Chapter 1165 386: The Secret of the Creation Sword

Mu Jingliang spoke up, worried that Su Yue might feel depressed. After all, Su Yue had always been the frontrunner; experiencing a sudden psychological drop was entirely possible.

"Rest assured, I'm not that fragile!

"Whether it's the Daoist sect, Wuda, or the Military Department, I'm always happy when the Divine Land gains another powerhouse. I wish Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang could break through to Grandmaster right now. That way, our Divine Land would suffer fewer casualties on the battlefield.

"Having an older brother who is stronger than me also gives me the motivation to cultivate," Su Yue said with a bitter smile.

He felt a slight sourness in his heart, which was only human nature. But Su Yue wouldn't go as far as becoming unrecognizable with jealousy—that would be too unseemly. Besides, the Divine Land's enemy was the Wet Realm; there was absolutely no room for internal friction.

"Student Su Yue is so young, yet his perspective is quite impressive. He has a steadier personality than Prince Qing," Ban Rongchen praised.

At this moment, he cast another glance at the useless Yingjie Saint Son. He contrasted Su Yue's impressive character with Xueyang's pathetic, foolish demeanor. How could someone like that consider himself worthy of being the Saint Son? What a joke.

Meanwhile, Xueyang was still shivering in the corner. He wasn't afraid of being beaten by Su Yue, but he was truly terrified of Meng Yang's ruthless torment. It was truly the ruthless plucking of a delicate flower. Xueyang secretly consumed a Healing Elixir, and his injuries were currently healing at a frantic pace. He possessed the Void Space opened by Bihui Cave, which stored some common Healing Elixirs that were highly effective. However, Xueyang had become much more well-behaved. Mainly because his ass couldn't take any more abuse.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

Before they knew it, two more tidal sounds had ended.

"Bai Xiaolong, that's 12 times. Mu Cheng's aptitude has been significantly elevated by the Fortune Sword," Meng Yang muttered nearby.

Before coming to Nanwu, they had already thoroughly researched the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. Surpassing 15 times actually meant one had the potential to charge for the Ninth Grade. But that was basically an impossible feat. Even Bai Ziqing's thrice-washed Qi-Suppressing Ring only achieved 17 times. Everyone's estimate for Mu Cheng was actually nine to ten times. Twelve times was already an extraordinary overperformance.

"As my fellow student from West Martial, even 15 times is possible," Bai Xiaolong said, his face brimming with pride.

Mu Cheng was a junior he had personally mentored. Even though this lovely flower had been snatched up by a pig like Su Yue, Bai Xiaolong still treated Mu Cheng like a younger sister. Seeing Mu Cheng reach this point today made Bai Xiaolong genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

"What kind of beautiful dream are you having? There's a limit to everything.

"It should be ending soon. There's no reason Mu Cheng can exceed 13 times... Holy shit..."

Meng Yang had originally been full of indignation. But before he could even finish his sentence, Mu Cheng unexpectedly completed her thirteenth tide. The slap to the face came too fast. Bai Xiaolong's mouth went dry. He couldn't blame Meng Yang for losing his composure. In truth, even Bai Xiaolong didn't believe Mu Cheng could trigger 13 tides. It really defied common sense.

"Is Mu Cheng still not coming out?"

Compared to the thirteenth tidal sound, Meng Yang discovered an even more shocking fact. Mu Cheng's figure still hadn't emerged from the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. What exactly was she trying to do? He wondered if she was going to continue triggering tides, leaving no way for others to survive.

The Grandmasters gathered on the side also looked at Mu Jingliang in astonishment. They couldn't understand why Mu Cheng could trigger 13 tides, yet still hadn't come out. As Grandmasters, their analytical conclusions were supposed to be much more accurate. Earlier, at the eleventh tide, people had assumed Mu Cheng was done.

"Don't panic, everyone. It might be due to the Fortune Sword. Given Mu Cheng's aptitude, she shouldn't be able to trigger 13 tides," Mu Jingliang analyzed with a frown.

At the same time, he felt even more guilty in his heart. The gift Su Yue brought this time was truly too precious; he felt as though he had taken advantage of the younger generation.

"Grand General, do you think Mu Cheng will trigger a fourteenth tidal sound?" Principal Nanwu gulped.

Theoretically, being able to trigger 15 tidal sounds meant one possessed the qualifications to break through to the Ninth Grade. For these Grandmasters, this qualification required a very long time of hard struggle to attain, yet how old was Mu Cheng? Comparing yourself to others would only drive you mad. Even in the uniquely advantageous cultivation environment of the Daoist sect, only Bai Yeqing possessed heaven-defying talent. Among the remaining top ten disciples, only three could trigger 15 tides. Crucially, Mu Cheng was only a junior; she was a year younger than them.

"The chances of a fourteenth time aren't high, but even if she succeeds, it should only be once.

"I can't sense the aura inside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, but I can feel a subtle fluctuation of Spiritual Qi in the air. Mu Cheng should be coming out," Mu Jingliang said.

As a Ninth Grade Grand General, he could analyze the state of the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge through some other details. But this was already his limit, and the success rate might not even be twenty percent.

Nearby, all the Martial Artists of Wuda were shocked into speechlessness. Through word of mouth, everyone understood what 13 tidal sounds conceptualized. That was a talent infinitely close to Ninth Grade aptitude. The students looked at Mu Cheng with envy. Not only did their goddess have perfect looks, but her aptitude was also at the very top tier of the Divine Land.

Meng Yang was so nervous that he subconsciously grabbed Bai Xiaolong's wrist.

"If you don't want this paw anymore, you can donate it to a feed mill," Bai Xiaolong said, staring coldly at Meng Yang's neck, murderous intent filling his eyes.

"Sorry, force of habit," Meng Yang said, hurriedly pulling his hand away. He mentally cursed his own disappointing paw.

At this moment, the entire venue unknowingly An Jinged. Everyone was waiting for Mu Cheng's result, feeling extremely anxious.

RUMBLE!

Finally, accompanied by a deafening tidal sound, Mu Cheng's fourteenth tide emerged.