God Killer: Star Weaver

"Wind Rank One, Late Stage..."

Silently reciting the rating given to him by Mu Yao, Ling Chen lowered his head and looked at the ring on his hand.

"Boss, do you think I have the wind attribute?"

"That's not necessarily true. Rank One Late Stage's star-weaving power can already be combined with the elements in the world." Mu Yao smiled and raised a hand, and a whirlwind of wind swirled around his fingers. "Because the star-weaving powers I borrowed from the academy were all those that had been interacted with, and they are all of the wind attribute, so the Dragon Pavilion basically has this attribute."

"Pure star-weaving power itself has no attribute classification. It depends on which element you are most familiar with."

"Boss, there is something I want to tell you." Looking at Mu Yao's smiling face, Ling Chen felt a warmth in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"Yeah." Mu Yao nodded.

Ling Chen paused for a moment. He had just woken up, and he recounted the thrilling things that happened on the giant ship.

Mu Yao's smile slowly solidified as the latter's words developed. When he finally heard that Ling Chen defeated the shadow beast with just one move, his smile suddenly disappeared.

"Let me take a look." After Ling Chen said that, Mu Yao grabbed his left arm and looked at the iron ring that contained the star-weaving power in the latter's body. After such a long time, he could still see the iron ring. Hairline cracks.

In the cracks, there was an energy looming that made him a little scared.

"It is possible that a trace of your own star-weaving power has been leaked, but as you said, that shadow beast can easily kill so many people from the Judgment Organization... and you are not quite under your control with just this trace. The power defeated him..." Mu Yao took a breath and said.

"There is a possibility that your cultivation level was higher than I thought..."

"Combined with your imaginary... well, unknown power, little guy, I'm really curious about you."

Mu Yao gently stroked the crack with his palm and said slowly,

"I'm curious too." Ling Chen scratched his head and smiled.

"So, the college must know about this. And that person also chose to knock you out directly. I think you may really be a threat to them." Mu Yao's face darkened and he said.

"I know this." Ling Chen nodded.

Mu Yao closed his eyes slightly and said nothing. He put down Ling Chen's arm and looked at the two moons in the sky. He was silent for a long time.

"It seems like it's more urgent than I thought..." Mu Yao murmured as he looked at the two strange moons.

"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Ling Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Mu Yao looking thoughtfully at the sky.

"It's nothing." After hearing this, Mu Yao quickly lowered his head and smiled, "Go back and rest. Remember what I told you today."

"I know, I know. First, I must never use my senses again. Second, I will familiarize myself with the star-weaving power you gave me as soon as possible and strive to reach the top of Rank One as soon as possible." Ling Chen replied, "You have said it many times."

"Yes." Not paying attention to Ling Chen's fuss, Mu Yao nodded with satisfaction, "Make sure you remember it. Go back."

After finishing speaking, he gave Ling Chen a few more instructions and then turned and left.

"Good night, boss!"

Ling Chen, who had been working hard all day, was also a little tired. He rubbed his eyes and said good night to the latter's back.

"By the way." Mu Yao stopped and said, "In three days, our Dragon Pavilion will have a competitive competition. You can come and observe."

"Martial Dao competition?" Ling Chen stopped rubbing his eyes, "Is it a Martial Dao competition between disciples?"

"Absolutely. Didn't I tell you before that the first master, second master and so on are all selected from the competition. The disciples can fully discuss and communicate here to avoid being frightened and overwhelmed when the time comes for redemption." Mu Yao smiled.

"Can I participate?" Hearing this, Ling Chen opened his eyes wide, full of eagerness to try.

"No." Mu Yao nodded slightly, expressing his appreciation for this attitude, and then rejected Ling Chen without hesitation.

"Why, boss?" Mu Yao made him speechless. Ling Chen didn't know what to say, and he held back five words for a long time.

"The Pavilion Tournament is to determine the leader, that is, the quota for the next redemption. This means..." Mu Yao paused and said, "If you participate, you will not only have to face the stronger disciples of our Dragon Pavilion, but also the To those in charge.”

"If you get injured, it will be detrimental to our later plans."

"Am I not Rank One Late Stage?" Ling Chen was a little surprised. Instructor Mu Yao himself has not reached Rank Two, so isn't his Rank One Late Stage strength also top-notch in Dragon Pavilion?

"The last time I participated in the redemption, I was lucky enough to be qualified as a mentor and founded this Dragon Pavilion." Mu Yao smiled bitterly again, and his face that was a little bit more miserable looked even more desolate, "But it doesn't mean that I am the best Combat Power here. Strong, after all, redemption is only held once every few decades, and the talented disciples of Dragon Pavilion have surpassed me early..."

"Ah?" Ling Chen was stunned and speechless. He had always regarded Mu Yao as the strongest man in Dragon Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he actually admitted that there were disciples who were stronger than him, "Then you call them Disciple, aren’t you embarrassed?”

"Haha, you kid." Mu Yao, who looked sad just now but was made to laugh again by the outspoken Ling Chen, said, "I told you that theoretical knowledge is also part of the battle. Although I am average in talent, But here comes the age. I have been in the academy for decades, and my knowledge and experience are certainly incomparable to those of you guys."

"And to my disciples, although I hope that some of you can redeem yourself, become a mentor, enter the judgment, and get things, so that I can be one step closer to my goal, but I still respect every disciple."

"Although this is a place where fists are the most important thing, respect is still mutual."

"That's it." Ling Chen nodded in understanding. He indeed found that the disciples here also respected Mu Yao very much. It must have been not only because of the latter's profound knowledge, but also their respect for the disciples.

After all, the people from Border College he met before treated him as a despicable criminal. He kept calling Mu Yao "boss", but the latter didn't say anything.

"Okay, let's go back." Mu Yao waved his sleeves and said with a smile.

"Boss, good night." Ling Chen also said good night again, then turned and went back to his house.

…

Late at night, as the candlelight in the room was extinguished, Ling Chen lay back on the wooden bed.

"It doesn't feel like it's as bad here as I thought."

Looking at the shimmering ring on his hand, Ling Chen also felt like he had a goal.

"Huh?"

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly discovered that he was wearing a green ring on his hand.

"Why is there still a ring?"

Looking at the ring that was somewhat similar to the one Mu Yao gave him, Ling Chen frowned slightly and gently took it off.

Staring closely at the energy that seemed to be pulsating in the ring, Ling Chen frowned. He couldn't remember who gave this ring to him or what it was used for.

"The power of weaving stars!" Just like daytime, Ling Chen's consciousness slowly escaped into the ring, only to find that there was some familiar dark green energy hidden inside, and he couldn't help shouting in surprise.

"It's really weird."

"Who gave it to me? But it feels so familiar."

When consciousness returned, Ling Chen closed his eyes, but he couldn't remember its origin. But an extremely familiar feeling quietly emerged from my heart.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later."

After thinking carefully for a long time to no avail, Ling Chen could only sigh softly and close his eyes.

Three days passed by in the blink of an eye.