Chapter One Hundred: The Creation of the Sword

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Cassel Academy was like a sieve riddled with holes, through which the news of the White King's bloodline among the Serpent Children rapidly spread across the entire world, stirring a tempest as if a bomb had been dropped into a deep pond. All the mixed-blood clans around the world once again deeply understood that the world was about to change.

This revelation caused those families already aware of certain extraordinary circumstances to conceal them even further. Often, those in high positions make correct decisions not necessarily because they are smarter than others, but simply because they possess more information.

The sudden appearance of the White King's bloodline, missing for nearly ten thousand years, strengthened their belief that the ancient prophecy was about to be fulfilled. Yet, driven by their instinct to gain more benefits, they unanimously hid the news of the emergence of peculiar animal superpowered individuals among ordinary humans.

After all, they were just some animal ability users whose powers could not even be sensed by elemental detection; leaving this information undisclosed might prove useful someday.

Until death loomed near, all beneficiaries thought this way.

However, on a certain small island, the pure White King's bloodline descendants, who had guarded their secrets faithfully since ancient times, sneered at this. Yet, the Serpent Children, whose natures differed from humans, made them keenly aware that this world might be undergoing some unforeseen changes.

But the god had yet to awaken; plans could neither be advanced nor postponed. Aside from intensifying control over information leaks, they had nothing more to do, no alternatives to consider.

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Chu Zihang lightly waved her hand, and the blood flowing on her sword naturally splattered against the wall—this was her third stronghold cleared.

The professional cleaners dispatched by the Black Prince Group had eyes that shifted from initial admiration to fear, and now to numbness.

The murderous intent swelling in her mind seemed to roar, as if a voice shouted within her brain: kill with every step, kill without mercy, in this vast world there is none that cannot be slain.

The once unfamiliar path of Tianwu’s killing art began to operate smoothly through constant slaughter, drawing ever closer to the boundary of a true martial artist.

But just as Chu Zihang was about to break through, as if anticipating this, a phone call came through.

Like a bucket of cold water poured over her, the murderous intent ebbed away swiftly, the sensation of imminent breakthrough vanished without a trace.

“I’m hungry,” Liu Tian said calmly over the phone. “It’s time to come back. Don’t let the killing intent control you; learn to master it.”

“Also, your mother’s on her way. Let’s have something good today.”

The previous conversation, which had been guiding Chu Zihang on secret martial techniques, suddenly shifted to family matters.

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“Alright.” She sheathed her sword and lightly leapt from a building nearly twenty meters high. As she answered, she ran under the cover of moonlight at a speed rivaling that of a sports car.

After hanging up, Liu Tian leafed through the reports submitted by Bat and his team, outlining the general situation of the world's mixed-blood individuals.

A hand brushed over an ancient artifact they had discovered; the sparse source energy was quickly absorbed completely.

The source energy contained in the world’s antiques was basically the same as those of the original world. After more than two months of hard work, only twelve points of source energy had been accumulated.

Of course, this might also be due to the relative weakness of his own faction.

In the original world, antiques from the Lost Empire, though precious, were not fought over as fiercely as here, where anything related to the Dragon Clan signified power, thus intensifying competition.

Cassel Academy, which nurtured elite mixed-bloods? Perhaps it held considerable knowledge about dragons, as well as techniques to restrain the resonance between dragons and elements—after all, a being of Odin’s caliber could not be killed unless each carried a nuclear bomb ready to detonate at any moment.

Liu Tian looked up at the bright full moon, lost in thought.

Come to think of it, Lu Mingfei had never sought to repay his favor—had he not yet realized how valuable Liu Tian’s favor was?

Liu Tian’s thoughts shifted swiftly as he opened the [Effort] panel, lightly tapping repeatedly on his swordsmanship, which had already reached level six.

With just thirty points of source energy consumed, a martial art that would have taken nearly a hundred years to perfect was suddenly created through his effort.

This was a special martial art that fused the essence of Tianwu Tao, transcending mere technique to wield the power of wind.

Practitioners could reach the level of Century Kings. This was the second Century King-level martial art Liu Tian painstakingly developed.

Like Tianwu Tao’s Heart Severing Path, Head Severing Path, Life Severing Path, and Infinite Path, this newly born secret martial art featured four deadly moves, each named after one of the Four Divine Beasts: Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise.

The Azure Dragon’s secret technique was "Sharpness," manipulating wind into blades that could enter through the tiniest wound and shred the enemy from within.

The Vermilion Bird’s secret technique was "Speed," enveloping the user in wind to increase movement speed while simultaneously forming a vast wing-like barrier that was perpetually sustained by an endless source of wind.

The White Tiger’s secret technique was "Momentum," overwhelming the enemy with imposing presence, directly assaulting their mind with spiritual will while drawing them within attack range using wind.

The Black Tortoise’s secret technique was "Control," manipulating air currents into invisible whirlpools that completely restrained the enemy.

Like the various paths of Tianwu Tao, these four deadly moves would grow stronger alongside the practitioner’s advancement.

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At the deepest level, if the practitioner’s physical condition, mental speed, and spiritual will were sufficient, this martial art would naturally evolve into a terrifying technique that commanded the atmosphere itself.

Pointing his finger like a sword, Liu Tian lightly swung it, unleashing a colorless energy flow resembling an Eastern divine dragon, roaring as it surged forward. The spiritual will-laden airflow naturally attracted nearby elements. The farther it traveled, the larger the dragon’s form became, ultimately crashing into a cliff and carving a ravine hundreds of meters long.

“Using only a tenth of the usual strength, it achieved what tenfold effort previously could not. Truly a terrifying martial art, a terrifying element,” Liu Tian said, astonished by the destruction he had wrought.

He had originally estimated that this wind-wielding secret art would amplify destructive power by three to five times, but the effect now was over tenfold.

This was all due to the spontaneous convergence of elements—the enhancement effect—yet he still could not actively control elements.

If Chu Zihang, who could influence elements through spiritual will, wielded this art, it would surely be even more powerful.

Elements, which permeate heaven and earth, acted like a terrifying magnifying glass, boosting a person’s destructive power tenfold or even a hundredfold.

“To create such a fearsome martial art from a fleeting flash of inspiration, my own talent frightens me,” Liu Tian said.

He knew that only a monster like himself—practically a walking secret martial arts library—could easily create such a terrifying secret art with the help of [Effort].

Ordinary people would need several generations of repeated inheritance to have a chance. This was also why the growth of secret martial arts was slowing.

One limit was humanity’s inherent bodily ceiling; another was the vast time wasted on learning, with few able to truly progress beyond previous achievements.

For those with poor talent, retracing the steps of predecessors and viewing the same scenery was already difficult enough, let alone standing on their shoulders to climb higher peaks.

Add to this the influence of self-protective conservatism, and it’s no wonder that progress slows over time.

As for the name of this martial art, it was no longer a question—“Ignorant Divine Wind Flow Killing Sword.”

This was the name Liu Tian had prepared long ago, honoring the inspiration behind the swordsmanship.