Chapter 558: 558 wasn’t trapped but was instead irritated
When the cloak was placed in the chest just now, even the ground slightly collapsed under its weight. Excluding the chest’s own weight, the cloak itself was obviously over a hundred jin. Yet now, as Mu Hanyan wore it on her shoulders, she felt no pressure at all, as if it was as thin as cicada wings and as light as silk floss.
Had she not felt the solid sensation brought on by the strong defense of the Divine Artifact, Mu Hanyan might have thought she was hallucinating.
Across from her, Pang Dezong and Zhao Sinin both widened their eyes, staring at Mu Hanyan as if they had seen a ghost.
It was successful, successful on the first try.
Suddenly, Pang Dezong felt an urge to bang his head against a wall. Before his advancement to Sword Saint, he had tried hundreds of times, sustained serious injuries hundreds of times, and had never succeeded even once. How had Mu Hanyan succeeded on her first try? More importantly, she hadn’t even completed the hand gestures, having done only half of them, yet she succeeded. Wasn’t that luck too against the heavens?
"Senior Pang, it doesn’t seem that hard, does it?" Mu Hanyan said, a bit confused. Perhaps Pang Dezong’s earlier words were meant to scare her, but why would he do that if he meant to harm her, wouldn’t scaring her be unnecessary?
"Your luck, your luck is simply too good," Pang Dezong said bitterly, at a loss for words in the face of such fortune.
"Should I try again?" Mu Hanyan ventured, feeling that her luck was so good it was almost unsettling.
"Try a few more times," Pang Dezong responded, deeply affected and unable to reconcile himself without seeing Mu Hanyan fail, so he nodded.
"Right, how do I take it off?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Just like before, any hand gestures should work. There’s no danger, just need to try a few more times," Pang Dezong replied.
Mu Hanyan casually made a few hand gestures, and a golden light dispersed from her body, sending the cloak back into the chest.
Just as Pang Dezong had said, it was easy and simple, with hardly any risk. Mu Hanyan didn’t find anything strange, nor did she notice the surprise in Pang Dezong’s eyes that had just disappeared and quickly resurfaced.
He had actually held back in his explanation. In fact, removing the Cangxuan Cloud Silk wasn’t difficult or dangerous, but it wasn’t a matter of trying a few more times. In his experience, one couldn’t hope to remove it without repeatedly trying a dozen or more times.
Of course, the cloak couldn’t always be worn. Once the cooldown period arrived, it would detach from the body and return to the iron chest by itself. Besides, for such a Defense Divine Artifact, being able to wear it was the best possible outcome, so why would anyone willingly take it off? Thus, this wasn’t really an issue.
The real problem was, Mu Hanyan had only tried once. This outcome hit Pang Dezong hard once again.
This darn kid, did she step on God’s **** when she left the house? So lucky, Pang Dezong thought miserably.
Mu Hanyan, of course, didn’t realize she had once again struck at Master Pang’s fragile heart, as she casually made hand gestures again.
"You’d better be more careful. The power within this Divine Artifact is too terrifying. If you can avoid triggering it, do so," Pang Dezong said, recalling his own past experiences of treading on thin ice and feeling further off balance, as he reminded Mu Hanyan.
"Isn’t it great to have you, Master, acting as protector? I’m sure you wouldn’t want to see me die here," Mu Hanyan said with a teasing smile.
She was certain of Pang Dezong’s position; to avoid the accusation of murder, even at the risk of his own life, Pang Dezong wouldn’t dare let anything happen to her.