47: Meng Yun, hand over the Demon-Slaying Sword!

After erasing the records, Meng Yun waited for a moment, got up and washed his face, desperately trying to dispel the sense of vicissitude and loss, before immersing his mind and calling up the system panel.

You were captured at the start and sent to a containment facility to serve as a D-class consumable. With your astonishing will and talent, you became the only survivor, earning promotion and significant responsibility.

You successfully enlightened the ultimate humanoid weapon—the Calamity Witch, and named her Vivian. From then on, you and she became like siblings, spending thirty enjoyable days together.

Your efforts paid off. During an outing, Vivian successfully advanced to S-class, and you, too, made great strides in the Arcane Association with your astonishing Arcane and Alchemy talents.

Vivian was taken away by Statham, the head of the Mysterious Foundation, and deployed to the battlefield, achieving a great victory. You believed it was all your fault, broke through numerous obstacles to reach Vivian, but it was too late, and nothing could be done.

Your talent is exceptional, but your Foundation is shallow, making it difficult to shake the behemoth that is the Foundation. Although you stirred up waves in a corner of the world, it was merely an insignificant ripple in the vast ocean of history.

Your evaluation for this simulation is B.

“Only a B…” Meng Yun shook his head and sighed.

The result of the fourth simulation was only slightly better than the first.

Ultimately, it was due to insufficient development time; his strength didn't have enough time to improve.

If he hadn't fallen into a Fallen Arcanist at the last moment, he wouldn't even have discovered the truth of the world.

Of course, he wouldn't have had the chance to see Vivian again either.

Meng Yun made up his mind that in the next simulation, he would not actively help Vivian advance to S-class. He would first stall for time, and then consider other options!

You can choose to immediately gain 50 years of lifespan, or choose one of the following rewards.

1. Peak strength from this simulation: Peak Arcane Master (equivalent to Peak Golden Core)

2. Permanently gain the Arcane Star ability

3. All Arcane arts learned in this simulation, including Alchemy

4. Directly refresh the anchor point charging time

“Only one reward?” Meng Yun was slightly surprised.

This B-class evaluation was truly a raw deal.

Even if it wasn't for the sake of universal salvation in the future, but just to gain rewards and improve his strength, Meng Yun had to diligently grind instances to improve his evaluation!

“I choose the Arcane Star ability.” Meng Yun concluded after a calm analysis.

For Meng Yun, who was already at the Nascent Soul Realm, Peak Arcane Master was simply not enough; at least the strength of an Arcane Envoy could barely be considered.

As for the Arcane arts he had already mastered, they weren't even fit to carry the shoes of the abnormal passive ability that is Arcane Star.

Reset refresh time? No one would choose that!

After confirming, a flash of realization instantly passed through Meng Yun's mind.

He now had an urge to learn all Arcane-related knowledge on Blue Star!

As for where to learn it?

Of course, it was the 654 Bureau!

Composing himself again, Meng Yun left the two-story house he rented.

Coming towards him was a beautiful woman in ancient attire, as ethereal as an immortal.

Nangong Jing.

“Nangong Jing?”

Meng Yun was startled: “You came all this way, and empty-handed?”

Nangong Jing did not exchange pleasantries with Meng Yun. Her expression was solemn as she warned Meng Yun: “The families behind the three deceased individuals in the Tianjian Dynasty ruins are preparing to cause you trouble.”

“Cause me trouble?”

Meng Yun's face was full of mockery: “They were incompetent themselves, couldn't listen to good advice, and only knew how to infight and suspect each other. Such people deserve to die.”

“Good, good, good! What a 'deserve to die'!”

A thunderclap boomed in the sky. Before the figures arrived, angry roars were heard first.

Meng Yun activated Calculating Heaven and Deducing Earth and began to sense.

About a hundred miles away, several displeased figures were flashing through the air.

That kind of aura fluctuation… there was even a Soul Transformation Stage among them!

In an instant, several figures descended and stood before Meng Yun.

The leader was a long-bearded old man, dressed in a simple Tang suit, with the demeanor of a reclusive master.

Unfortunately, his disgruntled expression told everyone that his self-cultivation was not yet complete.

“Are you Meng Yun?”

The long-bearded old man stared at Meng Yun for a moment. Seeing his extraordinary demeanor and his perfectly rounded and profound Nascent Soul cultivation, he immediately somewhat suppressed his disdain.

Such a young talent, even in his family, they didn't possess a single one!

