Chapter 1134: Chapter 1133 Superior Spiritual Weapon Forging Technique_1
"Is this guy for real?"
Han Yanfa’s mouth hung wide open, almost large enough to fit a whole egg.
It was just too clean and sharp—two swords to defeat a peerless master whose strength was very likely even above that of the Sect Leader. Han Yanfa truly had a hard time imagining that all of this was done by Shi Xiaole.
He thought back to their first meeting, when the other party hadn’t even reached the Void Origin Realm—it had only been what, a decade or so?
"Well fought!"
Murong San shouted loudly, aggravating his injuries and coughing up blood, yet he still smiled.
Damn that felt good!
These madmen from the Carefree Sect had come out of nowhere to the Divine Sect, nearly pushing them to the brink of death. If he had Shi Xiaole’s strength, he would never have tolerated these people until now.
Witch Granny’s dim eyes suddenly lit up, mixed with indescribable complexity.
Tian Jizi’s fingers performed the Plum Blossom Divination, and as he looked at Shi Xiaole’s retreating figure, he murmured, "A dragon among men, but why does the aura of this dragon give me such a strange feeling..."
Even Elder Bai and Mu Qianji, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, stopped their fight.
The former looked at Elder Chen, whose leg flesh was peeling off, countless Sword Qi still slicing through his tendons, veins, and bones. Once Elder Chen was suppressed, his legs were almost reduced to bone, making Elder Bai’s pupils shrink uncontrollably.
Any killing move, after being activated with Vigorous Air, couldn’t possibly have zero waste, but Shi Xiaole’s sword had almost no dispersal of Vigorous Air at all.
Elder Bai admitted to himself that he could never achieve this.
Not only was his opponent strong, but the control he wielded was terrifying. Even within the martial arts community of the South Sea, he could definitely be considered a peerless master!
"Soul-Extinguishing Chains!"
Elder Bai’s eyes, suddenly became misty, as two unbreakable invisible iron chains shot out, attacking Shi Xiaole. The aura carried by the chains affected Mu Qianji, who was caught in its path.
The heart of the Young Sect Leader was greatly steadied.
Elder Bai was a famously skilled Spiritual Path expert in the South Sea martial arts world; not within the top ten, then at least within the top twenty in terms of expertise in the Spiritual Path. In the past, there were quite a few whose strength surpassed Elder Bai, but who fell under his spiritual attacks.
This was Elder Bai’s trump card. With Shi Xiaole absent previously, there was naturally no need to use it on Mu Qianji.
Answering the two invisible chains was a spiritual tempest even stronger—the Extreme Divine Tribulation!
Clang!
Elder Bai’s body shook violently, blood streaming from his eyes, as he looked at Shi Xiaole as if seeing a ghost, and shouted, "Run!"
Elder Chen took the hint quickly, grabbing the shocked Young Sect Leader and bolting at full speed. Elder Bai frantically employed killing moves, leading the others in a fighting retreat, terrified that Shi Xiaole might pursue and kill them.
One Shi Xiaole was enough to turn the tide in today’s battle.
As a top power in the South Sea martial arts world, the importance of the Young Sect Leader to the Carefree Sect was self-evident—it wasn’t that they couldn’t continue to entangle, but they needed to ensure the Young Sect Leader’s safety first.
"Kill!"
Mu Qianji’s momentum was overwhelming as he launched merciless attacks, taking advantage of the chaos to kill several Carefree Sect Heaven Realm Martial Emperors.
"Sect Leader, have mercy!"
"Sect Leader, we were wrong!"
The Divine Sect experts who had previously defected were scared out of their wits, with their strength being no match for Mu Qianji’s casual strikes.
Mu Qianji’s face remained cold, but ultimately he did not strike down. In fact, a closer observation would reveal that from the start of the pursuit to now, Mu Qianji never once initiated an attack against his own Divine Sect members.
On the contrary, the Carefree Sect experts, completely disregarding the lives of the Divine Sect members, killed many in the chaos.
