Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Oh my~ This little lady is quite perceptive, isn’t she? Nicely done! This is indeed my Soul Domain. Impressive, no?"

At that moment, the voice echoed once more through the dark space. Mu Chen frowned and demanded, "Who are you? Show yourself."

That odd, sardonic voice chuckled. "If you want me to come out, I’ll come out~"

The voice had barely faded when a bright light flashed before Mu Chen’s eyes. The surrounding darkness gave way to light once more. However, as his vision returned, Mu Chen realized they were no longer in the crystal palace-like Senluo Tomb. Instead, they stood on a vast, sprawling green prairie... A gentle breeze occasionally swept across the grasslands, carrying the faint scent of fresh herbs, refreshing Mu Chen’s spirit.

"Where are we...?" Mu Chen murmured, staring blankly at the vast, boundless sky.

"This is a world created by my Spiritual Domain. Or rather... this was once the place my master yearned for most. It’s so peaceful and harmonious, isn’t it?"

An androgynous voice suddenly spoke right beside Mu Chen’s ear. He instinctively turned his head to look, and upon seeing who it was, he cried out, "You..."

"Shhh... See? The little lady is much quieter than you. From the side, she actually bears a slight resemblance to my master..."

Mu Chen stared in shock at the handsome man beside him, who was dressed in a blue robe with long, flowing black hair. But in his mind, the image of a tall, proud, and devilishly charming figure suddenly appeared.

"Master..."

The man looked at Mu Chen in confusion. "Master? Are you calling me? Oh, my goodness, you can’t do that. You’ve caught me completely unprepared~"

Mu Chen paid no mind to the man’s words, lost in a wave of endless longing. ’It’s been almost four years since Master fell into a deep slumber for my sake... That handsome man who was always calling me an idiot and a fool, just like this figure beside me now... so elusive, so illusory...’

"You brat! How many times have I told you! You have to train every single part of your body! If you keep slacking off like this, I can’t teach you anymore!"

"Idiot! You can’t even handle something this simple! When you go out, don’t you dare say you’re the disciple of the Profound Old Ghost! You’ll just embarrass me!"

"You little bastard! Get serious! You think you can become an expert like this?! Go eat dirt!"

"Stupid pig!"

"Fucking moron!"

"You punk!"

The Profound Old Ghost’s fierce expressions and harsh words surfaced in Mu Chen’s mind one after another, making him let out a soft laugh. But just then, the scene in his memory suddenly shifted.

"Little rascal, Cultivation requires diligence, but also moderation. Come on, eat something. I don’t know if what your Master made will suit your tastes, but just make do."

"Is it good?"

"It’s awful!"

"Hmm, it’s that bad? Then why are you eating it so fast?!"

"When you’re hungry, you eat."

"You brat."

...

"Foolish disciple, does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Even if it hurts, you have to endure it. Since your goal is to become an expert, you must stay strong even if your body is shattered to pieces. Understand?"

"I understand!"

"Alright, your Master has never massaged anyone’s legs before. You sure know how to enjoy yourself."

"Hehe, Master is the best."

"Silly boy."

...

"Xiao Chenzi."

"Hm?"

"If, in the future, your Master can no longer be by your side, what will you do?"

"That won’t happen. Master will always be here."

"I said if. What if?"

"Then I will survive on my own."

"Is that all?"

"I will survive with the goal of becoming one of the Peak Strong People!"

"Silly boy..."

...

Warm scenes flashed through Mu Chen’s mind, and memories of the past flooded over him like a tide. A tear gently slid from the corner of his eye. As a young man, Mu Chen couldn’t remember how many times he had cried, but he never felt it was something to be ashamed of. ’A person can be strong, but not cold; one can be passionate, but not heartless. To be loyal and compassionate is to be a gentleman; to be heartless and disloyal is to be a beast. A free-spirited person knows how to release their emotions, letting them be baptized by catharsis and transformed into beautiful memories.’

"Master, Chen’Er misses you so much. I really, really miss you..."

Gently wiping the tears from his eyes, Mu Chen took a deep breath and said, "You’re the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit, aren’t you?"

The black-haired man was taken aback, then chuckled softly. "To think you know that I’m a Mirror Spirit. In my experience, artifacts capable of producing a Spirit Body are no ordinary items. It’s a rare sight for a common person to see one in their lifetime. You’re only fifteen or sixteen this year, right? Don’t tell me you’ve seen a Spirit Body before?"

Mu Chen smiled. "I have. But he wasn’t a Spirit Body, just something similar to one."

"Oh?" The Mirror Spirit hummed in surprise. "The Extreme Martial Continent is truly full of wonders. But what I’m interested in now is why you two are here. Could it be for the God-Nashing Technique? After all these years, have those little brats from the Ninghun Family finally discovered the flaw in the Secret Technique my master created?"

"The Forest of Myriad Manifestations has a flaw? The God-Nashing Technique?" Mu Chen cried out in surprised disbelief, jolting Feng Shanshan, who had been spacing out beside him, back to her senses.

"Mu Chen, what did you say? The Forest of Myriad Manifestations Secret Technique has a flaw?" At that moment, Feng Shanshan hadn’t yet noticed the extra person standing beside Mu Chen. Catching sight of him out of the corner of her eye, she exclaimed, "Who is he?!"

