"I must succeed this time, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to learn the Star Illusion Thousand Machine Art. Mu Hanyan can wait, but I can't." Thinking that if he couldn't learn the Star Illusion Thousand Machine Art, his life might only be two or three years away, Qu Shanling felt a huge pressure. He took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and mustered up his energy.
He was fully focused, without any distractions, and his hand seals became more and more proficient. When he was halfway through the last hand seal, he had already exceeded the progress of yesterday. A hint of joy appeared on Qu Shanling's slightly pale face.
But at this moment, the hand seal suddenly froze. Qu Shanling felt as if he had been hit by a huge rock, his whole body shaking, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Why is blood spurting out again? It's just a little bit more, can't you hold it in and not vomit? Mu Hanyan was extremely disappointed. She was about to succeed, but failed at the critical moment. She was so anxious that she wanted to go crazy.
"Master, what happened to you? Is it serious?" Seeing the master bleeding, the two young disciples hurriedly went up to support him, their faces full of anxiety and concern.
Like Steward Sun, his two young disciples, despite their many faults and boastful ways, were extremely respectful of their master. From this perspective, Old Man Qu's astrology skills were still somewhat useful; at least he had a good eye for people.
"Young Master, why don't we stop here today and let me rest for a few days." Qu Shanling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to Mu Hanyan shakily.
Although Mu Hanyan is not the oldest among the younger generations in the family, he is the eldest son of the head of the family and the city lord after all, so it is not wrong to call him the eldest young master.
"No, didn't I tell you that the way of astrology is just like cultivation, the worst thing to do is to give up halfway. Now that you are about to succeed, you just need to work harder." Mu Hanyan said.
Although she didn't know any astrology, her strength was there. With her vision as a ninth-rank swordsman, it was not difficult to see that although Qu Shanling had vomited blood, he was not seriously injured and could still hold on.
"How could you do this? My master has vomited blood, but you still refuse to let him go." Qu Shanling's young disciple said with both heartache and anger.
"Don't talk nonsense, Master, this is all for my own good," Qu Shanling quickly scolded. Now he was begging Mu Hanyan, and even if Mu Hanyan was willing to let him go, he still wouldn't agree.
Seeing that their master had said so, the two young disciples naturally didn't dare to say anything more. They just glared at Mu Hanyan with resentment.
"Okay, I'm fine. Let me go and let me try again." Qu Shanling pushed the disciple away and tried again.
Just like before, the previous hand gestures were smooth and effortless, but the last move became noticeably more difficult.
Qu Shanling gritted his teeth, his eyes wide, and he had almost exhausted all his energy. Finally, he successfully performed the hand seal that had made him spit blood. Qu Shanling did not dare to pause, and continued with the next move.
"Puff", just when he was halfway through, Qu Shanling spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Master!" The two young disciples rushed over to support him again.
"I can't do it anymore. I really can't do it anymore." Qu Shanling said, shaking his hands.
"Just hold on a little longer, and you'll succeed soon." Mu Hanyan felt both excited and disappointed.
Combining the movement patterns of the Tianxin technique, she could easily see that Qu Shanling was getting closer to the first small Zhoutian cycle as she performed this technique, which meant that this page of the Xinghuan Qianji Jue was about to be completed. This excited her. Disappointingly, after finally overcoming one hurdle, she still couldn't overcome the next one.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
