1791: C1791 Classes

C1791 Classes

Mu Chen happily signed the alliance contract, and the Demonic Beasts were absorbed into his body.

The power of different attributes flowed through his body, causing the injuries he received while watching the battle to immediately be eliminated.

"The matter of the Asura Ghosts has come to an end. Let them rebuild their homes bit by bit."

"Return to the Heaven Realm as soon as possible and do your own things. Increasing your strength is the most important thing."

"Thank you for your guidance, Liege Lord Beast God."

Mu Chen pretended as if nothing had happened, and regrouped with Elder Wu Han and the others.

The two carriages had just returned to the Holy Region.

The identity tokens of Protector Xing Yun and Protector Ka Miao immediately sent a very bad message.

Some of the major business families had been robbed by a powerful enemy. Private teams could no longer solve such a case.

If the government still didn't make a move.

The stable economic order would be shaken.

At that time, no one could stay out of it.

"The guards of the main city still haven't moved yet. They just want to save their own strength and wait for us to make a move."

"It is our duty to get rid of the traitors."

"Is there still a need to pay attention to this now? The Undead Clan's martial artists have already become the safety hazards of the Celestial World."

Even if there was no accurate information, they could still guess the identities of these robbers.

Almost all of the main cities around the Sacred Zone had traces of the warriors of the Undead Clan.

They were showing off their presence.

"The representatives of the big families that came to ask for help have surrounded the Divine Might Sect's office building."

"If this continues, we'll lose all face."

"Then we can only wait for the Sect Master to make a decision."

Mu Chen and Bai Qinghua's levels were too low, so they could not participate in such an important matter.

After returning to the Divine Might Sect, they entered a tense state of cultivation like the other disciples.

The thirty new disciples all had their own masters, but they still had to gather together to train.

The purpose of the master's existence was only to make slight adjustments according to the growth of the disciples.

Next to the office building was a large indoor training ground. This structure was similar to the one built by the Great Xia Army.

Mu Chen arrived a few days later than the others.

When he appeared, he attracted everyone's curious gaze.

Qi Haotian said with a fake smile.

"As expected, the general is suppressing the rear. The strongest disciple has arrived late. He must have something very important to deal with."

"I heard that you took over the factory of Metal Master Morad and seem to be more interested in making money."

Jealousy quickly spread in everyone's hearts.

They were all disciples of distinguished families from various main cities. Many of them wanted to establish a cooperative relationship with Millard, but they didn't expect Mu Chen to beat them to it.

What kind of ability did this ordinary young man in front of them have?

Mu Chen was too lazy to explain the missions he had been on for the past few days, so he said it casually.

"A gentleman loves wealth, and there is a reason to take it."

"As long as I don't violate the relevant rules of the Divine Might Sect, I can do whatever I want to do. Outsiders don't need to worry."

Qi Haotian stopped talking, because he had achieved his goal.

He wanted to leave an impression of arrogance and arrogance in the hearts of others.

At that time, he would be targeted by everyone.

Ten minutes later.

Dressed in a green robe, the elegant senior brother walked into the training ground and wanted to teach the new disciples the secret manuals.

The thirty new disciples sat side by side and listened to Senior Brother Lu Zhilian teaching them the Clear Heart Technique and the Killing Intent Technique.

The Heart Clearing Technique could protect the mind and prevent mental attacks from interfering.

The Killing Intent Technique could gather the anger in a martial artist's heart and increase their battle power.

Senior Brother Lu Zhilian was talking about the precautions of cultivation in front of him. The thirty new disciples were listening very carefully, except for Bai Qinghua, who was sitting in the back and looking around.

He had to be there every time the new disciples were trained. This was a death order from his master, Elder Wu Han.

The little girl was not serious in her daily cultivation, so he could only let her learn from the most basic areas over and over again.

Even if he didn't concentrate, she would be able to fully grasp it after being influenced by him for a long time.

"All of you have learned a lot. You have already mastered a lot of offensive martial arts. Your performance in the battle is quite good."

"The most basic cultivation methods I've taught you can be considered as building a new foundation. There won't be any conflicts."