The Mirror Spirit rolled his eyes irritably and shrugged. "Looks like I’ve accidentally let a huge secret slip..."

"A huge secret? Who are you? And where are we?" Feng Shanshan’s expression was dazed. Although she was of the Ninghun Family’s Direct Lineage, she knew that in this world, objects that could produce an Artifact Spirit had all undergone the baptism of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Without this baptism, even an Emperor’s Weapon could only gain self-awareness, but never form its own body. ’Even I have never seen the Soul Concentration Mirror’s Mirror Spirit. Then the Soul Concentration Mirror must have been sealed in this so-called Senluo Tomb ever since the Senluo Saint passed away.’

Seeing Feng Shanshan’s agitation, Mu Chen spoke up before the Mirror Spirit could. "Miss Feng Shanshan, there’s no need to be alarmed. Although you’ve never seen this kind of Spirit Body, I’m sure you’ve heard of them. He is the Mirror Spirit of the Soul Concentration Mirror."

"The Mirror Spirit of the Soul Concentration Mirror?" Feng Shanshan glanced at the Mirror Spirit doubtfully and said, "Does that mean you don’t have any ill intentions toward us?"

The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit sighed. "Little lady, you’ve really misunderstood me. I’ve been sealed away here for thirty thousand years. Ever since my master left, I’ve been all alone. Now that two people I can finally talk to have shown up, I’d have to be crazy to harm you. Besides, you’re a descendant of the Ninghun Family."

"Sealed for thirty thousand years?" Feng Shanshan’s mouth fell open. "Then does that mean you haven’t been used since Ancestor Changkong’s time?"

The Mirror Spirit shot Feng Shanshan a glare. "Do you even know how to talk, little girl? What do you mean, ’haven’t been used’? I’m a Spirit Body, for crying out loud, not some object! So annoying! But I need to correct you on one thing. It wasn’t since that Changkong fellow. It was right after my master left that I was sealed here by that idiot Changkong."

"’That idiot Changkong...’" The corners of Mu Chen’s and Feng Shanshan’s mouths twitched. They both subconsciously glanced to their right. Before entering the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit’s Spiritual Domain, they remembered that the skeleton placed on the seat over there was supposed to be Sima Changkong’s.

"That old bastard... [a torrent of curses]..." The Mirror Spirit was still ranting on the side, spittle flying, completely ignoring the exasperated looks on Mu Chen’s and Feng Shanshan’s faces.

"Phew... That felt good. Being stuck in that little box for thirty thousand years was suffocating me..." Tugging at his collar, the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit, his face now flushed, looked at Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan. "Well, little ones? My cursing is quite skillful, don’t you think? Full of style. I bet you couldn’t help but get lost in the artistry of it all."

Mu Chen: "..."

Feng Shanshan: "..."

The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit shrugged helplessly. "Right, you two are still too inexperienced to appreciate the artistry. But that’s alright. I’ll be sure to train you properly in the time to come."

Feng Shanshan’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She quickly asked, "Um... Senior Mirror Spirit, you just said the Forest of Myriad Manifestations has a major flaw. Where is the flaw, and what is it?"

The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit, who had assumed their silence was due to being captivated by his charm, was slightly taken aback by Feng Shanshan’s question. "Well now, I’d be more than happy to tell you, of course. But him... he can’t listen. My master once said that this information cannot be shared with anyone outside the Ninghun Family."

Mu Chen paused, pointing to his own nose. "I can’t listen? In that case..."

But Feng Shanshan wouldn’t have it. She was not one to enjoy being indebted to others. She already felt she owed Mu Chen a great deal, and if she pushed him away now, she would live with the regret for the rest of her life. Since she had already promised to give him the Forest of Myriad Manifestations, it had to be the complete version. So, without a second thought, Feng Shanshan declared, "No! He can listen. He counts as a member of the Ninghun Family."

Both Mu Chen and the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit were stunned. The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit asked doubtfully, "How can he be a member of the Ninghun Family? He doesn’t have a single drop of Ninghun Family blood in him."

"Because... because..."

Feng Shanshan’s face turned bright red with anxiety. She had been a terrible liar since she was a child. The Mirror Spirit watched her with great interest, curious to see what excuse the little girl would come up with to fob him off.

Who would have thought that after racking her brain for a long time, Feng Shanshan would suddenly lower her head in embarrassment. The Mirror Spirit chuckled. "What’s wrong? Because of what?"

"Because!" Feng Shanshan suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of determination. "Because he is my fiancé! A fiancé counts as a member of the Ninghun Family, so he has the right to know."

"Fiancé?!" Mu Chen and the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit exclaimed in unison.

Mu Chen rubbed his nose with a wry smile and sent a voice transmission to her. ’There’s no way such a lame excuse will work. Even you don’t believe it, do you? Besides, even if I don’t find out now, it’s the same if you just tell me later after you know.’

Feng Shanshan stuck out her tongue playfully. "Well, I wanted you to hear it for yourself, didn’t I?"

Mu Chen shook his head with a smile and was about to turn and leave when the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Mu Chen turned back and looked at the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit in confusion. The spirit stroked his chin. "The little lady has a point. Since you’re her fiancé, you do indeed count as a member of the Ninghun Family. You can stay and listen."

"..." Mu Chen stared at Feng Shanshan, dumbfounded, and murmured, "That actually worked..."