Comprehension Heaven-Defying, I Create A Villain Longevity Family

Chapter 13: Hundred Refinements Spirit Weapon Technique! The Mask of Pain

"This spiritual power..."

Mo Qingyue's eyes flickered like lightning as she stared intently at the room next door.

Just a moment ago.

She distinctly felt a surge of spiritual power emanating from Chen Zhixing's room next door.

For someone like her, a grand master of spiritual cultivation, this spiritual power was not considered massive, but it was extremely pure and of high intensity!

But by the time she wanted to investigate further, this spiritual power had instantly retracted and disappeared without a trace.

"Who is it?!"

Mo Qingyue's eyes continued to flicker.

She clearly remembered that after the Chen Tianliang couple had dinner with them, they left the mountain to buy osmanthus cakes for their child, Chen Zhixing.

In other words.

The room next door now only had Chen Zhixing alone!

"Could it be..."

The image of Chen Zhixing's innocent and lively face floated in Mo Qingyue's mind, and her pupils slightly contracted.

A bold speculation emerged in her mind.

In the next moment.

To confirm the answer in her heart, Mo Qingyue gently pressed her palm on the floor.

An invisible spiritual power immediately surged out from her palm and rushed towards the room where Chen Zhixing was.

Sizzle.

Like hitting an invisible wall, this spiritual power bounced back.

"There are restrictions in this room of the Purple Wei Chen Family."

Mo Qingyue retracted her hand, her beautiful face changing unpredictably.

It wasn't until a while later that Mo Qingyue took a deep breath and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Chen Zhixing is interesting."

She glanced at the room next door, then closed her eyes again and began to cultivate.

She vaguely realized that this child named Chen Zhixing from the Chen Family was probably not simple.

But she wasn't in a hurry.

She didn't believe that under her careful observation, the child named Chen Zhixing wouldn't reveal any clues.

At the same time.

Chen Zhixing was completely absorbed in continuously refining his spiritual power and naturally didn't notice the changes in the room next door.

Ding ding ding!

Ding ding ding!

In front of him, a spiritual power was being continuously hammered, gradually transforming into the shape of a flying sword.

Every time it was hammered, Chen Zhixing felt as if a hammer was constantly striking his head, causing his head to ache uncontrollably.

However, despite the pain.

He could clearly feel that every time he refined his spiritual power, it became purer and denser by a fraction.

His spiritual power was silently growing stronger.

Bang!

Suddenly, with a muffled sound, the spiritual power that was gradually forming into the embryo of a flying sword shattered into countless spiritual powers.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, feeling dizzy and his vision darkening.

It wasn't until a while later that the intense discomfort gradually subsided.

Chen Zhixing looked up and couldn't help but bitterly smile, "Failed again?"

This wasn't the first time Chen Zhixing had failed.

Not long ago, he first refined his spiritual power into the shape of a giant hammer.

But before the giant hammer could take shape, it shattered and his spiritual power scattered.

Then, Chen Zhixing tried to transform his spiritual power into a spear, but it still ended in failure.

After that, he continuously attempted to refine it into a gun, a staff, an axe, but the results were the same, all failures.

He had somewhat figured out the reason for the failures.

It was probably because his spiritual power was too little to support the refinement of such a massive spiritual weapon.

"Let's try again!"

Chen Zhixing gritted his teeth and envisioned the shape of a throwing dart in his mind.

The spiritual power floating and dispersed in the void once again gathered and gradually refined into a hexagonal throwing dart the size of a palm.

Ding ding ding!

Ding ding ding!

That spiritual power became even more solid, gradually taking on the form of a throwing dart.

"Is it done?"

Just as Chen Zhixing couldn't help but show a hint of joy, thinking that he was about to succeed.

Crack!

The throwing dart-shaped spiritual power suddenly shattered.

The familiar pain struck again!

"Sss~~~!" Chen Zhixing's head shook violently, the pain causing stars to appear in his eyes, and his facial features contorted.

After a moment.

"I don't believe it, come again!"

Bang!

"Sss~! Come again!!!"

Bang!!

"Again."

Bang!!

"Ah ah ah! You motherf-"

Bang!

"I-"

Bang!

"."

Bang!!!

Until an hour later.

Chen Zhixing, tortured to the point of being half-dead, trembled and lifted his head.

He looked at the needle in the void, finally successfully refined, as thin as a strand of hair!

"Hahaha, it's done! Finally done!!"

Chen Zhixing's eyes were bloodshot, unable to help but burst into laughter.

"Come!"

He waved his hand, and the needle in the void immediately spun and shot towards Chen Zhixing.

Swoosh!!

Just before the needle reached Chen Zhixing's nose, it stopped steadily.

Chen Zhixing's gaze flickered and he looked at a fly buzzing in the room.

"Go."

Chen Zhixing uttered a word.

In an instant, the needle flashed past.

The robust fly only trembled for a moment before falling straight to the ground.

"Not bad."

Chen Zhixing felt a bit itchy and couldn't resist the urge to experiment with stronger creatures.

After all the hardships he had gone through, how could he be content without testing the true power of the mental needle he had just refined?

After some consideration, Chen Zhixing shook his head and said, "Forget it, my parents should be back soon. There will be plenty of opportunities for experiments in the future."

Thinking of this.

Chen Zhixing casually beckoned, and the needle flew and landed on his forehead.

He could clearly feel the needle suspended quietly in his sea of consciousness.

After a moment.

Footsteps sounded outside the room.

Chen Zhixing's eyes flashed, and his face returned to a naive and innocent expression as he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Creak.

The door was pushed open.

Chen Tianliang and Ying Shuangshuang entered, carrying a wooden box filled with osmanthus cakes.

"This child said he wanted to eat osmanthus cakes, but he fell asleep first."

Ying Shuangshuang put down the osmanthus cakes and gently covered Chen Zhixing with a blanket.

A quiet night passed.

The next day, at noon.

Chen Zhixing, his family of three, Ying Shuangshuang, and Perfected Being Fei Long were having a meal in the courtyard.

Having reached the True Self realm, they had naturally already entered the state of fasting and no longer needed to consume grains and miscellaneous grains.

However, most cultivators, unless there were special circumstances, rarely voluntarily abstained from food.

"Old Jia, I think this little girl, Yue'er, can try cultivation since she's still young."

As they chatted casually.

"Third Master!"

A disciple responsible for guarding the mountain gate walked in briskly.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Tianliang looked at the disciple.

The disciple bowed slightly and respectfully said, "Third Master, there are two people outside the mountain gate. One is called Perfected Being Kui Mu, and the other is called Zhuang Wuxian. They claim to be your old friends and want to pay a visit. Third Master, what do you think?"

"Oh?"

Chen Tianliang raised an eyebrow, then exclaimed with joy, "Hahaha, Kuimu and Zhuang Wuxian are here? The Southern Sea Secret Realm must have opened. Quickly, please invite them in!"

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