High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 304 - 256: Spiritual Mind Master, Return to the Tower of Power

Chapter 304: Chapter 256: Spiritual Mind Master, Return to the Tower of Power

The setting sun slanted westward. In an alchemy room at Shenjiang Martial Arts University, the Little One was engrossed in concocting a Third Level Elixir. Soon after, as the lid of the cauldron was lifted, the scent of burning filled the air, and black smoke billowed.

"It still failed."

"Wait, there is a successful pill... The Third Level Alchemist is not far off."

The Little One joyously found a smooth but slightly yellow Third Level Elixir, and a look of delight appeared on her face.

Since she personally witnessed Uncle Wolf defeat hundreds in the selection competition, ascending to the top of the Huaxia Celestial Pride List, the Little One buried her admiration deep within her heart, transforming it into motivation to move forward.

"It’s five o’clock, Sister Miaomiao must be overwhelmed over there alone; I need to help!"

The Little One put on a coat and walked out of the alchemy room. As it was the end of the year and winter was setting in, most of the students on campus wore long sleeves, chatting in groups and puffing white breaths.

"Senior Sister Shen!"

Along the way, many people greeted the Little One. By now, she was somewhat well-known at the school, having been a standout student in the Alchemy Academy and already working toward becoming a Third Level Alchemist just six months into her enrollment. Thus, many directly addressed her as Senior Sister.

The Little One briskly waved back in greeting.

In the Forging Room, Teacher Wang Shuheng furrowed his brow, repeatedly reviewing an inscribed manuscript. The inscriptions on it were profound and complex, but it was evident that the person who left the manuscript had limited mastery over inscriptions.

"Su Mu is indeed a genius in the Sword Dao!"

Su Mu’s sword momentum was vividly captured in the paper, solid and lasting, which greatly surprised Wang Shuheng. He could clearly feel a hint of domineering sharpness from between the lines of the inscription.

If this manuscript fell into the hands of swordsmen, it would surely be considered a treasure and could easily serve as a Sword Momentum Map.

After inscribing all the inscriptions on a Third Level Long Saber, Little Junior Sister Zhao Meng exhaled lightly. She held the long saber in both hands, approaching her teacher with anticipation.

"Teacher, please take a look at the inscriptions on this saber."

Wang Shuheng’s expression became instantly serious upon accepting the long saber. After a thorough inspection, he spoke with satisfaction, "Mengmeng, your talent in inscriptions is indeed excellent, no different from when I was young. You can try inscribing inscriptions on Fourth Level Weaponry next."

"Teacher, is that true?"

"Of course, it’s true."

"Thank you, Teacher!"

At this moment, Wang Shuheng glanced at the time, solemnly stored the manuscript into his Space Ring, and stood up.

At the Shenzhen University Affiliated Primary School, Wang Shuheng arrived right on time, just as the school bell rang to announce the end of the school day.

Then.

A blade of light shot out from the classroom, quickly hovering in front of Wang Shuheng. A figure leaped down from the blade, and Xiaoyue sweetly shouted.

"Great-Grandmaster!"

"Hey, how do you like the saber your Great-Grandmaster gifted you?"

"Xiaoyue really likes this saber; Great-Grandmaster is awesome!"

While Wang Shuheng smiled broadly, a flicker of astonishment also crossed his eyes, for Su Mu’s daughter’s talent in spiritual power was truly incredible.

Little Xiaoyue often clamored about wanting to become the One-Slash Female Asura. For this, Wang Shuheng painstakingly designed such a flying saber.

The design of this saber shared its lineage with the Cold Moon faction, and its name, "Cold Moon," was given by the Little One.

The edge of Cold Moon had not been sharpened; it was merely made to resemble a saber. It was inscribed with spiritual power enhancement inscriptions, levitation inscriptions, and a few space inscriptions. This was Wang Shuheng’s first attempt after comprehending that manuscript, enabling Cold Moon to be wielded through spiritual power for flight.

But Wang Shuheng’s mastery over space inscriptions was too low, leading to the saber’s demanding consumption of spiritual power.

To command the saber so skillfully required a continuous output of spiritual power at least at the level of a Third Level Telekinesis Master. In fact, although Xiaoyue had not yet fully tempered her flesh into a Martial Artist, her spiritual power had already reached the level of a Third Level Spiritual Talent Martial Artist or say, a Third Level Telekinesis Master.