The Pigeon Hall Master, Eagle Hall Master, and others looked somber. Once Mu Qianji ceased the pursuit, they knelt on the ground, begging the Sect Leader for forgiveness.
"There’s nothing more to say. I, Mu Qianji, will never tolerate traitors. Today is the last time I show mercy. Do not leave now and you will end up like that mountain!"
With one palm strike, Mu Qianji shattered a distant mountain.
Seeing the Sect Leader so menacing, no one dared to linger. They fled faster than if they could have flown.
Turning around, the loss in Mu Qianji’s face was fleeting. When he returned and saw Shi Xiaole still standing in place, he roared, "Protector Shi, why didn’t you strike just now?"
Shi Xiaole said, "If their intent was to flee, I couldn’t catch up with that leg expert, nor could I easily kill that Spiritual Path expert. Moreover, there was another person, even stronger. Fortunately, he didn’t strike at you. What, is the Sect Leader unsatisfied with me?"
"I..."
Mu Qianji wanted to admit it, but thinking of Shi Xiaole’s frightening power, he held back his words and forced a smile, going over to pat Shi Xiaole on the shoulder, praising loudly, "Protector Shi truly is the man I value most, with unparalleled talent. Well done, haha!"
While feeling shocked and grateful inside, Mu Qianji couldn’t help but curse wildly.
Where the hell did this beast come from, such a freak!
From a nondescript Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor to a top-tier Heaven Realm Martial Emperor, there are nearly ten ranks of difference. And amongst the top-tier Heaven Realm Martial Emperors, based on strength, one could also distinguish nearly ten distinct ranks—after all, even the Emperor List itself reveals many different levels.
Shi Xiaole had become a high-level expert of the Void Origin Realm at the age of thirty-nine and now, twelve years later, that meant this kid has had to break through nearly two ranks a year, which is the average result considering the closer he got to the top, the slower his progression became.
For many people, advancing even one rank could demand dozens or hundreds of years of effort.
Comparing oneself to others could really be infuriating!
"You’re so strong, you leave me, the Sect Leader, no face. How am I supposed to press down on you in the future?"
Mu Qianji worked hard to maintain a smile and stop the resentment in her heart from showing.
The crowd all came forward, and not to mention the four Protectors, the other disciples of the Divine Sect, who were loyally devoted, each looked at Shi Xiaole with eyes filled with unmistakable gratitude and awe.
If it hadn’t been for Shi Xiaole today, their chances of survival would definitely have been pitifully low.
"All this is thanks to the Sect Leader’s promotion."
Seeing Mu Qianji’s smile, Shi Xiaole went with the flow.
Hearing this, Mu Qianji’s smile actually became more comfortable, and she gave Shi Xiaole a look that said you know what’s good for you.
Noticing the unkind gaze of Witch Granny and Murong San, who was coughing up blood, Mu Qianji’s expression grew serious, and she ordered the disciples, "What are you dawdling for? Don’t you see Protector Witch and Protector Murong are seriously wounded? Quickly carry them back to their rooms for treatment. If anything happens, I won’t spare you!"
The disciples were all feeling depressed—who was the one actually wasting time here?
However, knowing the Sect Leader was strict with others but lenient with herself, they dared not express any disagreement, so they could only sullenly carry Witch Granny and Murong San toward the main building.
Tian Jizi from the crowd opened his mouth with a bitter expression. Hey, my injuries might not be obvious, but at least my heart channels are damaged—can’t you even spare a glance?
Seeing Mu Qianji walking away with Shi Xiaole, chatting and laughing, and Han Yanfa, that fat man, shamelessly licking his face with a grin. Tian Jizi suddenly felt weary. What kind of Sect Leader is this, knowing how to win people’s hearts?
His gaze fell on Shi Xiaole’s back, and Tian Jizi murmured again, "Strange, his aura seems somewhat at odds with the East Victory Continent. If he were one of the Outer Heaven Demons, he wouldn’t feel this out of place. Very odd, indeed..."
