to hit rock bottom would very likely be Beiwu. Building a good relationship with Principal Nanwu meant that when Beiwu students came to cultivate in the future, they wouldn’t face deliberate difficulties.

“Haha, General Mu is quite the jokester.

“The current record for triggering the most tides is held by Bai Ziqing, the head disciple of the Daoist Sect’s ‘Bai’ generation. That record is seventeen tides, which is still a long way from the twenty you mentioned.

“Judging by his age, Bai Ziqing should be around the age of a senior, about the same as Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang. Yet, he completed the Third Wash and suppressed his Qi Ring. His cultivation speed is simply monstrous.

“Looking across the entire Divine Land, only Su Yue might be able to break this record.” As he spoke, Principal Nanwu looked at Su Yue.

The others also turned their heads to look at Su Yue. Faced with the burning gazes of a group of old men, Su Yue lowered his head uncomfortably.

Bai Ziqing. He was said to be the senior brother of this generation in the Daoist Sect. His birthplace was right on Daoist Mountain. Back when he was a baby, experts from the Daoist Sect had used Qi Blood and medicinal herbs to nourish his meridians. Compared to the Wuda students, who only started their paths as Martial Artists much later, Bai Ziqing’s upbringing was exceptionally transcendent.

“Su Yue, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Although Bai Ziqing, just like you, underwent the Third Wash and suppressed his Qi Ring to reach the Fifth Grade, he isn’t walking the same path as you.

“Bai Ziqing has never practiced any combat tactics; he has spent his entire life solely on cultivation. In truth, you aren’t inferior to anyone. After all, you are still young.”