Moreover, before advancing to Grandmaster, it’s just like drinking water for a Spiritual Mind Master to cross a Great Realm to confront enemies, even if the flesh isn’t forged, and the Qi and Blood hasn’t exceeded 150 large calories. Xiaoyue’s strength is sufficient to rival that of a Fourth Level Martial Artist, not to mention Xiaoyue possesses an Innate Spiritual Talent, with very high spiritual purity.

However, Wang Shuheng hadn’t yet planned for Xiaoyue to undergo spiritual power level certification at the Telekinesis Association, believing there was no need to reveal such matters prematurely.

The queer growth of Su Mu had already reached a level beyond Wang Shuheng’s control. He actually regarded Xiaoyue as his third disciple in his heart.

Moreover, since Xiaoyue is Su Mu’s daughter, he needed Su Mu’s consent on these matters, no matter how much of a Great-Grandmaster he was, he couldn’t make arbitrary decisions.

"Xiaoyue, come along, Great-Grandmaster will take you home."

After they left, a large swathe of envious looks was left in the campus of Shenzhen University Affiliated Primary School behind them.

"Dad, I want a saber like that too."

"I want one too, me too!"

Most who studied at the Affiliated Primary School were children of Shenzhen University’s teachers and professors. Each of these teachers wore complex expressions, feeling a headache, as it was also their first time seeing a flying saber.

Moreover, the saber was personally crafted by Wang Shuheng, and as for the background of that little girl, it was even more significant: she was the beloved daughter of the Dragon Ascending Demon, top of the Celestial Pride List, Colonel of the Southern War Zone, First Level Sequenced Martial Artist, and Honorary Principal of Shenjiang Martial Arts University, Su Mu.

They simply didn’t have the means to acquire such a saber.

This kind of thing could only be so easily acquired by Su Mu’s daughter.

At that moment, Miaomiao, along with Luo Mei and the Little One, was preparing ingredients in the kitchen. Miaomiao could choose a better dormitory, but she decided not to move.

Miaomiao also heard from Su Mu that they liked to gather for dinner in the dormitory whenever they had time, so Miaomiao continued this tradition. This time it was her turn to cook.

"Sister Miaomiao, why is this meat even harder to cut than Fifth Level Fierce Beast Flesh? How leveled is it?" Luo Mei asked, puzzled, as she struggled to slice with her knife.

"This time it seems to be Grandmaster Level, directly sent by the Southern War Zone."

"Grandmaster Level?!"

The kitchen echoed with two exclamations and the sound of swallowing salivas.

"Then tonight, I must eat a few more pieces. I’ve never had Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast Flesh before!"

"If I eat a few more pieces of this meat, do you think my qi and blood will boost significantly tonight?"

Miaomiao chuckled, "This Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast meat does have its effects, but not that exaggerated. You all go ahead and eat as much as you can; I’ll pack some for each of you to take home later. This meat is meant to be eaten, and Xiaoyue and I can’t possibly finish it all."

"Little One, I saw this video online, and I plan to try it tonight. Can you help me take a look?"

"Hmm, this looks good; seems nice and not too hard to make."

As a food blogger, Little One was holding a stainless steel bowl, preparing the sauce, and nodded after watching the video.

Before long, Zhao Meng returned with drinks and liquor for the evening and joined the kitchen team. Soon after, Zhou Lei, Zhou Yuan, Old Zhao from the Logistics Department, and Teacher Lin from the Forging Academy all arrived one after another.

"Hey, Zhou Lei, did you have a breakthrough? Congratulations!" Zhou Yuan exclaimed with a smile.

"Haha, I just broke through yesterday. It’s been almost a year. My talent is really lacking; I only just reached the Third Level. Captain Su must be close to becoming a Grandmaster by now." Zhou Lei shook his head.

"Principal Su is a monster; we can’t compare ourselves to him. You’re only twenty-six, right? A Third Level Martial Artist at twenty-six is already quite impressive," Zhou Yuan whispered, his tone filled with respect when mentioning Su Mu.

"Yeah, I’m planning to get certified at the association tomorrow and then apply for a tutor position. I hope it goes smoothly."

With anticipation on his face, Zhou Lei, who had been abstinent for over half a year, finally became a Third Level Martial Artist. His next goal is to reach the Fourth Level Martial Artist within five years. Typically, for ordinary people advancing in martial arts, the time required only grows longer.

