Mu Chen and his younger sister quickly left the place where they had spent a year, officially heading to the living quarters of the outer sect disciples of the Qingyun Sect.
Their arrival sent all the Serviteurs into a state of shock and fear because he had killed a Ye Family Disciple.
The two chose the innermost rooms, both having been cleaned and were simple and tidy.
After seeing them choose their lodgings, the nearby Serviteurs heard about it and moved out overnight, fearing they would be drawn into trouble.
All the disciples knew that these two could no longer survive in the sect; offending a Ye Family Disciple meant only a dead end, without the Ye Family even needing to act themselves.
— Brother, is this really okay? I’m still a bit worried that the Ye Family will make a move against us, said Mu Yunzhi, her voice laced with concern.
Mu Chen patted the little girl’s head and said, — Don’t worry. The Death Stage is recognized by the sect. They won’t act recklessly!
Even though Mu Chen said this, Mu Yunzhi was still a little worried.
— Brother, this is my Body Tempering Pill. I’ve kept one, and that’s enough. Girls don’t need such a robust physique. Go cultivate quickly. Only if you become powerful will the sect pay attention to us, Mu Yunzhi took out a pill and offered it to Mu Chen.
Mou Chen understood his sister’s good intentions. In a few days, the outer sect assessment would begin, and he had to work hard to qualify as the top outer sect disciple.
As ordinary disciples, without the support of a family, and still Serviteurs, they had to cultivate every day in addition to their work.
This also led to his progress being somewhat slow. Compared to Elder Brother Ye Jiu, the gap in strength made it difficult for him to surpass him.
He thought that if Elder Brother Ye Jiu was still alive, there would still be problems with this promotion to outer sect disciple.
No one knew what astonishing thing Elder Brother Ye Jiu would produce in the end.
An ordinary person could never comprehend the terrifying deep heritage of a top Clan important.
— Brother, I’m going to work. I’ll be back later! Mu Yunzhi turned and left.
Muc Chen began to cultivate. Ever since his bloodline trembled, there had been signs of awakening. He wanted to make good use of this opportunity.
With his sister’s support, his Body Tempering progress also became much faster. By afternoon, he had reached the sixth layer of Body Tempering, achieving a strength of six hundred jin.
At night, Mu Yunzhi returned, her face dark, her aura chaotic.
— What’s wrong? Who bullied you? Mu Chen looked at his sister anxiously.
— It’s nothing. Today I took on a mission to test medicine. In return, I received five Body Tempering Pills and one Pilule de Concentration Stellaire. Brother, quickly use the Pilule de Concentration Stellaire to see if you can absorb Énergie stellaire for Body Tempering; it’s much more effective than the Body Tempering Pill.
Looking at his sister, who was already extremely weak, handing all the pills to him, Mu Chen’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He silently took the pills and began to temper his body.
A pure energy flowed slowly, surging into his body. The entire person let out a soft groan, and his body felt warm all over. His bloodline trembled again, and the Énergie stellaire coursed through his entire body.
A faint purple light enveloped him, and his body began to emit a subtle energy.
After refining it, Mu Chen stood up with surprise. He clenched his fists, and a cracking sound echoed as his body filled with strength.
— It really works! The effect is much better than the Body Tempering Pill. I broke through to the eighth layer of Body Tempering instantly. I should have a strength of one thousand six hundred jin, Mu Chen secretly marveled at the monstrous power of the Pilule de Concentration Stellaire.
Darkness had already fallen, and he also had to go to work.
Late at night, a dark figure moved rapidly through the woods, carrying two buckets. It turned into a stream of light, moving with great power. Wherever it passed, fallen leaves swirled, yet not a single drop of spring water was spilled.
In the early morning, the frost was pure white. The young man looked at the fruits of his night’s labor: the endless medicinal fields, all irrigated according to the preferences of each Herbe Stellaire.
The sky brightened. The night’s work did not make him feel tired; on the contrary, his spirit and energy were still improving.
He stepped into the back mountain again, recalling his battle with Elder Brother Ye Jiu. Mu Chen found that the only difference between a sword imbued with Énergie stellaire and a sword purely of physical strength was the change in power.
Énergie stellaire could generate Force de l'épée, and he could do the same with pure strength, but only with the Technique de l'épée tirée he had learned illicitly.
If that was the case, could he directly use overwhelming force to work miracles and generate Force de l'épée with his own strength?
The sword, as a weapon for killing, only needed to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. Flashy movements were unnecessary; a single strike was enough to kill.
Muc Chen closed his eyes tightly, his ears subtly moving. Listening to the leaves rustling in the wind, he thrust his sword forward. A leaf was pushed by the sword tip, embedding itself an inch deep.
He frowned and thrust his sword again. A leaf was precisely hit, yet it remained unscathed, hanging precisely on the sword tip.
Then, the Basic Sword Technique danced in Mu Chen’s hands like the wind. Each sword strike was as clean and decisive as a dancer’s.
With the augmentation of Énergie stellaire and physical strength within his body, the Basic Sword Technique began to transform in Mu Chen’s hands.
With every swing, a faint sword shadow followed the long sword. After a Sword Dance, a brilliant Force de l'épée flew out, cutting several dozen feet.
Looking at the deep marks on the ground, Mu Chen rejoiced in his heart.
Indeed, after mastering sword techniques and combining them with powerful physical strength or Énergie stellaire, Force de l'épée could be generated.
Since Technique de l'épée tirée could gather qi and condense it, other sword techniques could too.
Muc Chen was completely immersed in his research. As he moved, the Basic Sword Technique continuously changed. In his hands, it gradually transformed into a set of sword skills, each strike simple yet incredibly precise.
Mui Yunzhi approached Mu Chen. Watching Mu Chen, who was practicing at a distance, continuously moving, she also quieted her mind. For the past two years, she had been collecting resources for her brother, leaving all the pills for him. Now that she had time, she also began to watch her brother cultivate.
Two hours later, Mu Chen finished cultivating. Only then did he notice his sister watching him intently.
— When did you get here? Mu Chen asked, somewhat curious and even more apprehensive, that someone had arrived nearby without him noticing.
Mui Yunzhi stood up, patted her clothes, and her eyes fixed on the long sword in Mu Chen’s hand.
— Do you like it?
— I want to try. I feel like if you change your sword technique a bit, Brother, it would be even more powerful.
Muc Chen was astonished. He knew his sister well; she had never learned the Basic Sword Technique, yet she claimed his sword technique could be improved.
His sword technique just now was something he had done inadvertently, and it was bound to have flaws, but it shouldn’t have been something his sister would point out.
— Give me the sword. I feel like I can make a slight correction.
Hearing his sister’s words, Mu Chen realized she was serious. He handed the long sword to her.
Mui Yunzhi held the long sword and struck a pose, then began to dance with it. Her movements were exactly the same as Mu Chen’s just now, even more proficient.
After a few moves, sword shadows floated around her, accompanying her sword.
Muc Chen was so astonished he couldn’t speak. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined such immense talent.
Force de l'épée! This sister, performing her first Sword Dance, produced Force de l'épée. The final Sword Dance, ending with Technique de l'épée tirée, left a sword mark more than a foot deep on the ground, leaving Mu Chen speechless for a long time.