Demon-killing Enlightenment

Mu Yang was very angry and thought, does this stone really dislike me?

Yang Jin was a little surprised at first, but was brought back to his senses by Yang Zhao's laughter.

"Mu Yang, come here." Yang Jin said to Mu Yang.

Mu Yang didn't understand and walked over to Yang Jin.

Yang Jin still kept his hand on Mu Yang's head and put it down after a while.

"Although the process is a bit special, the result is good. You are now in the early stage of Qi Awakening Realm." Yang Jin looked at Mu Yang with a smile.

Mu Yang spread out his hands and looked at himself, and didn't feel any difference. If he had to say there was a change, it was that his head didn't hurt as much.

"What? He has the Qi Mirror? How can a fool possess spiritual energy?" Yang Zhao's voice rang out again.

The people around were really fed up with this young man, and the cheerful atmosphere was broken again.

"Yang Zhao, you are so annoying. Why can't Mu Yang possess spiritual energy?" Yang Jiao stood up for Mu Yang.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. Let me try." Yang Zhao walked towards Mu Yang without saying anything.

Mu Yang still wanted to have any contact with this guy, so he instinctively stepped back.

Just when Yang Zhao was about to grab Mu Yang's arm, Mu Yang quickly dodged.

Huh? Yang Zhao was upset that he hadn't caught this fool, so he instinctively circulated his spiritual energy to catch Mu Yang again.

Mu Yang moved left and right near the people around him, trying to avoid Yang Zhao in a strange way.

Yang Jin originally wanted to stop Yang Zhao, but when he saw that Mu Yang was not bullied, he calmly watched the two people chasing him, ready to stop him when Yang Zhao succeeded.

Yang Jiao also wanted to help, but found that she could not catch up with the two people. She could only stay where she was and look at Mu Yang who had the upper hand in surprise.

Mu Yang was actually a little puzzled. He did not intentionally control his steps, but his body was graceful and his speed was amazing.

In this way, in the space of the clan altar, Yang Zhao chased back and forth several times, but did not even touch the corner of Mu Yang's clothes.

Panting, Yang Zhao stopped reluctantly, looking resentfully at Mu Yang who was also stopping not far from him.

"Okay, Yang Zhao, do you still doubt Mu Yang now? You, who is in the middle stage of Qi Awakening Realm, can't catch up with Mu Yang. Do you still think that he doesn't have spiritual energy?" Yang Jin's calm voice sounded.

Yang Zhao took a few breaths and calmed down. He looked at Mu Yang fiercely, then at Yang Jin. "Let's go!" He called Yang Xin and left without looking back.

Mu Yang did not feel any change in the atmosphere, but he felt that the scene just now was extremely familiar, as if he had often run like this before.

Yang Jin didn't care whether Yang Zhao had left or not. He walked to Mu Yang and said, "Mu Yang, you are really special. You just gained spiritual energy through the Awakening Spirit Stone, and you have already made Yang Zhao, who is in the middle stage of the Awakening Spirit Mirror, suffer a setback."

Mu Yang scratched his head and smiled, not knowing how to answer.

"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed. Teacher Yang rarely praises people." Yang Jiao walked to Mu Yang and said.

"But you are really amazing. Your steps are so strange. They make Yang Zhao look as stupid as a pig." Yang Jiao continued.

"Okay, let's just leave it at that. Let's continue training." Yang Jin also heard that Mu Yang had just woken up, and knew that he was a little confused about the situation, so he stopped worrying about it.

Everyone obediently continued to find their opponents and started training.

Mu Yang just stood there doing nothing.

At this time, Yang Jin said to Mu Yang: "Mu Yang, now you are also in the early stage of Qi Awakening, and you should also contribute to Yangcheng.

Just like these children in training, if they become stronger, Yangcheng will have an extra layer of security.”

Mu Yang nodded. Of course he was willing to protect Yangcheng, but he had no idea how dangerous Yangcheng was.

"There's no need to rush. After all, you just sensed the spiritual energy. Go to the weapon rack and choose a weapon. Just find one that suits you." Yang Jin pointed to a corner where the firelight was a little dim.

Mu Yang didn't notice that corner when he first came into the clan altar, but now looking over there, it seemed to be full of things.

When Mu Yang walked to the place Yang Jin pointed, he could see clearly that there was a shelf full of weapons.

Various weapons were placed there, some were rusty, and some were stained with blood.

Mu Yang didn't know how to choose a weapon, but Yang Jin said that it would be fine as long as it was handy. So Mu Yang tried them one by one.

The weapons were mostly swords, of various lengths, widths and thicknesses. Mu Yang had noticed before that most of the people in training also used swords.

So Mu Yang also decided to try out swords more often.

After trying many swords, Mu Yang tried many knives, but he always felt that they were not as handy as Teacher Yang Jin said.

So Mu Yang turned his gaze deeper into the weapon rack and saw a few swords placed inside.

These swords are a little special, covered with rust and large stains of blood, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

But Mu Yang still weighed it in his hand.

After trying a few, I still felt that they were not working, and the only thing left of the bloody and rusty sword was a short scimitar.

Mu Yang did not try the scimitar first because it was too badly rusted. There was no metal exposed on the handle or blade, and red and black blood stains could be seen in the places where the rust was thin.

However, Mu Yang did not give up the scimitar and still held it in his hand.

I held the scimitar in front of my eyes and looked at it. It was of the right weight and easy to swing. It was indeed better than any sword I had tried before.

Just when Mu Yang decided that this was the scimitar, his left forearm suddenly began to feel hot, so hot that Mu Yang almost couldn't hold the rusty knife.

Mu Yang's forearm was getting hotter and hotter. He could hardly stand due to the pain. He used his knife to support himself and half-knelt deep inside the weapon rack.

Mu Yang's forehead was hurting and he started sweating. He looked at his burning left arm and saw no change, as if the burning feeling appeared out of nowhere.

Just when Mu Yang's full attention was on his hot arm, the scimitar in his hand changed.

The rust on the scimitar fell off bit by bit, revealing the metal blade covered in blood.

Mu Yang was still enduring the pain and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just after the rust on the scimitar faded away, a stream of energy began to flow in Mu Yang's body. After gathering in his left arm, the burning feeling slowly disappeared.

This time Mu Yang felt that power, which should be the spiritual energy that Teacher Yang Jin mentioned. It was this spiritual energy that eliminated the burning feeling.

Mu Yang stabilized his breathing and stood up. Only then did he notice that he was still holding the scimitar in his hand.

At this time, the scimitar was no longer rusty, the blade was curved and the blade was sharp.

Mu Yang was very surprised. What was going on? Why was there no rust? Could it be related to the sudden heat in my arm?

It seems that I still have a lot of secrets.

Mu Yang left the weapon rack with the machete and walked towards the people who were training. No one noticed what happened at the weapon rack.

Yang Jin saw that Mu Yang had been gone for a while and came back without asking any questions, and he was not curious when he saw that Mu Yang was holding a scimitar in his hand.

However, he stopped everyone after Mu Yang came closer.

"Today's training ends here. Next, let everyone see why we train so hard." Yang Jin said as he led everyone to the clan altar.

"Take your weapons and prepare for battle." Yang Jin went up to the clan altar and took out a small leather bag from his waist.

Yang Jin opened the leather bag and took something out, but no one saw it.

Just as Yang Jin took back the leather bag, the torches around the clan altar suddenly dimmed, and some even went out.

A strange atmosphere filled the tribal altar.