Chapter 1166: The Secret of the Sword of Creation

Chapter 1166: Chapter 386: The Secret of the Sword of Creation

A thunderous round of applause instinctively erupted across the entire venue.

At the same time, a cyan radiance shot into the sky from the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, and Mu Cheng’s slender silhouette materialized upon it.

It was over. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mu Cheng didn’t set a record of fifteen tides, her result was still shocking. Compared to Daoist Martial Artists, Mu Cheng was a pure Combat Martial Artist. She still had to cultivate combat techniques and go to the Wet Realm to kill enemies; her cultivation environment simply couldn’t be compared to that of the Daoist sects.

“Outer Realm Demons truly are extraordinary.”

In the corner, some of Xueyang’s superficial wounds were beginning to scab over. As his Qi Blood gradually recovered, the speed of his wounds’ healing also accelerated. To Su Yue and the others, Xueyang was the Prince of Mandie Country, after all. They hadn’t used lethal force. Most of his injuries were superficial and easy to recover from. As long as he wasn’t subjected to another chili pepper up the rear, Xueyang’s recovery speed was quite fast.

He had already regained seventy percent of his strength and could once again use his evasion ability. However, he didn’t dare to look for trouble with Su Yue. Xueyang believed his skills were simply lacking. He needed to cultivate diligently before he could return to exact his revenge. Of course, Mu Cheng’s fourteen tides also came as a massive shock to him.

“I did my best,” Mu Cheng said as she walked down from the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, looking at Su Yue. Along the way, she had swallowed an elixir.

Not a single speck of impurities remained in her body, and her Qi Blood had experienced another massive surge. The Evil Spirit Broken Bridge truly lived up to its reputation. Mu Cheng hadn’t taken the elixir because her Qi Blood was depleted, but rather to seize the opportunity to consolidate her foundation.

“Doing your best is enough. You were amazing,” Su Yue said, squeezing Mu Cheng’s hand and lightly tapping the tip of her nose.

“COUGH, COUGH… Is there anything wrong with your body?” Mu Jingliang asked. Seeing his daughter exchanging affectionate gazes with another man left a sour taste in his mouth.

“There’s nothing unusual with my Qi Ring, but… GASP!” Mu Cheng suddenly took a step back. A swirling cluster of cyan light appeared on her forehead.

Su Yue was taken aback. He wondered if Mu Cheng had been harmed by something, feeling incredibly anxious.

In less than two seconds, the light on Mu Cheng’s forehead dissipated. Mu Jingliang was just about to check on his daughter’s condition, but the phenomenon had already ended.

At this moment, Su Yue and Mu Jingliang frowned simultaneously. Right between Mu Cheng’s eyebrows was a sword-shaped mark. It was very small, about the size of a melon seed. Its shape was simple, yet it possessed a distinct elegance. Accented by the mark, Mu Cheng looked even more heroic than before.

“Mu Cheng, what is this?” Mu Jingliang grabbed his daughter’s hand and hastily used his Qi Blood to inspect her Qi Ring and body, praying that nothing was wrong.

“Dad, this isn’t a bad thing.

“When I was cultivating inside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, it felt like I undid some of the Creation Sword’s seals, and I acquired a Peerless Combat Technique at the same time.

“This mark should be a sword move from that Peerless Combat Technique,” Mu Cheng explained, letting Mu Jingliang inspect her Qi Ring.

“A Peerless Combat Technique?” Su Yue was stunned. He hadn’t expected such a harvest. But on second thought, it actually made sense. As the weapon of a Ninth Grade alien race expert, it couldn’t possibly be anything ordinary.

“Su Yue, I’m sorry. This technique should have been yours.” Mu Cheng looked guilty. Su Yue had sacrificed so much.

“If you keep acting so polite, I’m going to get mad.

“Don’t overestimate me, Mu Cheng. If I were the one who smelted the Creation Sword, I probably wouldn’t have comprehended the Peerless Combat Technique in my entire life.

“This should be related to innate talent and resonance, just like how Gong Ling can resonate with the Chief’s Profound Bow. It’s a type of talent.

“Besides, you know my style. I prefer using an axe to plow the earth—the domineering kind,” Su Yue said with a smile.

He wasn’t just being polite; this was a lesson learned from past experience. If he had been asked to comprehend the Chief’s Profound Bow, he wouldn’t have succeeded even in his next life.

“Does Gong Ling like you?” Mu Cheng’s next words, however, caught Su Yue completely off guard.

He had thought Mu Cheng was going to exchange a few more pleasantries, but who knew she would instantly tip over the vinegar jar of jealousy. A girl’s train of thought was sometimes as convoluted as an eighteen-bend mountain road.

“Don’t misunderstand, we’re just classmates,” Su Yue quickly clarified.

“Hmph. Don’t think I don’t know you came here in Feng Jiajia’s sports car.

“Did her car smell nice?” Mu Cheng said, narrowing her eyes. Someone had just sent a photo of Su Yue getting out of the car to her phone.

“I don’t have a driver’s license, and I was in a hurry to come see you,” Su Yue said, his smile growing increasingly stiff.

He blamed Bai Xiaolong’s car for being too small. What was the point of a sports car anyway? It was completely impractical. They would have been better off buying a seven-seater minivan; they could have even played mahjong in the back.

“Hmph. If you dare to fool around, you’d better watch out.” Bringing up these infuriating matters actually lessened the guilt in Mu Cheng’s heart.

The truth was, she was genuinely wary of this Feng Jiajia. That girl was a total Green Tea. No, Green Teas were at least subtle about it. Feng Jiajia was practically running a tea-selling scam. Yes, she was a tea-selling scammer! She thought that Feng Jiajia should just go back and inherit her grandfather’s tea estate, and tear apart the wicked stepmother trying to steal it from her, rather than provoking her boyfriend. It was infuriating.

Mu Jingliang merely smiled. He trusted Su Yue’s character, and he trusted his daughter’s charm even more. Su Yue wasn’t a fickle person.

At this time, Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong came over, looking at Mu Cheng with faces full of envy. Jealousy blazed like a raging fire within them. Mu Cheng had obtained a Peerless Combat Technique, while the two of them still had to rely on teamwork.

“Right, what does your Peerless Combat Technique require as a sacrifice?” Su Yue quickly asked.

Peerless Combat Techniques were undeniably powerful, but they also came with very heavy side effects. When Yang Lezhi had channeled power far beyond his own limits, he had directly and permanently sacrificed one of his arms. He would never be able to recover it in his lifetime; even if he broke through to the Zenith realm, there was no hope. This was no joke. As for his own Demonic Delusion, it also required a sacrifice. If it weren’t for the system, Su Yue wouldn’t have dared to touch it.

“It sacrifices… body fat!” Mu Cheng licked her lips, then replied, sounding a bit embarrassed.

“Is that a sacrifice? Or a perk?” an oily vice-principal with a slightly bulging belly exclaimed from the side.