Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6321 Running Into Mu Qingyun

“What terrifying sword intent!”

Xue Tu and the others felt their souls tremble. This sword intent was several times sharper than what that senior apprentice-brother Fan had unleashed. Just approaching it made their souls feel as though they were being stabbed through.

Before them stood thirty-six colossal swords glowing with divine light, like heavenly pillars piercing the sky. They formed a massive ring, and each sword was linked by an unbroken current of sword intent, as if sealing something within.

“Could it be... the High Heaven line was trying to obtain these swords?” Qing Yi asked, her eyes widening. The swords radiated terrifying power, and to anyone watching, they seemed like unimaginable treasures.

Shaking his head, Long Chen replied, “No. This sword formation contains that senior apprentice-brother Fan’s will. These swords were likely his to begin with.”

He could sense the fading imprint of Fan’s soul within the swords—the remnants of his will slowly dissipating.

“If he possessed such a terrifying sword formation, why didn’t he use such it against us?” Xue Tu asked.

Long Chen didn’t have an answer. He waved for the others to remain behind, unwilling to risk them being injured by the crushing sword intent. Then, alone, he stepped toward the formation.

The moment he approached, the sword formation buzzed. Sharp killing intent spread, seemingly warning him.

However, Long Chen ignored it. With Evilmoon present, this sword formation wasn’t much of a threat.

The closer he drew, the more unstable the formation became. The nearest sword trembled violently, as though it would strike at any moment.

Finally, when he reached the edge, he saw what lay sealed within.

At the center of the formation sat a towering armored giant, cross-legged like an ancient guardian. A sword rested across its knees, and though motionless, it radiated a suffocating Sword Dao aura strong enough to keep the thirty-six giant swords at bay.

“That’s not a lifeform. It’s a puppet,” Long Chen muttered, surprised.

This was his first time seeing such a powerful puppet. Countless sword-shaped runes covered its armor. In fact, its body looked like a condensation of divine swords.

Then, his gaze locked onto its chest.

There, a glowing sphere of light pulsed, wrapped in a shimmering barrier. Within that barrier floated a figure.

The moment Long Chen saw it, he couldn’t help but cry, “Mu Qingyun!”

He never imagined he would encounter her here.

She seemed to be controlling the giant puppet, straining desperately against the suppression of the sword formation. Her face was pale, her breathing ragged, and her spiritual fluctuations unsteady—she was clearly beyond her limit.

“Evilmoon!” shouted Long Chen.

Evilmoon instantly split into millions of petals that wrapped around the giant swords. The petals hardened into dragon scales and sealed the giant swords completely.

The swords seemed to sense the danger and tried to resist, but it was too late. The moment the dragon scales covered them, they were done for.

Seeing this, Long Chen couldn’t help but sigh. Even Evilmoon had matured—it understood that these thirty-six swords were treasures and refrained from destroying them outright.

With the swords sealed, Long Chen appeared before the puppet’s chest, staring at Mu Qingyun through the barrier.

She was clearly past her limit, holding on through sheer willpower alone.

Long Chen reached out and touched the light. At once, Sword Qi condensed across the giant’s body and slashed toward him.

In response, his Starry Sky Battle Robe manifested, shifting from illusion to reality. The Sword Qi shattered against it without leaving a mark.

Using that chance, Long Chen pierced through the barrier and appeared before Mu Qingyun. Pressing a finger to her forehead, he poured his Spiritual Strength into her mind-sea.

The fire of her soul was on the verge of extinction. But as Long Chen’s Spiritual Strength flowed in, it was rekindled, burning strong once more.

Mu Qingyun’s body trembled. With great effort, her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw Long Chen, relief washed over her.

“Brother San...”

Mu Qingyun wanted to say more, but the moment she relaxed, she fainted.

Long Chen quickly examined her condition. Thankfully, she wasn’t injured, only drained after forcing herself to control this giant puppet against the High Heaven experts.

Long Chen was rather flabbergasted. Mu Qingyun had actually crossed the nine-hundred-flame threshold as well. It was no wonder she could compete against these High Heaven experts with this puppet.

His Spiritual Strength continued to flow into her, and soon her pale face regained a trace of color.

With a wave of his hand, Long Chen drew the thirty-six swords into the primal chaos space. They had resisted Evilmoon outside, but once inside, their wills were erased. They shrank into ordinary-sized blades and obediently hung in the air.

As for the puppet, Long Chen chose not to touch it. It possessed its own spirituality, and if he forcibly pulled it into the primal chaos space, that spirit would be erased, ruining the treasure. Instead, he wrapped it in his astral energy to isolate it from the remnant Sword Qi here and brought it onto the divine wing owl dragon’s back.

Though the battle had been immense, it had lasted no more than a dozen breaths. With it over, Long Chen ordered everyone to keep moving.

Along the way, he continued supporting Mu Qingyun with his Spiritual Strength and even gave her a soul-calming pill to hasten her recovery. With no external injuries, she only needed rest.

The owl dragons sped through the air as if nothing had happened. Once Mu Qingyun was stabilized, Xue Tu hurried to Long Chen’s side, scratching his head awkwardly.

“Boss, is there something wrong with my Divine Dragon Blood Blaze? Wasn’t it supposed to last three breaths? Mine ended halfway through,” he complained.

Xue Tu was rather unhappy with it. He had thought this was his chance to shine, but his technique had ended prematurely. Otherwise, he believed he could have fought evenly with senior apprentice-brother Fan.

Long Chen looked at Xue Tu and simply shook his head.

He replied, “There’s no problem with the Divine Dragon Blood Blaze. It's you. You’re leaking!”

“Ah?” Xue Tu widened his eyes in confusion.

“The Divine Dragon Blood Blaze compresses your Sovereign flames and ignites them within your essence blood to form Blood Qi. This Blood Qi is then compressed by divine runes until it erupts like a volcano, creating a hundredfold increase in power. But your control over your Blood qi is sloppy, so the power leaks out. Before your time was even up, the energy had already dissipated,” Long Chen explained.

When Xue Tu had used the ability, Long Chen had seen the flaw clearly. This divine technique was one that only Xue Tu could cultivate—his constitution and bloodline were unique. Anyone else would have exploded from the eruption.

However, he needed more experience with it.

“In other words, I can still improve a lot, right?” Xue Tu asked eagerly.

“You should focus on controlling your blood flow. If you do, this technique alone will be enough to make your name resound through the nine heavens,” said Long Chen.

In truth, even Long Chen felt a twinge of envy at such a terrifying ability.

Hearing this, Xue Tu excitedly roared, already envisioning the day he stood unrivaled across the nine heavens.

“Brother San...”

At that moment, Mu Qingyun stirred awake, and Xue Tu instantly snapped his mouth shut.