"The one outside the door?"
Qi Ming was taken aback and looked towards the doorway.
"Ah! Instructor Qin, so you were the one peeking!" Looking at Qin Mengyao, Qi Ming blurted out.
"Hehe... I just happened to be passing by, Mu Yun, you continue..."
Qin Mengyao flashed into the weapon-refining room, chuckling, her pretty face slightly flushed.
Although she said that, she cursed Qi Ming in her heart.
This guy really doesn't know how to talk, what does "peeping" even mean...
"If you want to look, then look, I'm not afraid you'll learn it, anyway you won't be able to learn it!" Mu Yun waved his hand indifferently, picked up two spirit tablets, and walked to the weapon.
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Qin Mengyao pouted angrily, but didn't say anything.
In fact, Mu Yun knew that the Ice Phoenix was a divine beast, and all divine beasts are born with some special abilities.
And the Ice Phoenix clan is born with the ice and coldness of heaven and earth, so refining ice-attribute divine weapons is a piece of cake for them.
Even the mountains and flowers surrounding the places where some powerful Ice Phoenixes have lived for thousands of years can become peerless divine weapons.
And with Qin Mengyao awakening her Ice Phoenix Divine Soul, she will undoubtedly be able to continuously awaken various unique abilities and memories in the future. Forging weapons and refining pills will eventually become extremely simple for her.
"Watch carefully, the inscriptions are being integrated into the weapon. The slightest mistake will result in failure!"
Mu Yun said, his hand already moving.
Inscriptions from a spirit board were drawn out and slowly injected into the Qingque Sword mold.
*Ding...
* A sudden ding sound rang out. The inscriptions from the spirit board were drawn out, transforming into a stream of energy that entered the Qingque Sword.
At this moment, Mu Yun, as if forging a mortal weapon for the first time, stared at the Qingque Sword, not daring to move.
This was his verification. If the method for forging the Qingque Sword shown on the page of the Immortal Execution Diagram was correct, then it could be seen that the Immortal Execution Diagram was a peerless treasure.
Mu Yun couldn't imagine how many divine pills, artifacts, and miraculous martial arts techniques were hidden within the Immortal Execution Diagram.
The refining of those divine pills and artifacts would undoubtedly become his obsession.
*Ding...
* Both inscriptions merged into the Qingque Sword mold. This time, Mu Yun didn't dare add any enhancement or auxiliary inscriptions.
He wasn't sure if the fusion of the two inscriptions would cause problems with the Qingque Sword.
*Crack...
* However, after the two inscriptions merged into the Qingque Sword mold, cracks suddenly appeared on its surface.
"Did I fail?"
Looking at the cracks on the mold's surface, a hint of disappointment appeared on Mu Yun's face.
This time, all his refining methods were correct.
That could only mean that the refining method for the Qingque Sword was fundamentally flawed. Was
the Immortal Execution Diagram just a deception?
"No!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise startled Mu Yun.
Qi Ming stared intently at the surface of the weapon, saying, "Master, it didn't fail, look..."
At this moment, Mu Yun's gaze fell upon the surface of the Qingque Sword again, and he was immediately stunned.
Now, after the Qingque Sword had absorbed two runes, without Mu Yun's spiritual guidance, cracks appeared on its surface.
Layers of debris fell away, and gradually, the sword's shape began to change.
The originally straight sword, after layers of debris fell away, finally transformed into the shape of a longsword.
The sword was three feet long, straight, but its blade resembled a winding, thin snake.
Sharp sword energy spread from the blade.
The Qingque Sword was complete!
*Clang*...
He picked up the sword, and a *clang* sound rang out. The Qingque Sword seemed to erupt with a powerful fighting spirit.
"Qi Ming, go get the testing stone!"
The testing stone was specifically for verifying the sharpness and various attributes of spiritual weapons.
Mu Yun now needed to determine whether this mortal weapon was truly a high-grade mortal weapon!
Before long, Qi Ming brought over a stone the size of a table and chair.
Without a word, Mu Yun raised his sword and, with a clang, struck the testing stone. A resounding clang echoed, and Mu Yun felt his arm go numb from the impact. A three-inch deep sword mark suddenly appeared on the testing stone. "Heavens!" Before
Mu Yun could even speak, Qin Mengyao exclaimed in surprise, her mouth agape. Generally speaking, a low-grade mortal weapon can leave a shallow mark on the testing stone. A mid-grade mortal weapon can leave a mark the size of a thumb. A high-grade mortal weapon can leave a mark one inch deep. Only a top-grade mortal weapon can leave a five-inch mark. But this Qingque Sword left a three-inch mark! More powerful than a high-grade mortal weapon, and only two inches away from a top-grade one. "A superior-grade mortal weapon—the Azure Sword!" Mu Yun raised the long, serpentine Azure Sword in his hand and exclaimed excitedly, "Summon that brat Mo Yang here!" "Yes, sir!" Qi Ming obeyed and ran out. Meanwhile, in the training room, Mo Yang was practicing the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, stroke by stroke, following the instructions Mu Yun had drawn. Although he initially mocked Mu Yun's sword technique for being ugly, gradually, with each practice, Mo Yang began to feel the power and strength of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique. Recalling Qin Mengyao's words, Mo Yang was deeply moved. Mu Yun had entrusted him with a sword technique worth 50,000 low-grade spirit stones. This was not merely instruction, but a demonstration of trust! "Mo Yang, Mo Yang, hurry, hurry!" Just then, Qi Ming came running up, panting, "Master is calling you!" "Master? Qi Ming, you're always so quiet, but you've actually accepted a master!" Seeing Qi Ming, Mo Yang teased, "I dare not leave, otherwise Instructor Mu will skin me alive!" "It's Instructor Mu calling you. Instructor Mu is willing to accept me as his disciple, hurry up!" "What? Mu Yun has accepted you as his disciple?"