“Old geezer, you…”

“The people from the Lin family, their family has a Combination Power…” Nangong Jing's voice echoed in Meng Yun's ear through a secret transmission.

“What can this senior do for me?” Meng Yun's expression remained unchanged, smoothly switching his attitude.

“I am Lin Sifeng. My son, Lin Ping, died in the Tianjian Dynasty ruins under your protection, didn't he?” The long-bearded old man's gaze was piercing, pressing Meng Yun for an answer.

The pressure belonging to the Soul Transformation Stage realm emanated from him, yet under the shroud of the Calculating Heaven and Deducing Earth secret art, Meng Yun's vital energy circulated freely, completely unaffected.

This made Lin Sifeng's eyes flicker.

This kid has something going on.

“Protection?” Meng Yun scoffed upon hearing this.

These big family members were truly arrogant and self-important.

They had clearly formed a team to enter the ruins together to explore for treasures.

Meng Yun hadn't even bothered to hold them accountable for hitchhiking and slacking off.

How did it turn into him protecting their son in his mouth?

Protect your ass!

“Who is Lin Ping?

Do I know him?

Why would I protect him?

Are you senile?”

With four consecutive questions, Meng Yun instantly made Lin Sifeng's expression stiffen, and all the questions he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

Uncomfortable.

“Brat, watch your mouth!”

“Exactly, don't think you're so great just because you're a Nascent Soul!”

“Everyone here starts at Nascent Soul!”

The few people behind Lin Sifeng all looked angry and spoke disrespectfully to Meng Yun.

Some things were inconvenient for Lin Sifeng to say due to his status, so they would say them!

Meng Yun looked towards the people behind Lin Sifeng. That chilling gaze made the three individuals, whose combined age exceeded two hundred, tremble with fear.

They sensed their own fear and immediately became enraged out of shame.

Damn it!

They were actually intimidated by a mere child under twenty, with just one look!

“Just now, who was barking?”

Meng Yun gently waved his hand, and the Demon Subduing Sword hanging in the room flew straight to him.

He was in a very bad mood right now.

Watching his sister Vivian turn into that state, Meng Yun couldn't do anything.

He felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Originally, he planned to go to the 654 Bureau, scour all the Arcane knowledge, and quickly start another simulation.

Who would have thought that some blind fools would come looking for trouble again!

Demon Subduing Swordplay was activated out of thin air, a golden sword light held back, not yet unleashed.

Nangong Jing's eyes narrowed sharply.

She had personally witnessed how this golden Demon Subduing Swordplay had slain a Soul Transformation Stage Fallen Arcanist with a single sword strike!

Meng Yun, was he going to…?

“Was it you?”

Meng Yun's palm gently flipped, and the golden light directly erupted, cleanly severing the right ear of the first person who had spoken disrespectfully.

“You dirtied my ears, so I'll take yours in exchange.”

“Ah—! Meng Yun, how dare you!!”

The man clutched his right face, blood gushing out, letting out a pig-like howl.

Lin Sifeng's expression suddenly became serious. He looked at the Demon Subduing Sword in Meng Yun's hand, filled with both shock and greed.

Meng Yun's hand speed was so fast that even he, a Soul Transformation Stage, couldn't stop him!

Meng Yun, a mere Nascent Soul, naturally couldn't possess such strength, so the only possibility left was this Demon Subduing Sword!

No, this sword must be obtained!

With this thought, he stroked his beard, his face showing a threat: “Meng Yun, offending my Lin, Zhao, and Wei Families is not a wise choice.”

“How about you hand over this Demon Subduing Sword to me, and I, this old man, will guarantee your safety from this incident.”

The person whose ear was cut off was from the Wei Family. He endured the intense pain and cried out in alarm: “Old Lin, you…!”

Damn old man!

He was here shouting and got his ear cut off, and Lin Sifeng was actually thinking of monopolizing the Demon Subduing Sword!

Ignoring everyone's gazes, Meng Yun looked at Lin Sifeng's determined expression:

“You want it? Then you kill those three, and I'll give you the sword.”

Lin Sifeng's expression instantly shattered.

Lin Sifeng was very angry now; he felt that Meng Yun had made a fool of him.

Therefore, he didn't mind giving Meng Yun a taste of his own medicine.

“Brat, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”

The fluctuations belonging to the Soul Transformation Stage realm spread out, and a withered hand slammed down towards Meng Yun's face.

He was just a wild kid with no background; killing him was no big deal!