Mu Fan had guessed that the Nine Celestial Demon Swords paired with Cang Mo would have a significant amplifying effect, but he hadn’t expected it to be this powerful!
‘Even an ordinary early-stage Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivator probably couldn’t withstand that strike.’
Mu Fan murmured to himself.
“However, the transition between the first and second sword is still a bit stiff.”
Mu Fan frowned.
The most crucial aspect of the Nine Celestial Demon Swords was the seamless succession of strikes, each one building upon the last, culminating in the ninth sword unleashing world-shaking power!
But just now, as he wielded the sword, he had clearly felt that slight lack of fluidity.
Mu Fan frowned in thought for a moment, then swung his sword again.
The Spiritual Qi in his body transformed into Demonic Qi and coated the blade.
A black light flickered for an instant before vanishing into nothingness.
‘As expected, mastering the first layer is no easy task.’
Understanding dawned in his heart, but Mu Fan wasn’t discouraged.
After all, he had been practicing for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
If he could master it instantly, it wouldn’t be worthy of being called a Profound Tier Cultivation Technique.
Thinking of this, Mu Fan sat down cross-legged again, replaying the scene of himself executing the sword moves in his mind over and over.
Time flew by, and the day of the Seven Peaks Tournament was fast approaching.
BANG!
Mu Fan had moved from his room to the courtyard.
He now stood holding Cang Mo, his eyes cold and his body surging with Demonic Qi.
The sword in his hand faintly emanated a heart-pounding, ferocious aura.
The once-pristine courtyard was now riddled with holes, covered in sword marks and craters.
He let out a long, heavy breath.
The surging Demonic Qi around him slowly dissipated, and Cang Mo returned to its calm state.
‘Time to break through.’
Mu Fan glanced at the courtyard he had utterly wrecked, a grin spreading across his face.
He then sat down cross-legged.
An immense suction force immediately radiated from his body, and vortexes of Spiritual Qi began to converge above his head.
That’s right.
For nearly half a month, Mu Fan had refrained from breaking through, deliberately suppressing his cultivation level.
His former master had once warned him that the greatest taboo in cultivation was rushing for results.
One must build a solid foundation in every realm, ideally only breaking through when it becomes impossible to suppress one’s power any longer.
Although his master was no longer with him, Mu Fan had etched those words into his heart.
As the vortexes of Spiritual Qi poured endlessly into his body, everything inside his Dantian—from the Sword Dao embryo to the previously motionless Chaos Tripod—began to spin rapidly.
Even the Creation Demon Bone in his chest started to devour Spiritual Qi frenziedly.
VMMMM!
His tightly shut eyes slowly opened, and a sharp glint of light flashed within them before disappearing.
Mu Fan rose to his feet, and the immense aura he had just been exuding instantly retracted.
He stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist.
Feeling the power coursing through it, he smiled faintly.
Spirit Absorption Realm, 6th Layer!
His current combat strength was now roughly equivalent to what it was three years ago.
CHIII!
Just as Mu Fan was reveling in the joy of regaining his power, a strange stir came from the Chaos Tripod within his Dantian.
‘Could it be!?’
A look of joy crossed Mu Fan’s face.
He hurried into his room, set up a restrictive formation, and sat down cross-legged once more.
“Chaos Realm, open!”
With a low cry, Mu Fan’s figure flickered and vanished from the room.
“It worked!
The second-layer world has opened!”
Mu Fan gazed at the second-layer inscription on the distant Chaos Tripod, which was now glowing.
His eyes filled with ecstasy.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he entered the second-layer world.
“Essence blood!”
The world before him was as empty as ever.
Mu Fan looked up and immediately spotted two drops of ink-black essence blood floating in mid-air.
With a beckoning gesture, he collected the essence blood.
Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell upon a jade slip lying in a corner of the small world.
‘What’s this?’
The moment Mu Fan touched the jade slip, it transformed into a streak of white light and shot into his mind.
“The legacy of an Alchemy Grandmaster!”
Mu Fan couldn’t help but marvel at the terrifying power of the Chaos Tripod’s legacy.
To think it contained something like this.
An Alchemy Grandmaster!
Back then, Elder Xuan, as a Fifth Grade Alchemy Master, was already able to dominate the entire Southern Domain.
If he were to fully inherit the legacy of this Sixth Grade Alchemy Grandmaster…
Mu Fan dared not imagine what kind of status and glory that would bring!
Returning to the courtyard, Mu Fan composed himself for a moment.
‘I’m in no hurry to digest this legacy right now.
I’ll deal with it after the tournament is over.’
“Madam Wen!”
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw her pruning the pines and bamboos, which had been his master’s favorite plants.
“You’re out of seclusion?”
Seeing Mu Fan, Wen Yue’s eyes lit up.
This period of rest had allowed her to mostly recover her former spirit.
“Yes, Madam Wen,” Mu Fan said with a faint smile, his tone turning solemn.
“This disciple is preparing to head to Wood Source Peak for the sect’s tournament.
Rest assured, I will definitely bring you back to Profound Bright Peak!”
“Come, come here to my side.”
Wen Yue sat on the stone bench, her eyes filled with gratification and kindness.
As Mu Fan drew near, Wen Yue reached out and gently stroked his head, tears glistening in her eyes as she murmured, “Our little Fan’Er has grown up.
You can even stand up for me now.
I’m so happy.
But you must remember, what I want most is for you to be safe.
If things seem impossible, let go of your obsessions.
Protecting yourself must be your top priority.”
“Madam Wen, please don’t worry.
I will be careful.”
Hearing her words, Mu Fan’s heart warmed.
He broke into a grin, forcing back the tears that welled in his eyes.
“Go on,” Wen Yue said, finally feeling at ease after hearing his promise.
She gave a small wave.
“I’ll be waiting for you at home.”
“Yes!”
Mu Fan nodded, then turned and headed toward Wood Source Peak.
「Wood Source Peak.」
The sect tournament was usually held in the martial arts arena on Wood Source Peak.
The arena was vast, spanning thousands of acres and capable of holding tens of thousands of people.
At this moment, the periphery of the arena was already packed with disciples attending the tournament.
Of course, aside from the Outer Sect disciples participating, there were also many idle Inner Sect Disciples who had come to watch the excitement.
The so-called sect tournament was, in reality, a selection process for the seven peaks.
Through this competition, they would pick the best of the Outer Sect to join the seven peaks and enter the ranks of the Inner Sect!
Looking at the colossal arena before him, Mu Fan felt a surge of heroic spirit.
‘From this day forward, I will wash away my disgrace, step by step!’
Mu Fan found a random corner and waited quietly for the tournament to begin.
“Look!
It’s Luo Xin’Er!”
“Luo Xin’Er!
She actually came!”
“Tsk tsk, a sixteen-year-old at the Peak of Spirit Absorption Realm.
She’s truly one of a kind in the entire Outer Sect.”
Mu Fan had just found his spot when a cry of surprise came from the crowd.
Following the sound, he saw a graceful figure in a purple robe advancing slowly, calmly accepting the astonished gazes of the onlookers.
“Luo Xin’Er is just as beautiful and captivating as the rumors say!”
The onlookers couldn’t help but sigh in admiration as they gazed at Luo Xin’Er’s exquisite face.