Mask

After Lin Cheng imparted the cultivation technique and its essentials to Mu Xuan, he let the latter cultivate on his own.

Mu Xuan found himself a quiet place.

He carefully contemplated the mysteries of the Primal Chaos Art. The more he comprehended, the more he felt its vastness and profundity.

"This Primal Chaos Art says that the essence of the technique lies in the two words 'transforming force'... transforming force..."

"Two hands, snapping one finger..."

Mu Xuan carefully felt it out.

He felt that simply shutting himself away and blindly forging ahead would not do. He needed to find someone to practice with.

So Mu Xuan went to find his younger sister, Mu Ling.

He briefly explained the issue with the technique and suggested they spar, so he could better grasp its key points.

However, the instant Mu Xuan raised his middle finger at his sister, wave after wave of incomparably shrill screams suddenly rang out from the courtyard...

In the distance, Lin Cheng sensed something and could not help glancing sideways.

Was he tired of living?

He was weaker than her, yet he still dared raise his middle finger to provoke her... Lin Cheng shook his head. Wasn't that just asking for a beating?

After taking a brutal pounding from his sister, Mu Xuan returned to the courtyard in low spirits.

He resolved to master the Primal Chaos Art properly, then go reclaim his dignity. How could an older brother have no dignity to speak of?

He decided to cultivate the Primal Chaos Art's corresponding divine ability—Lightning Five-Strike Whip!

"Lightning Five-Strike Whip... it's so difficult. Not only must one's essence, energy, and spirit be gathered into one, but one must also mobilize the immortal power of the entire body at once for a series of exquisite combinations..."