"Only by learning well at this stage can you get the approval of the elders. Otherwise, you won't be able to get their guidance."

Senior Brother Lu Zhilian explained the pros and cons clearly.

He hoped that these people in front of him could improve quickly and put themselves into actual combat tasks.

"Every time, I have to waste my time on such boring things. How depressing."

"With my strength, I can go out on missions with the other brothers. I can even be the team leader."

Mu Chen, who was sitting at the side, naturally did not believe Bai Qinghua's complaints.

He even secretly made up his mind that when he was really on a mission, he must not be separated from the unreliable little girl.

"Please put your mind on cultivation. As long as you are strong enough to meet the elders' requirements, I will let you contribute to the sect."

"Don't use such an old attitude to teach me a lesson. Even with your current level, it's more than enough to teach you newcomers a lesson."

Although Bai Qing Hua was young, in terms of seniority, she was already a senior sister.

Lu Zhilian had explained the precautions of the two secret books. The disciples would have to figure it out themselves in the remaining time.

The facilities in the training ground were very complete. Of course, the most eye-catching one was the fighting ring.

Fighting in the sect was allowed.

It was much more convenient than anywhere else in the main city.

Qi Haotian, Bai Rushuang, and Bai Ruxue had been working together since some time ago.

Ever since Mu Chen publicly took over the factory of the metal master Mo Lade, the Bai brothers' business goals had changed.

No matter what level Mu Chen's weapon forging skills reached, Mo Lade's golden brand would still have commercial value for a long period of time in the future.

And Qi Haotian had always been thinking about Wan Mingzhu.

The business marriage was an effective method for their family to quickly expand in a short period of time.

Qi Haotian said softly.

"The Asura Ghost has completely withered. It is impossible for them to deal with Mu Chen. If I had known that their strength was unreliable, we would have fought together during the competition."

"Should the three of us prepare for action?"

"It seems impossible to kill Mu Chen in front of everyone. At most, he would be severely injured." Chapter 1798 The Charm of the Fortune Teller.

"We have to drag him out and beat him up every three to five days. We have to cast a shadow on Mu Chen's heart and make him listen to us."

Qi Haotian seemed to be a little smug.

He originally thought that his strength would definitely surpass Mu Chen's, not to mention that the other party had just returned to the sect and did not participate in the cultivation training a few days ago.

Just as Mu Chen and Bai Qinghua were chatting, Qi Haotian walked over with a gloomy face and initiated a challenge.

"I've long heard that Young Master Mu's strength is not bad. It's a pity that I don't have the chance to fight during the battle. Why don't we spar now?"

"Young Master Qi is really impatient. Have you comprehended all the skills that Senior Brother Lu taught you so quickly?"

"There will be better comprehension in actual combat. This is the normal way of communicating between fellow disciples. I hope Young Master Mu will not refuse."

The onlookers immediately gathered around.

The daily cultivation was boring. They could not let go of the chance to have fun.

Mu Chen stretched his body and then walked to the arena beside him.

In a spar, one could not kill their own people, so they could not use any weapons.

Qi Haotian rushed towards Mu Chen like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

The fist landed on his body in an instant, and the dull sound of the impact made his scalp go numb. He even suspected that Mu Chen's internal organs would not be shattered.

The protective flames instantly covered his entire body, causing Mu Chen to burn fiercely.

The color of the flames was seven-colored, and it looked like a phoenix that had been reborn from the fire.

All kinds of attributes appeared on Mu Chen's body, allowing him to easily neutralize Qi Haotian's fist force.

"I didn't expect you to have some ability. You have already comprehended a lot of nature elements."

"Thank you for your praise, young master Qi. Compared to the other fellow disciples, my skills are nothing."

Mu Chen waved his palms and counterattacked.

The center of his palm cracked open with a bright red hole, forming a terrifying oral shape.

This was the Void Devouring that he was most proficient at.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The fist and the leg clashed once again.

The spiritual energy in his body started to fluctuate uncontrollably and spread out along his skin.

Each of Mu Chen's palm strikes carried the attribute of absorption, accelerating and weakening the opponent's spiritual energy storage.

