Chapter 127: It All Relies on Brother Chen's Poetry and Lyrics for Assistance

Basement floor of the Ancient Cultivation Building.

The door to the Spell Laboratory was locked tight.

"Boom~"

A burst of faint explosive sound.

Countless blindingly white Sword Qi scattered in all directions, moving so fast they were impossible to see, striking the walls surrounding the laboratory and emitting a series of dull thuds.

Ripples spread across the walls, struggling to block them.

This laboratory was prepared for students, and its design requirements should have been able to withstand a Fifth Stage spell attack. But in recent years, spells have progressed rapidly, and Chen Shu's Spirit Sea has a much higher comprehensive capacity than others of the same tier; it is estimated that by the time he reaches the Fifth Stage, this experimental target range will be in a bit of trouble.

Chen Shu stood in place, quietly pondering.

As a simulated spell Sword Qi, its power was already comparable to the true Sword Qi and blade energy of ordinary Sword Cultivators and Martial Cultivators, and the quantity was extremely high. In terms of spell power alone, he was already satisfied.

After these few days of modifications and the guidance of Teacher Shi Qian, its performance should be no less than the master spell of the Sword Light Shell in his hand.

It is just that spells used by people and the master spells for shells and grenades are obviously different.

The Spirit Sea environment and the casting environment are both different.

Grenades are thrown to explode, and shells are fired to explode; they both release Sword Qi indiscriminately in all directions with themselves as the center, and they also have a mechanism that allows the released Sword Qi to avoid the ground beneath them, targeting personnel for damage.

But to change them into spells for Cultivators to learn, modifications must be made—

A Cultivator must have finer control over it.

The primary requirement is certainly to avoid oneself.

Secondly, one must be able to control the direction in which the Sword Qi is triggered; at the very least, one must be able to choose a direction so as not to accidentally injure one's own people.

Finally, it must be changed from an area-of-effect spell based on oneself into a long-range attack like the Tracer Technique, which has a certain range and can condense Spirit Power to be fired out before triggering the Sword Qi.

Furthermore, Chen Shu was still dissatisfied with its glaring light.

Checking the Spell Rune revealed that the white light was brought about by a rune that constituted the Sword Light, not bestowed by other runes, which is different from the Tracer Technique—various Tracer Techniques emit different lights themselves, but they all have other runes to conceal these lights, and new runes to decide whether to let it shine. Under normal circumstances, a Cultivator can autonomously choose whether to make it emit red light or no light at all, according to their own combat environment needs.

This rune in this Sword Light Technique is very critical and cannot be replaced, at least not by Chen Shu's ability.

Then he could only draw inspiration from the rune structure group related to the Tracer Technique and use other runes to hide its light.

An invisible weapon is more powerful.

Perhaps he will continue to optimize it in the future to enhance its performance, such as adding a stronger "penetration" ability, but that should wait until the research on the Penetrating Rune has results.

Chen Shu continued to get busy.

Three hours passed.

The alarm rang.

Chen Shu did not stop, insisting on finishing the first stage—

The rune migration project from the Tracer Technique to the Sword Light Technique.

Test it again.

"Boom~"

The invisible Sword Qi was triggered again, striking the surrounding walls, the dull sounds almost merging into one.

One more shot.

"Boom~"

This time it was the bright white Sword Qi again.

Very good.

It can be controlled freely now.

Chen Shu let out a sigh of relief.

Putting away this Sword Light Shell, whose Spirit Power had been basically drained, and shouldering his backpack, he opened the door to the laboratory.

"Senior Brother Chen!"

A voice startled Chen Shu.

That junior student from the third year was leaning against the doorway, rubbing his eyes as if he had finally waited for him, and hurriedly handed him a milk tea: "Senior Brother Chen, you've worked hard, drink some water, drink some water! Are you done? Are you still busy? If you're not busy, can you help me look at the last group of core runes for my spell?"

"..."

"Senior Brother Chen!!"

"Then let me take a look..."

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Seeing Chen Shu take the milk tea, the junior student was trembling with excitement.

