novelraw Chapter 815: Do You Think I’m an Idiot?
Chapter 815: Do You Think I’m an Idiot?
"I heard that Brother Han Yan has extraordinary talent, not only with profound cultivation but also mastering the art of sword forging. I specially came to see it for myself," Mu Chengyang said mockingly."You’ve seen it now, you can leave," Han Yan said coldly.
"Why the rush, Brother Han Yan? Are you afraid I might learn your skills?" Mu Chengyang chuckled, looking at the metal strip barely resembling a sword in Zirong’s hand, and feigned surprise, saying, "A good sword, truly a good sword. It’s the first time I’ve seen such a unique design for a longsword. Brother Han Yan’s talent is indeed extraordinary. Such a Supreme Treasure Sword, only you could forge it, hahahaha."
"You’re right; such a treasure sword can indeed only be forged by me," Han Yan, recognizing the mockery in his words, replied calmly.
Indeed, although the sword was somewhat a failure overall, with the strength of the Sword Master Realm, she could manage to seal cultivation within an ordinary longsword. This feat was something only Lady Mu could achieve, a matter of pride.
Mu Chengyang had expected Han Yan, under his cold mockery, to be shamed and furious with a flushed face. Yet, surprisingly, Han Yan blinked nonchalantly and even showed a hint of pride in his eyes. That feeling was like punching a worn-out cotton, empty and uncomfortable.
What kind of person is this, with such thick skin? Or perhaps not thick skin, but unable to discern compliments from criticism?
"It’s a pity that it’s so ugly; I fear only Brother Han Yan can carry it. If it were me, carrying such a sword, people might think the Mu Family has fallen and can’t afford a decent sword." Mu Chengyang’s previous words were still mocking, but now they were blatantly derogatory.
"You’re overthinking it. There’s only one sword, and even if you wanted it, there wouldn’t be any. Besides, this sword’s power is immense; it’s not for just anyone. Don’t dream, go home and sleep early," Han Yan retorted unceremoniously.
"Mu Hanyan, are you insulting me?" Mu Chengyang erupted in anger.
Han Yan had already given the sword to Zirong but said Mu Chengyang wasn’t worthy of wielding it, implying he was inferior even to a servant?
"I wasn’t insulting you; I merely said this sword’s power is too great for you to handle," Han Yan replied, shaking his head.
"Hahaha, such a broken sword with immense power? Mu Hanyan, have you smoked too much lately, clouding your brain? You dare speak such nonsense?" Mu Chengyang laughed aloud.
Behind him, the onlookers silently shook their heads; the sword’s forging level was evidently low. Ignoring the quality, its crooked ugliness was startling, yet Han Yan boasted about its exaggerated power absurdly.
"You don’t believe me? Why not try it?" Han Yan snorted coldly, realizing it was pointless to argue, preferring to trap him with reality.
But unfortunately, this time, Mu Chengyang wouldn’t fall for it.
"Mu Hanyan, don’t think I don’t know your plans. Being tricked once is enough; you want to fool me again? Do you think I’m a fool?" Mu Chengyang muttered disdainfully.
Oh? This little brat got smart? Han Yan was somewhat surprised.
Han Yan attempted to evoke the Soul Contract Technique, her eyes flashing subtly as an invisible Light and Shadow Rune projected towards Mu Chengyang’s eyes. However, Mu Chengyang only briefly dazed, then quickly regained clarity, barely fazed.
"His strength is close to yours, cultivating the Heavenly Heart Technique. This move of yours won’t be very effective on him," the voice of Star Illusion Thousand Machine echoed in her mind.
Han Yan immediately realized that the effectiveness of the Soul Contract Technique is highly related to cultivation realm. Last time it worked on Mo Yanhong instantly was partly due to his impulsive nature and the significant strength gap; despite only a three-tier difference between Ninth Rank Swordsman and First Rank Sword Master, the ascension to Sword Master involves qualitative changes in both Qi and spiritual power, a world of difference.
And Mu Chengyang, already close in strength, also cultivated the same root Heavenly Heart Technique, making it difficult to affect him using the Soul Contract Technique.
Failing to succeed, Han Yan decided not to try further; the Soul Contract Technique was too taxing on spirit and Qi, and using it two or three times would exhaust her. Han Yan didn’t bother squabbling with Mu Chengyang, waving her hand dismissively like shooing flies: "Enough, you can go now. We’re about to eat, and there’s none for you. Even if you linger, no one will feed you."
Mu Chengyang heard this, fuming, and was about to retort when Han Yan’s henchman, Zirong, chimed in.
"Master, why bother with him, this frog at the bottom of the well, unable to comprehend the master’s strange sword casting technique?" Zirong scoffed, glancing at Mu Chengyang disdainfully.
"What did you say?" Mu Chengyang shouted angrily.
Han Yan’s mockery was one thing, but for a mere servant to dare scorn him was intolerable.
"This sword, named Heavenly Flying Immortal, was crafted by my master’s visit to renowned experts worldwide, incorporating various strengths. It can sever hair, melt iron as mud, slash stars, cleave moons, shatter heavens, making it a Peerless Divine Weapon, and you can’t even grasp its essence. Isn’t that a frog in a well?" Zirong replied, fearlessly, glancing at Han Yan with eyes full of fervent admiration.
Sever hair, melt iron as mud, slash stars, cleave moons, shatter heavens — boasting this greatly, even Han Yan felt a bit embarrassed.
"Slash stars, cleave moons, shatter heavens? Mu Hanyan, have your servants also smoked too much, fogging their brains?" Seeing Zirong’s fervent admiration, Mu Chengyang suddenly felt less angered, only finding it amusing.
"You don’t believe it? Why not try and find out?" Zirong indifferently replied.
Seeing Zirong’s provoking gaze, Mu Chengyang almost impulsively agreed, but halted abruptly.
He’s no fool; he can discern Han Yan and Zirong’s intent to provoke him into action. But remembering recent events and a significant loss, would he again engage with Han Yan?
Despite Han Yan’s smiling, innocent face, in truth, it was a façade hiding deadly traps. Recalling that day, Han Yan spewing blood, seeming on the brink of death, yet reviving robustly after Third Elder’s punishment, Mu Chengyang gritted his teeth in resentment.