It would not cause any serious damage in a short period of time, but the eyes of the surrounding martial cultivators were bright, and they were able to determine who was at a disadvantage.

"You don't even dare to absorb my spiritual energy into your body. It seems that you really are a cautious guy."

"I won't get anything for nothing. With my current strength, I can still hold on."

Mu Chen felt the other party's Spiritual Qi and had a very strong sense of autonomy.

Even if it entered his body, it would still rampantly destroy, and would not be able to increase his strength.

Qi Haotian no longer engaged in close combat with Mu Chen.

He slightly distanced himself from Mu Chen and condensed sword qi on his fingertips to launch an assassination attempt.

In a situation where he did not use a weapon, he could still use the sharp killing moves of the sword with just his strong body.

The pale white sword qi quickly moved around Mu Chen's skin, but it was unable to hit its target.

The prediction of the Sword Soul coupled with the Human Book allowed Mu Chen to perfectly dodge all the moves of cold weapons.

He walked leisurely in the center of the arena. Every time he dodged, he only needed to move his body a few inches away.

In comparison, Qi Haotian's attack movements were clumsy.

Bai Qinghua, who was sitting below the stage, couldn't help but clap her hands and cheer.

"Have you forgotten that Mu Chen still has a master who is the Dragon Clan's Great Prophet?"

"It's extremely easy to predict the angle and trajectory of the attack in advance. You don't have any chance of winning at all. You'd better come down quickly."

People around started whispering.

Obviously, the personal disciples of the Dragon Clan Prophet had a higher value than the personal disciples of the elders of the Divine Might Sect.

Every ten years, the Divine Might Competition would be held to absorb the experts of the Six Paths Space.

However, very few people had heard that the Dragon Clan's Prophet wanted to take in disciples, and within a hundred years, there would only be Mu Chen.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. The process of prediction requires a long time and a ceremony has to be prepared. There is no way to use it in actual combat."

"Then can I ask Young Master Mu to calculate my luck in love?"2

"Please divine my fortune as well. I've lost a lot in the gambling dens recently."

"You guys are so unreliable. Please take a look at my cultivation. How long will it take for me to break through?"

It suddenly became weird.

Originally, it was a very serious martial arts competition, but who would have thought that there would be so many admirers appearing out of nowhere, wanting Mu Chen to completely become a fortune teller?

Qi Haotian's sword move did not even touch a single hair on his opponent's head. If he continued to fight like this, he would not be able to gain any advantage, so he could only find a way to end the competition.

"Since Young Master Mu is very busy, then the two of us will stop here today."

"Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Qi."

After Mu Chen walked down the arena, many people surrounded him.

Even Elder Wu Han wanted to use this relationship to obtain some useful information from the Great Prophet.

Not to mention the other disciples.

Seeing that Mu Chen was at a loss of what to do, Bai Qinghua ran over to help him out.

"Do you guys know what it means to peek into the secrets of heaven?"

"There's no benefit in knowing too much. If Mu Chen can casually use his divination ability, all the casinos in the Heaven Realm will close down."

"Why aren't you making the best use of your time to cultivate?"

With that, she pulled Mu Chen's arm and left.

The disciples of the Divine Might Sect would not be strictly restricted, as long as they could reach the corresponding level during cultivation.

They could arrange their own necessities of life.

Just as he walked out of the training ground, Mu Chen could not help but ask.

"Don't tell me you're going to use me as an excuse to go out and play again?"

"Elder Wu Han has high expectations for you. Don't you plan to increase your cultivation?"

"You're such a long-winded guy. You're practically a middle-aged woman."

"I don't want to do such boring things in my free time. I'd better go out and see if there is anything fun."

Mu Chen could only helplessly follow behind her.

If he stayed alone in the training ground, he would probably be constantly harassed by his fellow disciples.

This was the charm of a fortune-telling master.

It could be seen how troubled the Prophet usually was.

A teahouse not far away was where Bai Qing liked to kill time the most.

The pastries made by the baking master were soft, sweet, and delicious. It simply made Bai Qinghua unable to let go of it.

The two of them sat near the window in the attic. They felt like they were taking a break while they were busy.

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