"Did you notice, this techniqueâs variation actually resembles a sword technique," Jiang Yuzhe suddenly discovered something and said with doubt.
Speaking of which, among the three gold medal thugs beside Mu Hanyan, the strongest in cultivation is undoubtedly Huayue, the most resourceful is Zirong, but when it comes to understanding the Sword Dao, the strongest is Jiang Yuzhe, who responds a beat slower.
After all, he comprehended the Shadowless Sword Technique on his own and then deduced the Barrier Technique of Shadow Shifting from it. Although Zirong likes to tease him, when it comes to this kind of comprehension, she feels inferior.
"I wouldnât have realized it if you hadnât pointed it out; it truly does resemble a sword technique." With his reminder, Huayue also noticed this point, and her expression was even more perplexed.
"Strange, how could the young master have such exquisite sword technique, and we didnât know before?" Jiang Yuzhe said strangely.
He didnât doubt Mu Hanyan had been holding back; though Mu Hanyan rarely took action, those qualified for him to act were generally strong. With such exquisite sword technique, Mu Hanyan wouldnât have waited until now to use it.
As Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe pondered over this, Mu Hanyan was secretly shocked as well.
Initially, she didnât think much of it, but gradually she discovered the extraordinary nature of this Divine Meridian Cutting Technique, which began to feel more like a sword technique.
What baffled her more was that as she grew more skilled and faster with her hand technique, the flashes of inspiration in her mind also came quicker. Others typically experience a flash of inspiration followed by instant realization; she, however, had incessant flashes of inspiration, flashing so much it was making her dizzy.
For ordinary people, each flash of inspiration might signal an opportunity for advancement; regretfully, hers occurred at inopportune times. If harnessed at critical moments of breakthrough, she might have ascended directly to the Sword Saint Realm long ago.
Of course, this thought quickly passed through her mind, and Mu Hanyan didnât let herself get distracted.
Unknowingly, all of Yu Qingwanâs meridians had been severed, yet they remained somewhat connected. Most of the toxins in her body had transferred to Zirong under Ye Lanfengâs seal, imprisoned within her Qi Sea.
Yu Qingwanâs face was now free of any black aura, and even had a hint of blush.
Mu Hanyan didnât dare to be careless in the slightest. Now, only her Qi Sea was left; the root of the poison lay within her Qi Sea, and only by breaking it could the residual toxins be completely removed.
However, be it for a cultivator or an ordinary person, the Qi Sea was a critical vulnerability. A single misstep would be life-threatening, so she couldnât dare be careless.
Mu Hanyanâs movements, originally as smooth as flowing water, slightly paused. She suddenly realized that no matter how exquisite the Divine Meridian Cutting Technique she learned was, breaking through Yu Qingwanâs Qi Sea without harming her life seemed an impossible task.
There seemed to be a missing variation in this technique. Even though she had entered a state of selflessness earlier, she heard Doctor Sun say there were a total of eighty-one variations of the Divine Meridian Cutting Technique. She could count them with a single thought, and she seemed to have comprehended all eighty-one variations. Why was she feeling this way?
Seeing Mu Hanyan suddenly stop, Huayue and the others all looked serious, watching her closely without daring to make any sound.
They also guessed that Mu Hanyan had reached the crucial final step, where Yu Qingwan and Zirongâs lives hung by a thread.
At this time, Doctor Sun admired Mu Hanyan to the point of profound respect, yet he felt a slight unease seeing her suddenly halt.
Could it be that even the eighty-one exquisite variations werenât enough to complete the final step?
Previously, he assumed that relying on his familyâs passed-down medical skills, with assistance from Ye Lanfeng and Mu Hanyan, even if unable to master all eighty-one variations, they could manage. At worst, they would just be a bit weaker, then use the Golden Needle Soul Piercing Technique to forcibly boost Divine Sense, and everything would be fine.
It was only upon seeing Mu Hanyanâs more exquisite technique that he realized his own limitations; if it werenât for Mu Hanyanâs exceptional talent, having learned the Divine Meridian Cutting Technique effortlessly without guidance, Yu Qingwan and others might have met fatal ends many times over due to relying on his half-baked technique.
Now that he saw Mu Hanyan pause, her expression growing more solemn, his heart couldnât help but suspend in worry once more. If even the eighty-one exquisite variations couldnât finish the final step, wouldnât it ultimately be all in vain?
The atmosphere in the room gradually became tense again, as if the air was solidifying.
Mu Hanyanâs hand was still hovering above Yu Qingwanâs Qi Sea, unable to make a move.
"There must be one more variation; unless I comprehend this change, once the Qi Sea is broken, itâs either Yu Qingwan perishing or the toxins remaining, resulting in futile efforts." Mu Hanyan tried hard to think it through but couldnât figure it out.
What was most frustrating was that the flashes of inspiration in her mind had stopped. They had flashed repeatedly earlier, almost rendering her dizzy, but now refused to appear! Mu Hanyan was so anxious she wanted to curse out loud.
Just then, a sudden flash of light appeared in her mind, like lightning splitting the heavens.
All of Mu Hanyanâs Divine Sense was drawn to this flash, and with a thought, her hand gently swept across.
"Nine Heavens Star Fall, Sword Slash Fan Chen!" An ancient voice echoed in her mind.
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Seeing Mu Hanyan stop moving, the black aura on Yu Qingwanâs face gradually surfaced again, Zirong once more showed deep fatigue. Huayue and the others were anxious and worried, but they dared not rush her, only watched Mu Hanyan with anticipation.
Their hearts were also riddled with contradictions, fearing Mu Hanyan would act rashly and fail, yet also afraid heâd hesitate, ultimately giving up.
As they waited with hearts twisted into knots, Mu Hanyan finally took action.
That long, fair hand swept gently, calm and simple yet deeply profound.
A shadowy sword shadow appeared beneath his palm, as though gently stretching across the boundless sky, yet not taking away a bit of cloud, as if slicing through the void, extending into the vast Nine Heavens, cutting down the myriad stars.
Everyoneâs Mental State unconsciously immersed into the shadowy sword shadow, falling into a long introspective silence.
At this moment, Mu Hanyanâs entire Mental State was completely fused into that single slash.
"Is Nine Heavens Star Fall the name of this sword technique?" Mu Hanyan suddenly realized.
The various flashes of inspiration, the repeated comprehension of the numerous variations of the Divine Meridian Cutting technique, itâs not because of her astounding talent, but because â this so-called Divine Meridian Cutting Hand is actually a sword technique, a sword technique imprinted in the memory of the Aolai Divine Beast.