Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family Chapter 13 Hundred Refinements Divine Weapon Technique! Mask

"This spiritual power..."

Mo Qingyue’s gaze was sharp as lightning, staring fixedly at the room next door.

Just monts ago.

She clearly felt a wave of spiritual power spread out from Chen Zhixing’s room next door.

To her, a Great Mind Master, this spiritual power was not imnse but extrely pure and of high intensity!

By the ti she wanted to investigate further, this spiritual power had already been instantly retracted, disappearing without a trace.

"Who is it?!"

Mo Qingyue’s eyes kept flickering.

She distinctly rembered that Chen Tianliang and his wife had gone down the mountain after having dinner with them to buy osmanthus cakes for the child Chen Zhixing.

That ans.

The room next door now only has Chen Zhixing alone!

"Could it be....."

Mo Qingyue’s mind flashed with the innocent, charming face of Chen Zhixing, and her pupils slightly contracted.

A bold guess surged in her heart.

The next mont.

To confirm her suspicion, Mo Qingyue gently pressed her palm against the floor.

An invisible wave of ntal telekinesis instantly erupted from her palm, surging towards the room where Chen Zhixing was staying.

Sizzle.

As if hitting an invisible wall, the ntal telekinesis bounced back.

"This room of the Ziwei Chen Family has a restriction."

Mo Qingyue withdrew her hand, her exquisite face showing an ever-changing expression.

After a while, Mo Qingyue took a deep breath, a faint smile appearing on her face.

"Chen Zhixing... interesting."

She glanced at the room next door, then closed her eyes again and began cultivating.

She vaguely realized.

The child from the Chen Family called Chen Zhixing is probably not simple.

But she’s not in a hurry.

She doesn’t believe that under her attentive observation, the child nad Chen Zhixing won’t reveal any clues.

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At the sa ti.

Chen Zhixing was diligently honing his ntal telekinesis, and naturally, he wouldn’t notice the changes in the room next door.

Ding ding ding!

Ding ding ding!

In front of him, waves of spiritual power were being continuously hamred into the shape of a flying sword.

With each hamr strike, Chen Zhixing felt like a hamr was pounding his head, unable to stop the throbbing pain.

However, pain notwithstanding.

He could clearly feel that with each refinent, his spiritual power beca more pure and solid.

His spiritual power was quietly growing stronger.

Thump!

Suddenly, the ntal telekinesis forming into a flying sword embryo burst apart, shattering into countless pieces of ntal telekinesis.

Chen Zhixing inhaled sharply due to the pain, his head dizzy, his vision blackening.

It wasn’t until after a long while that the intense discomfort gradually subsided.

Chen Zhixing raised his eyes, unable to help but smile bitterly, "Failed again?"

This was not Chen Zhixing’s first failure.

Not long ago, Chen Zhixing had first refined his spiritual power into a giant hamr shape.

But before the giant hamr could take form, it shattered with a boom, and the spiritual power scattered away.

Afterward, Chen Zhixing tried shaping his spiritual power into a long spear, but again, failure.

Then, he continuously attempted refining it into guns, staffs, axes, but still the sa result—complete failure.

He roughly figured out the reason for the failure.

It’s probably due to him having too little spiritual power, insufficient to support refining into such large spiritual divine weapons.

"Try again!"

Chen Zhixing gritted his teeth, and in his mind, he sketched the shape of a dart.

The spiritual power scattered in the void gathered again, gradually refined into a palm-sized hexagonal dart.

Ding ding ding!

Ding ding ding!!

The ntal telekinesis beca more solid, gradually taking the form of a dart.

"Did it succeed?"

Just as Chen Zhixing’s face lit up with joy, thinking he was about to succeed.

Crack!

The dart-shaped ntal telekinesis suddenly shattered.

Familiar intense pain struck again!

"Hiss~~~!" Chen Zhixing’s head throbbed in pain, his eyes seeing stars, his facial features distorted.

A mont later.

"I won’t believe it, try again!"

Thump!

"Hiss~! Try again!!"

Thump!!

"Again....."

Thump!!

"Aaargh, dammit..."

Thump!

"I...."

Thump!

"..."

Thump!!!

Until an hour later.

Chen Zhixing, tortured to the brink of death, shakily raised his head.

Looking at the void where a needle, as thin as a strand of hair, had finally been successfully refined!

"Hahaha, it’s done! Finally succeeded!!"

Chen Zhixing’s eyes were bloodshot, unable to hold back a laugh.

"Co!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the needle in the void spun quickly towards Chen Zhixing.

Sizzle!!

The needle halted firmly one centiter from Chen Zhixing’s nose.

Chen Zhixing’s gaze flickered, and he looked at a fly buzzing in the room.

"Go."

With that word uttered, the needle flashed by.

The robust fly rely twitched all over before plumting straight to the ground.

"Not bad."

Chen Zhixing felt restless, wanting to find so stronger creatures for testing.

This spiritual power needle refined through great pain was sothing he could not let go without understanding its true power.

After so thought, Chen Zhixing shook his head, "Forget it, Dad and Mom should be back soon, there’ll be plenty of chances for experints later."

Thinking this.

Chen Zhixing casually beckoned, and the needle flew over, landing between his eyebrows.

He could clearly feel the needle quietly floating within his Sea of Consciousness.

A mont later.

Footsteps sounded outside the room.

Chen Zhixing’s eyes flashed, his face turning back to a naive and honest expression, as he lay on the bed to sleep.

Clang.

The door was pushed open.

Chen Tianliang and Yingy Shuangshuang entered, carrying a wooden box filled with osmanthus cakes.

"This child, still says he wants osmanthus cakes but falls asleep first."

Yingy Shuangshuang placed down the cakes, gently covering Chen Zhixing with a blanket.

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A night passed without incident.

The next day, at noon.

The family of three, along with Yingy Shuangshuang and Master Fei Long, were dining in the courtyard.

Upon reaching the True Self Realm, fasting naturally eliminates the need to consu grains.

But most cultivators rarely abstain unless in exceptional circumstances.

"Old Jia, I think Yue’er, this young girl, could try cultivating..."

While they were casually chatting.

"Third Master!"

The outer disciple guarding the gate hurriedly walked in.

"What’s the matter?"

Chen Tianliang looked at the outer disciple and asked.

The outer disciple slightly bowed, then replied respectfully:

"Third Master, two people have arrived outside the gate, one nad Master Kuimu and the other Zhuang Wuxian. They claim to be your old friends and wish to see you. Third Master, your thoughts...?"

"Oh?"

Chen Tianliang raised his brow, then joyfully said, "Hahaha, Kuimu and Zhuang Wuxian, those two fellows are here? Surely the South Sea Secret Realm has opened, quickly invite them!"

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