55: Feeling sorry for my brother, the Xuanying is condensed?

Outside the ancient temple, hundreds of eyes nervously awaited the end of the battle within the Blood Moon.

These people had just experienced the most unforgettable and terrifying events of their lives; the invasion of three powerful Demon Race monsters and the subsequent appearance of the mysterious Blood Shadow made them feel their insignificance and immense fear.

To these powerful beings, they were merely ants!

The four Demon Race members who had just appeared, normally even one appearing could cause a huge disaster, but today, they saw a total of four.

Four powerful Demon Race members, even strong factions would find it difficult to resist, let alone this temple whose highest cultivation was only at the Transformation Void Realm?

Originally, this was a certain death situation, but the White-Robed Man who appeared later changed everything.

He saved everyone’s lives!

Just then, the thick demonic qi that had shrouded the sky suddenly began to fade, as if dispelled by some force.

And that eerie Blood Moon also began to gradually dissipate at a visible speed, and the sky, which had been obscured by it, gradually returned to clarity, as everyone’s eyes turned towards the sky.

A figure descended from the sky. The figure held a golden longsword, his long hair slightly disheveled and swaying in the wind, his white robe was stained red, and his aura seemed somewhat unstable. He held his hand to his chest, clearly having experienced a life-or-death battle!

Yes, a life-or-death battle!

Just then, a graceful figure flew into the sky and directly threw herself into Mu Wuchen’s embrace, then tearfully wiped the bloodstains from his clothes.

What a sight, truly pitiful and genuinely emotional.

“Master, are you alright? Meier was so worried about you, wuwuwu~”

Everyone below was moved.

The White-Robed Man was upright and unwavering, willing to risk his life against the Demon Race to protect strangers, even suffering severe injuries. Such righteousness was admirable and lamentable.

And the woman beside him showed genuine emotion; although her strength was low, she was not afraid of the blood and demonic qi on Mu Wuchen’s body, resolutely ascending into the sky to wipe away the man’s bloodstains.

Such a hero and beauty, full of true emotion, surely wouldn't deceive them, right?

Mu Wuchen glanced down, then weakly raised his head and spoke to the crowd.

“That demoness has been severely wounded by me and has now escaped. She is unable to fight again for a short period, everyone is safe!”

“Whoosh!”

The crowd cried tears of joy and gratitude towards Mu Wuchen, whose image instantly became incredibly tall in their hearts!

“White-Robed Sword God!”

Among the crowd, someone started shouting, and others also began to echo, their shouts resounding through the sky.

“White-Robed Sword God!”

“White-Robed Sword God!”

“White-Robed Sword God!”

Most of them did not know Mu Wuchen’s name or identity, but their gratitude was like a surging river.

Looking at the tearfully grateful crowd, the “severely injured” Mu Wuchen, and Su Meier, who was crying softly in Mu Wuchen’s arms, looking incredibly fragile with red-rimmed eyes, only Yun Li was in disarray in the wind.

What was all this?

She knew how strong and violent Mu Wuchen’s strength was.

With his physique and terrifying recovery ability, he wouldn’t show a hint of fatigue even after three days and three nights of intense fighting.

He could even shatter a body with a special constitution like Ye Chen’s with a single punch, and in battle, he was effortlessly clean. Such injuries should heal instantly for him, yet he looked so weak now?

And Su Meier, that vixen! Others might not know, but she knew that Su Meier was an eighth-tier great demon, a top expert in the Demon Emperor Realm, comparable in strength to the Tianxuan Sect Master. Yet, she was acting so distressed for her brother in front of so many people?

This wasn’t a Heavenly Fragrance Body; it was practically a congenital Green Tea Sacred Body!

So infuriating.

Just then, the abbot, who had already vomited blood several times before the fight even began, finally reacted and quickly stepped into the void to approach Mu Wuchen.

“The Tianxuan Sect’s prodigy is truly impressive, this old monk admires you.”

Originally, his respect for Mu Wuchen was mostly because he came from the Tianxuan Sect, but this time, he truly and genuinely acknowledged Mu Wuchen.

At the same time, he also believed Mu Wuchen’s earlier words even more: Yang Yi had become a Demon Race member.

It was rumored that this temple was protected by divine light, and for tens of thousands of years, no demons dared to come here. Now, Yang Yi, a mere ordinary servant, had broken through several realms consecutively, and immediately after he took away the fortuitous encounter, four powerful Demon Race members appeared here.

If one were to say this matter had nothing to do with him, who would believe it?

“Young friend, are you one of the Tianxuan Sect’s Ten Great Holy Sons?”

The abbot asked cautiously, his face filled with longing.

He had seen Tianxuan Sect disciples before, but none were as astonishingly talented as Mu Wuchen. And the terrifying Blood Moon brought by that bloody figure and the aura it displayed probably far surpassed an ordinary Spirit Sea Realm, very likely having reached the Profound Infant Realm.

And since Mu Wuchen could defeat the bloody figure, he was very likely also at the Profound Infant Realm, which meant he could very well be one of the Tianxuan Sect’s Ten Great Holy Sons!

Mu Wuchen did not blame him for his misjudgment. Although Mu Wuchen was in the Linghai Realm, his strength could not be judged by the Linghai Realm; it was just that he had not yet condensed a Mystic Infant, and his ability to manipulate the power of heaven and earth was not as strong.

Mu Wuchen shook his head.

“I am still in the Linghai Realm and have not yet formed an Infant.”

The abbot grew even more respectful of the Tianxuan Sect.

To possess strength not inferior to the Profound Infant Realm while still in the Linghai Realm, such a peerless prodigy, yet he wasn't even one of the Ten Great Holy Sons. How strong, then, must the rumored Ten Great Holy Sons of the Tianxuan Sect be?

“Young friend, there’s no need to worry. With your talent and strength, you will certainly have a place among the Ten Great Holy Sons in the future!”

Mu Wuchen was noncommittal.

To be honest, with the system’s help, he had little interest in the position of the Ten Great Holy Sons.

Although the Ten Great Holy Sons would receive the full cultivation support of the Tianxuan Sect, and their resources, immortal treasures, status, and position far surpassed those of core disciples, those things were insignificant compared to the resources that could be exchanged within the system.

“Young friend just said he hasn’t formed an Infant yet, so you must be at Linghai Realm Ninth Layer, right? Our temple has an ancient Buddha, and it is said that the Buddha’s light within it contains the method for forming a Mystic Infant. A senior once broke through using it. If young friend has no other leads, you can go and comprehend it.”

Hearing his words, Mu Wuchen smiled faintly. He casually extended his right hand, and the movement of the surrounding spiritual qi of heaven and earth instantly changed.

In just a blink of an eye, the wind elements between heaven and earth slowly gathered in his hand. In just a few breaths, he had condensed a fist-sized cyan vortex in his hand.

As the wind elements in heaven and earth were continuously absorbed, the aura of the cyan vortex also began to grow stronger and stronger, and eventually, it began to change and solidify, finally growing limbs and ultimately transforming into the shape of an infant!

The Wind Mystic Infant was formed!

Had Mu Wuchen successfully condensed a Mystic Infant?