A Great Realm in five years is already considered good.

Third Level Martial Artist?

The conversation from the living room reached Miaomiao’s ears. Her mind stirred, and on her right hand, a faint layer of bloodlight flowed.

It’s not that her talent was so great, but rather that after Su Mu became a First Level Sequenced Martial Artist, the family resources were exceptionally abundant. Every day featured at least some Sixth Level Fierce Beast flesh, along with various herbal baths. There were simply too many spiritual medicines each month, which she even sent home quite a bit of, but there was still an excess.

At school, in the city, and even better at the Musashi Hall, martial arts below the Grandmaster Level were all fully open to Miaomiao and Xiaoyue.

With such resource inclinations, Miaomiao’s advancement was rapid. Just a few days ago, she also became a Third Level Martial Artist. As for the ability to emit Qi Blood which supposedly only Fifth Level Martial Artists could master, Miaomiao herself wasn’t sure why she could do it now.

She speculated it might be due to eating too much high-tier fierce beast meat, leading to a higher Qi Blood Purity level?

Now Miaomiao has secured a formal position at school: curator of the Musashi Hall.

The previous curator at school retired last year. This position had been vacant since then, but after the high-level officials heard Miaomiao had once been the curator at the Linjiang Base Central Library, they approached her several times.

The enthusiasm of the high-level officials was too overwhelming, and after declining several times, Miaomiao finally agreed.

Soon, Xiaoyue and Grandmaster Wang Shuheng returned home, instantly invigorating the atmosphere.

Not long after, Li Yue arrived from the city.

He stood at the door, his face showing a strange expression.

These past days, he had a peculiar dream where that boy Su Mu swung two sabers towards him.

"Truly a strange dream..."

"With Su Mu’s growth rate, next time we meet, I fear I won’t even be able to handle one of his strikes?"

"But as the tree wishes to be still, the wind never ceases. The top of the Celestial Pride List... Ye Wanqing, from the elite martial arts family?"

"She’s also a demon; she’s reportedly already mastered the Rule Breathing Technique... Can Su Mu pass this hurdle?"

...

On the Silver Steps.

Su Mu was enveloped in white mist, with his Spiritual Power intensely concentrated, and beads of sweat, each the size of a soy bean, emerged from his body, only to be immediately evaporated by the intense heat of his body.

After a long time, Su Mu slowly opened his eyes, which were full of vigor and energy.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the 62 lower limb bones of his crystal human form were also complete, categorizing him at the Second Level Peak in the Martial Arts Realm.

Huff!

A hot breath exhaled, spanned several meters, and remained solidified without dispersing.

Raising his right arm, Su Mu’s eyes twinkled with silver light as a section of space distorted, and a nearly seven to eight meters large silver hand condensed instantly.

The first time he manifested the Desolate Cage Hand, it was about four to five meters large, and now it had grown to seven to eight meters, nearly doubling in size. Moreover, it was more solid now, with even faint textures emerging on the hand.

Thus, the Spiritual Power involved wasn’t just simply doubled; a larger hand imposed greater demands on Spiritual Purity.

"I wonder where my current level of Spiritual Power stands compared to martial artists of the same realm... Is it strong or weak?"

Powerful Spiritual Power dispersed from Su Mu’s brow, instantly covering the entire Land of Ruins beyond the silver ladder, with everything in total control.

Presently, Su Mu had little awareness of the strength of his Spiritual Power. He was still quite new to Spiritual Power and was considered a novice in this aspect.

"After leaving the ruins, I should go and get my specific Spiritual Power assessed."

"My teacher mentioned a Telekinesis Association that caters specifically to spiritual martial artists, and I could check it out later."

Stretching his muscles, Su Mu glanced at the Stone Throne above the Ninth Level and then ascended to the Third Floor of steps.

Within the sorrowful melody, endless black mist surged forth.

Amidst a buzzing in his ears, Su Mu’s consciousness blurred, his soul seemed to be pulled away, until he regained his senses.

Opening his eyes, Su Mu realized he was in a semi-transparent spiritual form, standing in a void-like place, with a floor that sparkled like the Milky Way beneath him.

In that instant, Su Mu trembled with excitement, revealing an intense look of expectation.

"This time, it’s the Tower of Power?!"

"Perhaps there’s a chance to see that purple shadow surpassing the Martial Saint!"