PMG Chapter 1639: Birth of an Imperial Weapon
Mu Lie and Mu Yu had lost, and their father, Mu Lin Xue’s uncle, looked furious. His dreams were ruined, the clan wouldn’t raise his children after this. Especially after Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue’s made that weapon cloud appear.
His cheeks felt extremely hot. Everybody from the Mu Clan was staring at him.
“Mu Lie and Mu Yu are not resilient enough. How can they become strong that way?” said the leader of the Mu Clan indifferently. Mu Lin Xue’s uncle was petrified and furious, “Master, there are success rates for these things, people who make weapons can’t succeed every time. There are hundreds of teams, and some people fail, it’s only normal. Mu Lie and Mu Yu aren’t the only ones who failed. Besides, there aren’t many people in the clan who are as good as Mu Yu and Mu Lie. Please forgive them.”
“They’re not bad at making weapons and failing isn’t a problem either. The problem is that they were influenced from seeing Lin Xue’s weapon cloud. Of course, only time can tell how they’ll evolve.” said the leader of the Mu Clan indifferently.
“If Mu Lin Xue defeats Yan Feng, what will the Mu Clan do?” thought Mu Lin Xue’s uncle. His heart was pounding. Would the Mu Clan have to give up Mu Lin Xue?
If Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng defeated Yan Feng, they’d have to rank in the top three. If that was the case, Gold-Fire Tower would have to protect them, even if the Mu Clan changed their mind.
“Impossible, even with a weapon cloud they can’t win.” thought Mu Lin Xue’s uncle.
Everybody had different thoughts. For example, the teacher who thought highly of Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue suddenly felt relieved. He even whispered, “Weapon cloud, haha, they can win.”
He glanced at Yan Feng’s future teacher who was next to him. They were both wondering who would win. Lin Feng had exceeded all their expectations.
Yan Feng looked upset, but he immediately took a deep breath and tried to control himself. He spat out more blood, making his sword become redder. His cloud was also looking thicker.
“Boom!” At that moment, Hen Chang Tian had begun hammering his tower. A weapon cloud had appeared as well, but at the same time it seemed like it wasn’t condensing.
“Chang Tian can make level three imperial weapons on his own, it’s just a pity that he doesn’t have an assistant who can help him with the deployment spells.” thought the members of Gold-Fire Tower. With Lin Feng’s deployment spells, Hen Chang Tian could have made a terrifying weapon.
“This tournament is great, there are so many geniuses this time.” thought the Level Nine Professor, smiling. Even though many people had failed, there were also many who stood out. Around twenty teams could make Level three imperial weapons. Hen Chang Tian, Ge Qing Feng, Si Man Nan and Yan Feng’s weapons would have a strength at the top of the third level, Yan Feng might even make a level four imperial weapon. Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng were also amazing, a cloud had appeared which meant they might succeed in making a level four imperial weapon as well.
“If you think highly of someone, do your best to keep them.” said the cultivator in golden-purple clothes, still smiling. “By now, you’ve probably already noticed someone you’d like to recruit.”
“The little boy with the amazing deployment spells is interesting. The girl he helps is interesting, but her fire is too weak, however, if she was raised properly, she could become quite strong.” said the one who thought highly of Lin Feng. He said that because he was afraid that those next to him would choose them.
“You’re getting too enthusiastic. His deployment spells are good indeed, but he’s just helping. He might not be interested in making weapons. I think Yan Feng is better. He’s aggressive and arrogant, but he’s still young. I like his style.” said the professor in golden-red clothes, smiling.
“What about you?” asked the professor in golden-purple clothes to the last one.
“That one.” said the professor pointing at a young man. He had remained calm the whole time as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.
“Haha, I noticed him too. He’s not bad indeed. He’s still young and doesn’t have incredible techniques, but he can make level two weapons and isn’t risking making a level three imperial weapon.” said the professor in golden-purple clothes smiling. The advantage of the finals was that they could focus on certain people, even if those people didn’t win.
At that moment, Lin Feng was done carving marks, and their weapon was surrounded by cyan lights. No one could tell what Lin Feng had carved.
Lin Feng put the embryo of the weapon on the cauldron again and continued hammering it violently.
Yan Feng was almost done, his red cloud practically blotted out the entire sky. He had sacrificed his own blood seven times, and now he looked exhausted. His Qi had started looking weaker. But no matter what, he had to defeat Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng.
“Almost done, if Yan Feng succeeds, then nobody will beat him!” the leader of the Yan Clan stood up, looking at Yan Feng’s weapon. Many other members from the Yan Clan also stood up. They could already see Yan Feng becoming the champion.
Yan Feng grabbed the sword with both hands, then his hands turned scarlet red as his blood penetrated the sword.
His hands shook nine times, all the while his sword kept whistling.
“Go!” he shouted furiously. His sword pierced through the sky, the red cloud completely being sucked up by the sword.
“It’s a success!” the members of the Yan Clan were overjoyed.
“Mu Lin Xue!” Yan Feng turned to Mu Lin Xue and Lin Feng.
“You can’t disturb other people.” shouted the teacher who thought highly of Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue. Right now, was a crucial moment for them.
Yan Feng looked upset, but then he glanced around and saw that it was a Level Seven Professor who had scolded him. He recalled his Qi, quietly remembering that person for when he became stronger.
“Hehe, it’s getting intense.” said Yan Feng’s future teacher, smiling indifferently. “I still think you will end up giving me your technique.”
“Hmph!” another one groaned coldly. Hen Chang Tian and Ge Qing Feng had succeeded too. They didn’t manage to make a level four imperial weapon, but a level three imperial weapon was still rather good.
“Only Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue still have a chance at defeating Yan Feng now.” thought the crowd. Mu Lin Xue was soaked in sweat, she looked exhausted. Lin Feng was helping her control the fire now. There were three of Lin Feng’s clones around the cauldron, helping.
“Their cloud is not as vast as Yan Feng’s, so even if they manage to make a level four imperial weapon, it still might not be as good as Yan Feng’s.” thought the crowd. Lin Feng and Mu Lin Xue’s weapon cloud was quite small and cyan in color.