Although Pang Dezong’s hand gestures were quite complex, they paled in comparison to the Star Illusion Thousand Techniques. Mu Hanyan naturally mastered them immediately, without any difficulty. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novelꜰire.net
"Senior Pang, how did I do with the hand gestures? Is there anything amiss?" Having completed the hand gestures flawlessly, Mu Hanyan was quite satisfied with herself and spoke with ease.
Pang Dezong felt embarrassed. When he had first learned these hand gestures, he faced constant difficulties, often forgetting the earlier steps while learning the later ones. Even though he was over forty years old at that time, his master had beaten him until his face was bruised and swollen. Despite this, it still took him a whole month to master them.
Who would have known that Mu Hanyan would learn them so effortlessly, without missing a single step? Comparing oneself with others really could be infuriating.
"Not bad, there are some minor errors, but nothing serious. Just practice a few more times and it will be fine," Pang Dezong said, faking a thoughtful stroke of his beard.
"Then I’ll give it a try now. Please keep an eye on me, Senior Pang," Mu Hanyan said excitedly.
Seeing how nervous Pang Dezong had been earlier, she knew that using the hand gestures in the wrong order could have terrifying consequences. It would be safer to practice while this Sword Saint expert was around.
"Yes, try it a few times. I will act as your protector," Pang Dezong said. Though he had misgivings, his status obligated him to fulfill his promise to satisfactorily teach Mu Hanyan.
As he spoke, he finally calmed himself, chuckling internally at how overwrought he had been.
Even if Mu Hanyan had the talent to easily learn the hand gestures, being able to use them effectively was another matter altogether.
The hand gestures comprised thirty-six steps, and each time she activated the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, she had to use them in a different sequence. Pang Dezong had racked his brain back then, repeatedly attempting and suffering severe injuries without finding a pattern, and would have died countless times if not for his still-living master.
After his master passed away, he no longer dared to experiment lightly. Only upon reaching the Sword Saint Realm could he muster enough strength to forcibly suppress the Potian power hidden within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, allowing him to barely manage its use.
If Mu Hanyan wanted to experiment, he would let her. The more she experienced the true power of the Divine Artifact, the harder it would be for her to control herself. Now with him around as her protector, her life was safe. Once he left, where would she find another Sword Saint expert to protect her?
Beside them, Zhao Sinin also sneered coldly. Having spent many years together, he understood Pang Dezong’s intentions all too well. He knew it was better for Mu Hanyan not to try at all because once she did, she would struggle to stop, and her demise would draw nearer.
"Thank you, Senior Pang," Mu Hanyan said. She knew Pang Dezong would not dare let her die just yet, especially not in his own camp. So, she felt safe to perform the hand gestures.
There wasn’t a fixed order to the gestures, and with a Sword Saint to protect her, Mu Hanyan was not worried at all and casually executed several gestures.
A Qi enveloped her fingertips, and as her fingers danced, they scattered a vague trail of light through the air, eventually enveloping the Cangxuan Cloud Silk.
Mu Hanyan had only completed half of the gestures when she heard a "humming" sound. The originally static golden cloak suddenly emitted a celestial hum.
Mu Hanyan saw a flash of golden light before her eyes, and when she looked down, the golden cloak was already draped over her shoulders.
She had succeeded on her first attempt! Looking down at the cloak on her body, Mu Hanyan was momentarily stunned.