High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 72: Peering Into the Future, Red Sun Saber
The letter self-destructed upon reading, turning into flying ash.
Wu Jun furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought; the courier was anonymously mailed, with the mailing address only showing Guangshen Province.
The other party asked him to kill during the pre-selection contest, not the training camp.
This indicates that the other party is very familiar with the process of the Blue Star Alliance Genius Tournament. But why did they target him?
Every year, there are injuries and fatalities in the pre-selection contest; blades are blind, which is not uncommon. But the person who needs to be killed has a special identity. Wu Jun weighed the beast skin fragment and the consequences of the killing in his mind.
Although Wang Shuheng is not a Grandmaster, his influence is greater than that of an ordinary Grandmaster. Offending him is more serious than offending a Grandmaster.
A moment later, Wu Jun chuckled softly.
"The other party hides their identity, surely they have concerns. There’s no reason not to accept what’s delivered to the door; it’ll help me comprehend the Furious Wave-breaking Saber."
"As long as I can master the Furious Wave-breaking Saber, it’s not difficult to rank among the top thirty in Guangshen Province. Once I obtain the Third Level Sequence, not even a Grandmaster can easily move against me!"
Wu Jun has no intention of listening to the letter and killing people, but he also doesn’t plan to give up the delivered beast hide fragment.
...
Renaming it?
For a moment, Su Mu found himself in a dilemma. He is notoriously bad at naming things, "This saber was reforged by the teacher; you should name it."
Su Mu passed the ball to Wang Shuheng, with some expectation, since Wang Shuheng is almost at the Grandmaster Level as an Inscription Master and should have experience in naming weapons.
But Wang Shuheng didn’t respond, his expression slightly stiff.
Could it be that the teacher is also bad at naming, just like him...
Su Mu was stunned.
"Mengmeng, what do you think it should be named?"
"Senior Brother Su’s previous saber was called Cold Moon, why not name this one Red Sun?"
"Sun and moon then, the scabbard as Cold Moon, the saber as Red Sun, this is nice."
"Yes, this is good."
With three votes, the new saber had a name: Red Sun Saber.
...
With less than five days left until the training camp, Su Mu planned to set off two days later because he needed to first go to the Guangshen Martial Arts Association Headquarters for a comprehensive check-up.
That night, Su Mu began cultivating Blade Qi.
Half an hour later, Su Mu furrowed his brows, sensing a stifling sensation; the Blade Qi was extremely sluggish within the saber.
"Is it an illusion?"
An hour later, Su Mu finally confirmed that there was an issue with Red Sun; a significant resistance arose during Blade Qi cultivation, greatly reducing the efficiency and making the Blade Qi restless.
The next day, Su Mu sought out his teacher Wang Shuheng, who furrowed his brows after hearing the problem, "Bring it here for me to see."
Beside him, Zhao Meng, also brought a pair of glasses for Wang Shuheng, who began examining the saber and its inscriptions.
After a long while, Wang Shuheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, his expression uncertain.
"Currently, there might be anomalies in two inscriptions. If you give me half a month more, I could completely reforge them, but we don’t have the time now."
"We can only make temporary repairs, but the inscriptions on this saber are peculiar; touching one affects the whole. Choosing the wrong area to repair could cause all inscriptions to fail."
"I believe this place is the most likely,"
Wang Shuheng pointed to the middle section of the saber while another section was in the lower part.
Su Mu’s heart trembled; the teacher’s meaning was direct. If there were any mistakes in the repair, the Red Sun Saber couldn’t be used in the training camp. Losing a handy weapon greatly affects a martial artist’s combat power.
Wang Shuheng’s gaze wandered back and forth over the Red Sun Saber, falling into contemplation.
Zhao Meng just started with inscriptions and couldn’t be of any help, silently watching and praying in her heart.
Su Mu was anxious, but as an outer disciple, how could he determine where the inscription error was?
His mind already conjured scenes of failure afterwards, which was his habit.
But suddenly, Su Mu shuddered.
He thought of a method...
"I still have Future Sight... maybe I can use Future Sight to pinpoint the faulty inscription location!"
Immediately, Su Mu took a deep breath, silently withdrew several steps, and first looked at the time on the wall clock: 09:45.
Then, he quietly activated his first Future Sight.
Boom!
Suddenly, a suffocating feeling like drowning overwhelmed him, and the whole world came to a standstill. When he regained his composure while breathing heavily,
The world before him resumed its motion, and his five senses returned.
But soon, Su Mu found himself an observer, like his soul was detached, and at this moment, his body was right beside him with the head lowered.
"It should be here, start now," confirmed Wang Shuheng as he began repairing the faulty inscription.
Zizz.
Soon, the inscriptions on the Red Sun Saber emitted a series of strange noises, Wang Shuheng’s expression changed drastically, and just as he was about to speak.
The suffocating sensation struck again.
Su Mu’s chest heaved violently, and he reopened his eyes to glance at the wall clock.
09:48...
He was able to glimpse three minutes into the future, with the side effect of feeling groggy and dizzy.
"It should be here, start now," Wang Shuheng’s voice echoed.
This was completely consistent with what Su Mu saw and heard through Future Sight!
"Teacher, wait!"
Su Mu’s body exuded Sword Momentum, and then he closed his eyes, lightly stroking the saber with a pretense of checking.
A moment later, Su Mu reopened his eyes, "Teacher, the faulty inscription should not be here."
"Give me a reason," Wang Shuheng suddenly turned serious and solemn.
He was an Inscription Master, holding a certain pride in the inscriptions and needed a reasonable reason.
"Teacher, when I infused Sword Momentum in it just now, I didn’t feel any obstruction here, but when I reached this place, I encountered significant resistance."
"Using Sword Momentum for inspection?" Wang Shuheng’s brows finally relaxed a bit, with some skepticism. Though he forged this weapon,
in terms of familiarity, perhaps Su Mu, the actual user who grasped Sword Momentum, might have more say.
"Are you sure?"
"The student is sure," stated Su Mu with determination.
"Alright, let’s start from here then."
Minutes later, Wang Shuheng was surprised, "Yes, it was here, your intuition was correct, leave the rest to me now."
Upon hearing this, both Su Mu and Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Elder Wang displayed confidence; once the problem is pinpointed, everything ceases to be problematic.
Time passed second by second.
12:58.
After three hours of repair, Wang Shuheng exhaled deeply and passed the saber with both hands, "Try it again?"
"Teacher, thank you for your hard work."
Su Mu first expressed his gratitude, then took the saber, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating Sword Momentum. Ten minutes later, after repeated confirmation, Su Mu opened his eyes, "Teacher, there is no issue with the Red Sun Saber."
"Oh, we did it!" Zhao Meng couldn’t help but cheer.
"That is good," Wang Shuheng wiped the sweat from his hand, showing a trace of exhaustion.
Sword sheathed, upon leaving the Forging Academy, a silhouette immediately caught Su Mu’s attention; the person exuded a peculiar aura of fierceness.
Su Mu looked, and the person was sizing him up without any concealment, with eyes that were condescending and disdainful.
"Su Mu, I’ll be waiting for you in the pre-selection contest."
"Who are you?"
"South China Martial Arts University, Blade Institute, Wu Jun."
