"Haha, then I'd like to go and see it for myself." Mu Chengyang laughed.
"The head of the family and the eldest son have instructed us not to provoke Mu Hanyan." The horse-faced guard hesitated for a moment and advised.
"Who said I was going to provoke him? I just wanted to see the joke." Mu Chengyang glared at the guard and said.
A few days ago, Mu Chengyang was slapped loudly by Mu Hanyan in public in the hall, and he was completely humiliated.
I thought that I had severely injured Mu Hanyan with one palm strike, and even if I was fined for half a year's salary, it would be considered a way to save some face. However, I didn't expect that as soon as my grandfather said the word, Mu Hanyan became full of energy and jumped around.
At this point, even a fool could guess that Mu Hanyan's injury was fake. Not only did Mu Chengyang get slapped in the face for nothing, but he also lost half a year's allowance. Not to mention his face, he lost everything.
He was originally counting on his elder brother to help him, but Mu Chengxuan just said, "Don't provoke him," and that was it.
How could Mu Chengyang possibly accept this? Although he didn't dare to disobey Mu Chengxuan's words, it would be a good idea to go and see the joke, make a few sarcastic remarks and vent his anger.
"Don't worry, I won't let you fight with him." Seeing that the horse-faced guard was still a little hesitant, Mu Chengyang added.
"Well, fine, sir, you must not fight with him again. I heard that a few days ago, Mo Yanhong from the Mo family met Mu Hanyan and couldn't help but fight, and lost a good shop." The horse-faced guard thought for a while and reminded Mu Chengyang again.
"I know, I know." Mu Chengyang said impatiently. He felt a little depressed: Is this Mu Hanyan made of porcelain or jade? He can't be touched. Whoever encounters him will be unlucky.
This time, Mu Chengyang made up his mind to just watch the joke and not take any action.
Soon, the two of them hurried out.
Mu Chengyang had never thought that Mu Dawanku's jokes were so funny. Who would become the joke in the end?
…
At this time, in Mu Hanyan's courtyard, the jingling sounds that had been ringing for several days finally stopped.
Just as others described, nine strange-shaped weapons that looked like swords, knives, axes, sickles, and sickles were placed in front of Mu Hanyan. Although Mu Hanyan was careful enough, three of the swords were broken into pieces due to their poor quality. In the end, she refined nine swords.
However, Mu Hanyan was already very satisfied with the result. After repeated smelting and forging, and after being refined by the Tianxin technique, the quality of these nine long swords (Mu Hanyan wasn't sure if they should still be called swords, but she didn't know what to call them either, so she'd just call them swords for now) was extremely pure. Perhaps slightly inferior to the Hanxiao Sword, but slightly stronger than the swords of Huayue and the others.
The only thing that made her dissatisfied was that Jiang Yuzhe had been forging iron for several days but his skills had not improved at all. These swords were really too ugly, so ugly that even she couldn't bear to look at them.
"I finally finished it." As the last long sword came out of the furnace, Mu Hanyan let out a long sigh and said.
"Young Master, the quality of these swords is indeed good, but they are really useless in this state." Hua Yue looked at the swords and shook her head.
There is a reason why swordsmen use swords instead of knives. For many sword techniques and martial arts, only swords can exert the greatest power. These swords in front of them are strange weapons that look neither like swords nor like knives. Although they are of good quality, they are difficult to use. When they are really used, they are not as good as the long swords at their waists.
"Who said it's useless?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, picked up a long sword, and made a hand gesture.
"This is..." Hua Yue and the others were slightly stunned and looked at Mu Hanyan in confusion.
Ye Lanxuan saw what she was doing and a smile appeared on his lips.
Mu Hanyan activated the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique, and his spiritual thoughts probed into the interior of the long sword. An invisible energy was then injected into the long sword and quietly condensed.
Mu Hanyan was pleasantly surprised to discover that, despite not significantly improving her cultivation level through the Tianxin technique she'd been practicing these past few days to refine her sword, her spiritual awareness had become more concentrated. As the Shenwu Soul Refining Technique began to circulate, her spiritual awareness became like thin threads, firmly enveloping her vital energy.
Mu Hanyan's heart moved, and the thread began to slowly rotate and tighten, and the energy continued to shrink, becoming more condensed.
"Bang" A muffled sound suddenly came from the long sword, and a crack spread like a spider web, and then broke apart.
Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned. It seemed that sealing her cultivation was not such an easy thing.
However, Mu Hanyan was not discouraged. It was just the first time, and failure was inevitable. If she tried a few more times, she would eventually succeed.
Mu Hanyan threw away the broken sword handle in her hand and picked up another long sword.
"Bang... bang... bang" A muffled sound was heard from the yard from time to time, and one long sword after another turned into pieces in Mu Hanyan's hands.
Although these swords looked a little ugly, they were the result of several days' hard work. Seeing one sword after another turned into scrap metal in Mu Hanyan's hands, Jiang Yuzhe and others felt a little distressed, but seeing Mu Hanyan's solemn expression, they did not dare to ask too much and just stood aside obediently.
"Success, finally success!" Mu Hanyan made the last hand gesture and laughed with relief.
After destroying seven long swords, Mu Hanyan finally succeeded in sealing her cultivation.
"What success?" Hua Yue and the others looked at the sword in Mu Hanyan's hand in confusion, and did not notice anything unusual at all.
It's nothing but ugly.
"Don't interrupt." Mu Hanyan concentrated on recalling the hand gestures just now, picked up the last long sword, and continued to perform a series of hand gestures.
This time, Hua Yue and the others perked up their spirits and watched Mu Hanyan's hand seals intently. When the last hand seal was made, they finally discovered that an almost transparent sealing pattern was struck into the sword body.
"Could it be, could it be..." Everyone looked shocked.
If they guessed correctly, Mu Hanyan should have been inspired by Ye Lanxuan and tried to seal her cultivation in the sword.
However, Ye Lanxun was able to do it because he had the cultivation level of a Sword Saint and possessed the legendary divine sword - Broken Sword. Mu Hanyan was only a first-level swordsman, and he was only using an ordinary long sword that had been remelted and forged. How could he possibly succeed?
But looking at Mu Hanyan's happy face, it seemed that she really succeeded. How did she do it?
"Young master is indeed a genius. He can actually seal his cultivation with just a few broken swords. Such a wonderful idea and unparalleled means are simply unprecedented and will never be surpassed. Thinking about the vastness of the universe, he is alone..." Zirong was the first to come back to his senses, and his words flew away while shaking his head.
"So disgusting, such a flatterer." Han Yun'er muttered softly, looking at Zirong with a look full of contempt.
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