Shi Xiaole, upon hearing the muttering, suddenly tensed his back.
After the Carefree Sect members had retreated, Mu Qianji hurriedly dismantled the Sky Origin Realm Array System. The array was defective and would diminish in power with each use. She couldn’t afford to squander it recklessly.
Although it couldn’t deter the Carefree Sect, it was a powerful weapon against other external enemies. Mu Qianji contemplated whether it was time to relocate their headquarters.
After all, the Divine Sect didn’t have many people left. With yet another group defecting this time, there were now only a little over thirty. They just had to take the important cultivation resources and, while also dismantling the array, they could simply relocate and set it up anew elsewhere.
Tian Jizi said, with no small measure of frustration, "My Sect Leader, the more intricate the Array System, the more it needs to be integrated with the natural terrain. Do you really think you can just dismantle and reassemble it willy-nilly? Don’t wreck the Sky Origin Array..."
Seeing the increasingly dangerous look in Mu Qianji’s eyes, Tian Jizi added, "However, the concerns of the Sect Leader are also very legitimate. How about this: we dismantle the Sky Origin Array, and while on the move, we find a geomantic treasure spot that suits the array’s needs."
Shi Xiaole shook his head.
It was no small feat that the Divine Sect had developed to this point without disbanding.
Mu Qianji, striking a regal pose seated at the head of the hall, waved her hand in satisfaction towards Tian Jizi and then turned her gaze towards Shi Xiaole. Suddenly, she said, "Protector Shi, you’ve made a great contribution in protecting our sect this time, and you must be rewarded. Thus, I hereby decree, the Saintess is officially granted to you. From now on, I will not compete with you for her... no, I mean, I will no longer intervene in matters between the two of you."
Shi Xiaole remained silent.
Mu Qianji’s face flushed, recalling that it had been one of the terms for winning over the Heavenly Will Sect last time; it was indeed quite a farce. Clearing her throat, she said jokingly, "Just kidding, don’t take it seriously. Truth be told, our sect has recently discovered a batch of ancient treasures. Thus, I will have Protector Han escort you, Protector Shi, to choose one for yourself."
"Everyone prepare yourselves. We will set off tomorrow to search for a new headquarters. Rest well tonight, the meeting is adjourned."
Having finished speaking, Mu Qianji immediately rose and left.
"Sect Leader..."
Tian Jizi still wanted to report other matters, but was silenced with a glare from Mu Qianji, "I am very tired. If it’s not important, don’t bother me."
With a snort, Mu Qianji strode out. These past two days had been fraught with peril, and she needed several of her handmaidens to attend to her diligently, for some relaxation.
Such a pity for Xi Xianglei, a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.
No, starting from tomorrow, I must commit myself diligently to my cultivation. I believe that combined with the treasures we’ve acquired this time, I can promptly catch up and snatch Xi Xianglei from the hands of that Shi fellow!
When Shi Xiaole followed Han Yanfa to what was called the treasure vault, he was somewhat shocked.
It was a large room lined with a few bookshelves, similar in style to those in the Yuan Sword Emperor’s tomb, but with fewer items placed on them.
Yet as his eyes scanned over them, all were exceedingly rare.
Not to mention the medicinal pills, there were also some fine weapons, and in special wooden boxes, heavenly fruits that could aid one in making a breakthrough. Shi Xiaole guessed that with the resources here, with the right investment, the Divine Sect could cultivate a large group of powerful experts!
There were no top-grade martial arts manuals, which made sense; such things were always considered the number one strategic resource in any era and could not be so abundant.
The Yuan Sword Emperor was the beloved son of the ancestor of the Fire Stiffs, and even his burial site only contained a few such manuals.
After searching for a while, Shi Xiaole picked up a bamboo scroll and opened it. His eyes immediately lit up.
It was a method for the forging of weapons, but not a technique for crafting ordinary Spiritual Weapons—it was a technique for forging superior Spiritual Weapons!
