I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

In the capital city of Wu Country, once again, excitement erupted in the wake of Meng Chong. The ministers were terrified, and the Emperor of Wu’s face was deathly pale.

Senior Wu, a martial artist with a powerful reputation, unexpectedly broke into the imperial palace alone, cutting a long trench within the palace with a single stroke of his sword.

Intimidating both the ministers and the Emperor of Wu.

The imperial guards within were all trembling in fear, none daring to step forward.

Even the disciple of Senior Wu was hiding in the distance at the moment, as he noticed something seemed off about his master!

In the court, the Blood Spirit Child crushed a hapless minister to death with a casual squeeze of his hand, then sat on the emperor’s throne. His jagged-edged blade was leaned against the foot of the throne while the Emperor of Wu stood, white-faced, in front of a group of ministers.

This Senior Wu seemed far more dangerous than Meng Chong, capable of killing at any moment.

“You are the emperor of Wu Country?”

The Blood Spirit Child asked, looking down at the Emperor of Wu.

“Yes, yes, what can I do for you, Senior Wu?”

The Emperor of Wu responded nervously.

He felt pacified inside his heart, as a supreme ruler of a nation was waiting like a servant for his master’s order!

“Find someone for me, his name is Meng Chong, I want you to bring him to me!”

His mouth spread into a smirk, the Blood Spirit Child said.

The Emperor of Wu sighed in relief and quickly said, “No problem, I’ll find him immediately. I’ve long been dissatisfied with Meng Chong’s lack of respect.” “Senior Wu, please wait for a few days, he will soon come to the capital city of Wu Country.”

Standing up, the Blood Spirit Child said, “Very well, I’ll wait for your news. If you fail to bring him, you will… all become blood food!

“Although it tastes a bit off, it’s better than nothing!”

With those words, the Blood Spirit Child strolled past the Emperor of Wu, casually crushing another unlucky minister to death as he made his departure.

The Emperor of Wu sat on the floor, completely drained, and all the other ministers did the same.

Once almighty, ever since the matter with Meng Chong, everything seemed to have changed. Today was even worse, the life of the Emperor was at great risk.

All the ministers felt unutterably oppressed.

In the face of absolute power, so-called authority seemed to be faintly vulnerable!

“Retire!”

The chief eunuch hastily dismissed the ministers.

Helping the Emperor of Wu up, “Your Majesty, what should we do?”

“Find Meng Chong, inform Meng Chong, tell him I have a favor to ask, ask him to visit the capital city!”

The Emperor of Wu said through clenched teeth.

If Meng Chong didn’t come, the consequences would be unimaginable. And he knew, given Meng Chong’s character, if he heard that he needed help, he would definitely come.

“Tell Meng Chong, there’s a martial arts master in the capital city of Wu.”

The Emperor of Wu then said in a low voice after a pause.

“But… we don’t know where Meng Chong is.”

The chief eunuch said with a worried expression.

“Let the Heavenly Mother’s Church send the message; the martial arts world has its own way of transmitting information.”

The Emperor of Wu thought for a moment and then spoke.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The chief eunuch complied and passed on the order.

The imperial palace of Wu Country, a secluded palace.

The Emperor of Wu came again, entering the ancient stone house.

“You said it was impossible to cultivate here, but why are martial artists appearing one after another?”

After a while, a mysterious voice echoed within the stone house.

“Haha, you want to deceive me again. Impossible, absolutely impossible, I won’t be fooled.”

The Emperor of Wu took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, “I did not lie to you. A well-known martial artist from my Wu Country came to the palace today to find another martial artist.

“His power is terrifying, and he even sucks blood!”

The stone house fell into silence. After a long while, the mysterious voice once again echoed, “Really? You’re not lying?”

“I can swear!”

“There’s no reason… In the remote area of Taicang, the Heavenly Earth Lingji is dead. How could there be martial artists? If the Heavenly Earth Lingji was restored, I would have already come out.”

The mysterious voice muttered to itself.

“Pass on the cultivation technique to me, and I’ll give it a try. Even if it’s really impossible to cultivate, you won’t lose anything.”

The Emperor of Wu took the opportunity to say.

“Haha, I knew it, you want to deceive me, they’re all liars, *sob*… they’re all liars, a bunch of liars. How can there be so many liars in the world…”

The mysterious voice was again somewhat frantic.

The Emperor of Wu frowned, leaving empty-handed once more.

“I didn’t lie to you. I swear that a martial artist has appeared.”

“Liar… *sob*, liar, 1 won’t be fooled, I definitely won’t be fooled, I’m so smart, I won’t be fooled…”

“You can think about it. In fact, passing a bit of a lower-level technique, or even just a basic cultivation technique would also be fine. I really didn’t deceive you, there really is a martial artist…”

The Emperor of Wu sounded a bit like he was begging.

However, the mystery voice ignored him and continued saying, “‘Liar, they’re all liars…”

Emperor Wu left the stone house reluctantly and helplessly.

Meng Chong felt the tremor of his precious blade, almost in sync with his heartbeat. Whenever he held the hilt, it was as if he were connected by flesh and blood.

It seemed as though the blade was a part of his body.

And it seemed this blade had been forged by his own efforts, infusing it with consciousness, giving it a soul.

“It’s almost time!”

Meng Chong had an intuition that the day of pulling out the sword was not far away.

The day the sword reveals itself will be the day of the awakening of the sword spirit.

“I can feel that under my nurturing, this blade is imbued with an enormously powerful force. Once this blade is drawn out, I am afraid it could kill a grandmaster!”

Meng Chong thought to himself.

The prolonged nurturing of the precious blade, the continuous influx of his vital energy and blood, had endowed it with a great and mighty power.

When the blade will be drawn, it will undoubtedly make a big stir.

“I have made some progress with the Great Sun Golden Body cultivation technique too; I’m pretty close to understanding it.”

Meng Chong thought to himself..