Originally, he just wanted to cobble together a usable Impact Technique to cope with the upcoming Martial Body Meet; those people from the Martial Academy are good at close-quarters combat, and knowing an Impact Technique can keep oneself safe, at least so he won't be taken out in seconds as soon as he gets on the field.

Really.

At first, he just felt that as long as it was usable, it was fine.

He didn't expect to meet Senior Brother Chen; after being pointed out by Senior Brother Chen, eh, the power seemed pretty good.

Later, while hanging out in the laboratory, he met Senior Brother Chen twice in a row and changed some core Rune Groups; this spell inexplicably became better and better. And it also became more and more in line with his own Spirit Power level and usage habits.

This is a bit like looking at computer configurations...

But without having to spend money!

The junior student followed Chen Shu upstairs, saying as they walked: "This is the only last problem; after changing it, I won't change this spell anymore. Combined with the other few small tricks I know, I shouldn't lose too miserably."

"I wish you success..."

"Haha, thank you, Senior Brother, you also didn't intend to aim for a ranking." The junior student smiled honestly, "Eh, right, Senior Brother! Did you sign up for the Martial Body Meet?"

"I signed up."

"Good luck, Senior Brother!"

"Thanks... this drink is good, where did you buy it?"

"Outside the North Gate, that stall selling apricot peel tea, it's next to that fried chicken shop."

"Got it."

Chen Shu took another sip; it was tart, like sour plum soup but not quite, the taste wasn't much different, with a faint scent of osmanthus—Qingqing would definitely like it.

After helping this senior brother finish looking at the Spell Rune, ten minutes had passed, and he immediately walked out of the Ancient Cultivation Building.

It had started raining outside.

The spring rain was as fine as silk.

With the wind and rain beating down, the ground outside the building was red with peach blossoms.

The temperature that had risen a few days ago had dropped a bit; those two hottest days were enough to wear short sleeves, but now one had to wear a jacket again.

It seems today is the Qingming Festival.

If not today then tomorrow, anyway, there's a holiday.

Chen Shu could use the Resistance Technique to repel the raindrops, but he didn't; instead, he opened an umbrella and walked slowly toward the Dormitory area. Sometimes a gust of wind would blow fine raindrops onto his arms, feeling cool—if one missed the joy of a spring rain stroll just because of cultivation, how regrettable that would be.

Walking downstairs to the Dormitory, there was a somewhat familiar figure.

It wasn't Huang Batian.

It was Brother Meng.

Brother Meng was also holding an umbrella, a retro oil-paper umbrella, dressed in traditional clothing with his sleeves fluttering, standing by a peach tree, looking down at the peach blossoms.

Pfft! Bad luck!

Chen Shu hurriedly put away his umbrella and walked toward Meng Chunqiu: "Meng Chunqiu, what are you doing here again?"

"Brother Chen?"

Meng Chunqiu turned his head to find it was him, then quickly turned his gaze back, pointing at the peach tree and saying to Chen Shu: "Brother Chen, look, once this spring rain comes, the peach blossoms in the school have fallen all over the ground; it's truly a pity."

"Are you thinking of a poem again?"

"Sigh..."

"Want to post on Moments again?"

"Brother Chen understands me..."

"'Fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to further protect the flowers.' After finishing, Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Take it, use it as a caption."

"This poem is so fitting..."

Meng Chunqiu, who was worrying about the fallen flowers, felt his heart shaken, so beautiful it left him speechless.

Meng Chunqiu stretched out his finger, took a long breath, savored it deeply in his heart, and then turned around with great poise, just about to comment on it together with Brother Chen, only to see Brother Chen holding an automatic umbrella and having already turned to go upstairs, so he held it back in.

"Sigh..."

A thousand words and phrases turned into a single sigh.

Although Brother Chen has read many beautiful poems on that website since childhood, he is a worldly person after all...

Such a good poetry exchange website, why didn't he encounter it in his youth, but let Brother Chen encounter it instead?

Meng Chunqiu couldn't help but sigh, looking up at the sky.

The sky was gray, with rain like a curtain.

The Grand Ancestor has no eyes! Why didn't he bless me?

"Boom—"

This was the first spring thunder of the year in Yujing, coming later than in previous years, its momentum was immense, the tail end lingering endlessly, as if the firmament itself had cracked.

