Hundred Refinements Divine Weapon Method! Pain Mask

Hundred Refinements Divine Weapon Method! Pain Mask "This Mental Power..."

Mo Qingyue's gaze flashed like lightning as she stared fixedly at the room next door.

Just now.

She had felt it with absolute clarity—a surge of Mental Power spreading out from Chen Zhixing's room next door.

To a Grand Mental Master like her, that Mental Power was not particularly vast, but it was extraordinarily pure and remarkably intense!

By the time she tried to probe it again, the Mental Power had instantly withdrawn, vanishing without a trace.

"Who was that?!"

Mo Qingyue's eyes flickered continuously.

She clearly remembered that after having dinner with them, Chen Tianliang and his wife had gone down the mountain to buy Osmanthus Cake for the child, Chen Zhixing.

In other words.

There was now only Chen Zhixing in the Side Room next door!

"Could it be...?"

Chen Zhixing's innocent, guileless face surfaced in Mo Qingyue's mind, and her pupils shrank slightly.

A bold conjecture rose in her heart.

The next moment.

To confirm the answer in her heart, Mo Qingyue gently pressed her palm against the floor.

An invisible wave of Mental Power immediately flowed from her palm toward the Side Room next door where Chen Zhixing was.

Hiss.

As if it had struck an invisible wall, that wave of Mental Power rebounded.

"There are restrictions on the rooms of Ziwei's Chen Clan."

Mo Qingyue withdrew her hand, the expression on her beautiful face shifting uncertainly.

Only after a long while did Mo Qingyue take a deep breath, a faint smile appearing on her face.

"Chen Zhixing... interesting."

She glanced at the Side Room next door, then closed her eyes again and resumed cultivating.

She vaguely realized.

This child of the Chen Family, Chen Zhixing, was likely far from simple.

But she was not in a hurry.

She did not believe that, under her deliberate observation, the child named Chen Zhixing would not reveal some clue.

Meanwhile.

Chen Zhixing was wholly focused on continuously tempering his Mental Power and naturally did not notice the changes in the Side Room next door.

Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding! Before him, a mass of Mental Power was being hammered again and again, gradually changing into the shape of a flying sword.

With every hammer blow, Chen Zhixing felt as though someone were repeatedly pounding his head with a hammer, making his head throb with pain.

But pain was pain.

He could clearly feel that every refinement made his Mental Power a little purer and more substantial.

His Mental Power was steadily growing in silence.

Bang! With a muffled explosion, the Mental Power that had gradually formed into the embryo of a flying sword burst apart, splitting into countless strands of Mental Power.

Chen Zhixing could not help sucking in a cold breath from the pain. His head spun, and his vision went black.

Only after a long while did the intense discomfort gradually subside.

Chen Zhixing looked up and could not help giving a bitter smile. "Failed again?"

This was not Chen Zhixing's first failure.

Not long ago, Chen Zhixing had first tempered his Mental Power into the form of a Giant Hammer.

Yet before the Giant Hammer could even take shape, it had exploded apart, and the Mental Power scattered in every direction.

Next, Chen Zhixing had turned his Mental Power into a spear, only to fail again.

After that, he continuously tried to temper it into a lance, staff, and axe. The result was still the same—every attempt failed.

He had vaguely figured out the reason for his failures.

His Mental Power was probably too limited in quantity, insufficient to support the forging of such massive mental divine weapons.

"Again!"

Chen Zhixing gritted his teeth and sketched the shape of a throwing dart in his mind.

The scattered Mental Power floating in the air gathered once more, gradually being tempered into a palm-sized hexagonal throwing dart.

Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!!

That mass of Mental Power grew increasingly solid, gradually taking on the rudimentary form of a throwing dart.

"It worked?"

Just as Chen Zhixing's face lit up and he thought he was about to succeed.

Crack!

The throwing-dart-shaped Mental Power suddenly split apart.

The familiar, agonizing pain struck again! "Hisssss~~~!" Chen Zhixing's head jolted. The pain made stars burst before his eyes, twisting his features.

A moment later.

"I refuse to believe it. Again!"

Bang! "Hiss~! Again!!!"

Bang!!

"Again—"

Bang!!

"Ahhh! You fucking—"

Bang! "I—"

Bang! "..."

Bang!!! Only after an hour had passed.

Chen Zhixing, tortured until he was half dead, raised his head with his entire body trembling.

He looked at the needle that had finally been successfully tempered in the air, as thin as a strand of hair!

"Hahahaha, it worked! It finally worked!!"

Chen Zhixing's eyes were bloodshot as he burst into laughter.

"Come!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the needle in the air spun and shot rapidly toward Chen Zhixing.

Hiss!!

The needle stopped steadily one centimeter before Chen Zhixing's nose.

Chen Zhixing's gaze flashed as he looked at a fly buzzing about the room.

"Go."

Chen Zhixing uttered a single word.

In an instant, the needle flashed past.

The large, sturdy fly merely shuddered all over before falling stiffly to the ground.

"Not bad."

Chen Zhixing was itching to find a stronger creature to test it on.

He had suffered untold hardships to temper this Mental Power needle. How could he be satisfied without seeing exactly how powerful it was? After thinking it over, Chen Zhixing shook his head. "Forget it. Father and Mother should be back soon. There will be plenty of chances to test it later."

At that thought.

Chen Zhixing casually beckoned, and the needle immediately shot toward him and entered between his brows.

He could clearly sense that the needle was quietly floating inside his Sea of Consciousness.

A moment later.

A burst of footsteps sounded outside.

Chen Zhixing's eyes flickered, and his face returned to its silly, honest expression as he lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

Creak.

The door was pushed open.

Chen Tianliang and Ying Shuangshuang entered, carrying a wooden box filled with Osmanthus Cake.

"This child said he wanted Osmanthus Cake, but he fell asleep before we got back."

Ying Shuangshuang set down the Osmanthus Cake and gently tucked the blanket over Chen Zhixing.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, at noon.

Chen Zhixing's family of three, along with Ying Shuangshuang and Fei Long True Person, were eating in the courtyard.

Once one reached the True Self Realm, one had naturally long since transcended the need for food and had no need to consume grains and ordinary fare.

Yet under normal circumstances, most cultivators rarely took the initiative to abstain from food.

"Old Jia, I think Yue'er is still young. She could try cultivating."

As the group chatted casually.

"Third Master!"

An outer disciple responsible for guarding the mountain gate strode in.

"What is it?"

Chen Tianliang looked at the outer disciple.

The outer disciple cupped his hands slightly, then said respectfully, "Third Master, two people have arrived outside the mountain gate. One is called Kui Mu True Person, and the other is called Zhuang Wuxian. They claim to be old friends of yours and wish to pay you a visit. Third Master, what do you think...?"

"Oh?"

Chen Tianliang raised a brow, then said with great delight, "Hahaha, Kui Mu and that Zhuang Wuxian are here? The South Sea Secret Realm must have opened. Quickly, invite them in!"

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