NOVEL NEXT Chapter 85: Circling Storm Mace!
The news about robbery of Yao Fan began circulating all over the sect ground. Many people began speculating who could done this.
"What a joke? None of us can beat Yao Fan. How can we rob him. It must be doing of a main peak disciple." One of the outer court disciple commneted.
"Yes, we never stepped on Main Peak! How can we know the place of Yao Fan." Another asked in rage.
"There are creating fake news to beat us." Another lady with muscles added with contempt.
Mo Han also received the news. But he ignored all commotion and focused on his training.
Inside servant barracks…
Mo Han sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. The pouch of aura stones in his hand glowed with a soft blue light, releasing threads of spiritual essence that circled his body like streams of mist. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, each breath pulling the essence from aura-stones into his dantian, pressing down the inconsistent layers of cultivation.
The sudden leap in cultivation from the dual cultivation with Chi Kai had shaken his core foundation, and cracks threatened to destabilize his progress. It was a common-fenomena for dual-cultivation.
Yet, he did not panic. The fragments of memory left by Leo Reynold unfolded in his mind like a teacher's voice whispering ancient truths.
"Anchor the storm within the dantian. Let the aura flow calm before the tide rises again. If not, the waves of destable aura will shatter foundation."
Sweat rolled down Mo Han's forehead as he guided the rampant qi through the meridians, weaving it into steady cycles. His body trembled at first, but soon the violent aura softened, flowing like rivers guided by unseen hands.
The once-unstable cultivation began to settle, his qi sea expanding and stabilizing. When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze carried a sharp brilliance like two burning stars in the night.
"Finally… stable." He muttered, exhaling a long breath that carried a faint-wisp of fire.
But Mo Han did not allow himself rest. His cursed sword lay against the wall, its blade reflecting the dim light. He rose, wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and strode into the courtyard of the stone house.
"My cultivation improved and It's time to master the next forms of the Sun Piercing Sword." Mo Han muttered as he began practicing sword stance.
He adjusted his stance, feet planted firmly, the blade rising slowly until it pointed towards the sky.
The first three forms had long been ingrained in his bones—swift, direct, and precise. But now, the fourth form demanded something more.
He already memorised each movement during journey to Green Jade city.
Mo Han inhaled deeply, channeling qi into the blade. The sword vibrated faintly, the edge glowing with a fiery aura. Suddenly, he slashed downward.
"—Solar Inferno Break!"
The air itself ignited. A roaring storm of flames erupted from the arc of the sword, spiraling outward like a tornado of fire.
The firestorm whirled violently, its heat so intense that even the stone beneath Mo Han's feet glowed faintly red.
His hands trembled because of intense heat.
Mo Han's eyes reflected the inferno, his body firm as a mountain within the raging storm. He lifted the sword again, sweat steaming off his skin, and struck once more.
"Bang!"
The target boulder broken into pieces with loud cracking noise.
Before the heat could dissipate, Mo Han prepared to excute next move.
This time, the qi surged with greater intensity. But he grit his teeth, pouring every drop of focus into the strike. His sword slashed in an upward arc, leaving a burning trail across the sky.
"—Blazing Heaven celebration!"
A pillar of fire burst forth, twisting like a dragon soaring into the heavens. The flames roared with the fury of the sun itself, tearing through the air and leaving a path of scorched brilliance.
People in distance lifted their heads to sky in shock.
The heatwave spread across the peak, scattering birds into the distance. The pillar lingered for a few breaths before collapsing into a shower of sparks that rained down around him like fiery petals.
Mo Han's chest heaved, his hand trembling as he held onto the sword. But his lips curved into a faint smile. The cursed sword turned crimson in colour because of heat.
"Fourth and fifth forms… mastered."
The sword in his hand hummed as though proud of his achievement. His entire body glowed faintly with golden-red light, the fiery aura clinging to him like a mantle of war.
Mo Han stood amidst the scorched courtyard, surrounded by ash and smoke, his eyes burning with determination.
"The sixth form… will be the true test. But with this, even Yao Fan and his father's shadow won't suppress me."
He sheathed the sword slowly, the echo of flames still dancing faintly around the blade.
"Leo Reynolds… your memories are truly a treasure. And with this Sun Piercing Sword, I'll carve my path through these small idiot masters."
As the final sparks faded into the dawn sky, Mo Han sat once more on the cold ground, closing his eyes.
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Fatty Lambu sat on a stone, munching dry rations while watching Mo Han's fiery display. His small eyes widened like copper coins, and when the pillar of flames roared into the sky, he slapped his hands together, clapping furiously.
"Woah! Brother Mo! If Yao Fan saw this, he'd piss himself in his own bed! Wahahaha!"
His loud laughter echoed through the courtyard, mixing with the hiss of fading fire. The burns on his face and arms stung, but he hardly noticed—his admiration for Mo Han's strength drowned out the pain.
At that moment, Jia Kai walked in from outside, her steps steady, carrying a faint herbal fragrance with her.
Without a word, she flicked a small porcelain bottle toward him.
"Take these. They'll help your wounds heal faster."
Fatty caught it clumsily, almost dropping it, then looked up at her with his usual grin, showing a chipped tooth.
"Senior Sister Jia Kai! Hehe… you're like a fairy doctor descended from the heavens. Even the pills you throw casually smell better than roasted chicken!"
She rolled her eyes and walked past, not bothering to answer, though the corner of her lips curled faintly as she glanced at Mo Han's still-warm sword aura lingering in the air.
Mo Han exhaled slowly, sheathing his sword, and walked over to Lambu. With a calm expression, he pulled a small bundle of papers from his sleeve and tossed it into Fatty's lap.
"Stop grinning like an idiot. Next time someone tries to beat you, don't just stand there and take it. Practice this—then you can smash any useless fellow who dares raise a hand at you."
Lambu blinked and unfolded the bundle. His eyes traced the bold title written in firm strokes of ink:
"Circling Storm Mace"
His jaw dropped. "M-Mo Han… is this for real?!" He looked at the diagrams sketched inside: spiraling motions of a heavy mace, footwork designed to trap opponents, and explosive bursts of power that could send enemies flying like ragdolls.
Also, it has total 7 forms and precedure of excution and meridian counts were marked neatly.
Mo Han smirked faintly. "It's simple to learn, but difficult to master. If you train properly, even an average inner disciple will think twice before crossing you."
Fatty's face turned red with excitement. "Ha! Just you wait! The next time someone dares to bully me, I'll smash their teeth into dumplings! Hahaha!"
Jia Kai shot him a sideways glare. "First, you'll need a mace that doesn't break your own arms when you swing it."
Lambu scratched his head sheepishly but didn't stop grinning. "That's easy! I'll just ask the blacksmith to forge me the biggest, fattest, chunkiest mace in the sect!"
Mo Han shook his head with a sigh, though his lips curved into a rare smile. "Use as many spirit stones as you want. Get a long lasting weapon with elemental spirit."