"That's right!"
Qi Ming said anxiously, "Let's go! Master has forged a high-grade mortal weapon, the Azure Sword, let's go take a look!"
What?
Hearing Qi Ming's words, Mo Yang was astonished.
Forged a high-grade mortal weapon?
Then Mu Yun is a genuine high-grade mortal weapon master!
"Qi Ming, have you noticed that Instructor Mu is becoming more and more different?" Walking on the road, Mo Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, Master is becoming more and more mysterious and powerful!"
"No, I know all of this. His weapon crafting, alchemy, and even the Azure Cloud Sword Technique he gave me today—though it's only a mid-level Yellow Rank martial skill, I dare say even high-level martial skills aren't as powerful as the Azure Cloud Sword Technique!"
Mo Yang said earnestly. "Moreover, Instructor Mu plans to have us challenge Advanced Class 3 in three battles. It seems like he's doing this so he can become an intermediate instructor, but he could have easily chosen Elementary Class 6 or 9. He chose Advanced Class 3 instead!"
"You mean…"
"I mean, Instructor Mu did it on purpose. He wants us to win, but if we win against a class like Elementary Class 6, it won't benefit us at all!"
"But winning against Advanced Class 3 is different!" Mo Yang said seriously. "By defeating the top three classes in the entire academy, our Elementary Class 5 will no longer be a useless class, but a powerful class that has defeated a class of geniuses!"
"Moreover, whether it's Instructor Mu teaching me martial arts, teaching you weapon crafting, or teaching Miao Xianyu alchemy, he's always been the one making the sacrifices. I know he promised to refine pills for your father so he can stand up again!"
After Mo Yang said this, Qi Ming suddenly froze on the spot.
Right, what benefit did Mu Yun gain from all this sacrifice?
Mo Yang continued, "Anyway, I've made up my mind to follow our Instructor Mu, become stronger, leave Beiyun Academy, and enter Nanyun Academy to continue my studies!"
"Good!" Qi Ming encouraged, "
As
long as we win this competition and my father recovers, I'll go with you!"
If Mu Yun were here, hearing their evaluations, he would definitely be both amused and exasperated.
Mo Yang and Qi Ming's evaluations of him were practically... treating him like an unparalleled saint.
However, his true intention was simply to compensate the previous owner of this body.
After all, having taken over Mu Yun's body, he had to do something for him.
First, he would help the former Mu Yun remove the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
Secondly, making Class 5 of the Elementary level stronger was also the former leader's wish, and now that he and Mu Yun were one, he naturally wanted to accomplish it!
"You're here!"
Seeing Mo Yang, Mu Yun said, "You little rascal, come here and try this sword!"
"Yes!"
Mo Yang didn't waste any words, picked up the Qingque Sword, and began to wield it.
Every move, every stillness, every movement.
After practicing a set of sword techniques, Mo Yang was greatly surprised.
"How was it?" Qi Ming asked expectantly.
"Light as the wind, hard as steel, a good sword. It's said to be a high-grade mortal weapon, but I feel it's more than ten times better than ordinary high-grade mortal weapons!"
"You brat, you've got a good flattery up your sleeve!"
Mu Yun laughed and said, "Here you go. Take the Qingque Sword and fight Mo Hai. If you lose, use this sword to attack yourself!"
"Ah?"
Hearing that Mu Yun was going to give him the Qinggang Sword, Mo Hai was greatly surprised.
This Qinggang Sword, if auctioned off, would be impossible to obtain without at least 50,000 low-grade spirit stones!
But Mu Yun had just given it to him for no reason.
*Thump!*
Suddenly, Mo Yang knelt down, saying, "Master Mu, I, Mo Yang, have always been arrogant and unruly. This time, I will definitely win the pizza! Please, Master Mu, accept me as your disciple!"
"Accept you as my disciple?"
Looking at Mo Yang's pious expression, Mu Yun shook his head, saying, "No, no, your talent is too poor. It would be too shameful for you to be my disciple!"
"Ah?" Hearing this, Mo Yang's face darkened.
"However… if you defeat Mo Hai, I can accept you as my disciple. Whether you want to be my disciple or not is up to you!"
"No problem!"
Mo Yang stood up, stroking the Qingque Sword in his hand, beaming with joy.
"Give me the sword!"
Mu Yun spoke softly, looking at Mo Yang, "I recently comprehended a sword move, but it's not quite perfect yet. I hope you can see it and gain some understanding, which will also help you learn the Qingyun Sword Technique!" As
Mu Yun spoke, he picked up the Qingque Sword, stood still, and took a deep breath.