Fate is truly wondrous.

Meng Chunqiu hurriedly changed his words in his heart.

Chen Shu returned to his room and opened WeChat.

Chen Shu: Is the competition over?

Xiaoxiao: Over

Chen Shu: How did it go?

Xiaoxiao: First place

Chen Shu: Really?

Xiaoxiao: Mm

Chen Shu had expected it, but was still a bit surprised.

That was the world number one.

Although the national number one of Yiguo already had a high probability of taking world number one, it sounded different after all.

Chen Shu: Why are you so calm?

Xiaoxiao: I am very amazing

Chen Shu: /thumbs up

Chen Shu: Xiaoxiao is the most amazing

Xiaoxiao: Big sister helped me cheat, that set of questions she told me to do had many similar questions in it

Chen Shu: It's all her fault! Lowering the gold content of Xiaoxiao's first place!

Chen Shu: /angry

Xiaoxiao: I've been drinking milk every day recently!

Chen Shu: How tall do you want to grow?

Xiaoxiao: The taller the better

Chen Shu: Keep it up...

Chen Shu felt that it was unrealistic for her to rely on natural development; if she could cultivate to High-Tier, she could manually adjust it.

He then found the Arena boss.

Chen Shu: 【File】

Chen Shu: The password is the same.

Chen Shu: Let's just call it Golden Bell Shield.

Chen Shu: It has relatively strong rigid protective capabilities, and at the same time comes with a layer of Spirit Power protection. My design idea is not to focus too much on the Spirit Power protection aspect, because Martial Artists don't often face Spirit Power attacks in the Arena, so this layer of Spirit Power protection is mainly to resist damage from high temperatures, shocks, electric shocks, etc.

Chen Shu: If you aren't satisfied, we can adjust it again; after-sales service is provided.

Li Leitai did not reply to him for the time being.

Chen Shu didn't mind either; he closed Feixin directly, walked to the balcony to enjoy the spring rain for a while, and then returned to his room to tinker with Jiang Lai's custom-made Rune.

He still set an alarm for two hours.

Two hours later.

Chen Shu scrolled to Meng Chunqiu's Flying Letter status update.

This person takes pretty good photos; the peach blossoms are crimson all over the ground, the background blur is just right, and the caption reads: The flying red is not a heartless thing; it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers even more.

Chen Shu had another line for it:

Listening to the spring rain all night in the small building, the apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alley at dawn.

He couldn't remember any more for the time being.

He would change it to "peach blossoms" next year and give it to him again.

When the peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and apricot blossoms in Yujing Cheng gradually fell, the spring rain also stopped, and the warm sun shone on the Yujing Plain once again, March had arrived.

Chen Shu had finished researching the Sword Light Technique. After organizing the files, he turned on his computer and plugged in the Crystal Disk.

He had received over a dozen messages from Mao Xiansheng.

Some were urging for progress, some were attempting small talk, and there was even one wishing him a happy Qingming Festival—what an idiot.

Chen Shu ignored them all.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: 【File】

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: Password 1996

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: Because the usage and combination structure of the Rune were designed by me, it might be different from the original Spell, but the performance is similar. If someone analyzes the residual Spirit Power after you use it, it will show that this is a new Sword Light Technique. I must warn you about this point. Additionally, it might still have small loopholes. If you discover them during use, remember to inform me, and I will modify it for free.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: This matter is settled.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: Of course, lifetime after-sales service is provided.

After sending it, Chen Shu felt completely relaxed. There was one less thing to do every day, and he could spare more time to do boring things.

Just as he was about to close the webpage, a message flashed.

Mao Xiansheng: Received.

Mao Xiansheng: Good.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: How are you always online...

Mao Xiansheng: Bored.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: If you have something, look for me; if you have work, also look for me. It's best if it's the kind that is easy and pays well, and it's best if you look for me again in two or three months.

Mao Xiansheng: Are you very busy these two or three months?

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: No.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: I've been so tired before; I want to be a couch potato for a while. During this time, I don't want to earn any amount of money.

Mao Xiansheng: As expected of you.

Qingcai Baiyu Tang: Logging off.