Chapter 436: 436 Star Illusion Qianji’s Sorrow
"What on earth are you talking about?" Mu Hanyan pursued.
"Should be able to remember, why can’t I remember." Star Illusion Thousand Machine murmured to himself but did not answer her question.
Mu Hanyan did not continue to question him. Previously, she had regarded Star Illusion Thousand Machine as a Divine Artifact; however, she no longer thought so. She simply found him to be rambling more and more like a real human. Humans have worries, and when he was troubled, Mu Hanyan did not want to disturb his thoughts.
Her expression became solemn. When Star Illusion Thousand Machine mentioned that someone was coming, there was no doubt about it. With her current strength, nobody under the rank of Sword Master could escape her detection unless that person surpassed a Sword Master.
Mu Hanyan recalled the assassin she had encountered shortly after her rebirth and the one Yan Yuchu had come across, her eyes filled with murderous intent, slowly gripping the handle of her sword.
Her breathing steadied immensely, her hand gripping the sword unwaveringly stable.
Whoever it was, even if it was a Sword Master, Mu Hanyan was confident she could severely wound them with her blade.
A gust of night wind suddenly passed through; the door was still shut tight, but Mu Hanyan felt, in the blink of an eye, the door had been opened and then swiftly closed again. Such speed; if not for the hint of coldness that came with it, Mu Hanyan would almost not have noticed the door had been opened.
A shadowy figure, ghost-like, also silently drifted by.
Mu Hanyan’s fingers twitched, ready to draw her sword and stab.
"Don’t kill him!" Just then, an urgent cry from Star Illusion Thousand Machine reached her ears.
Mu Hanyan’s fingers were nearly snapping the blade forward when she heard Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s anxious voice and immediately stopped.
"Don’t kill him; you mustn’t kill him," a relieved yet inexplicably sorrowful voice from Star Illusion Thousand Machine followed in her ears.
Filled with puzzlement, Mu Hanyan slightly opened her eyes in the darkness, catching a glimpse of a vague face.
Ye Yanran!
Indeed, it wasn’t just the fear of thieves stealing, but their persistent thoughts. Mu Hanyan hadn’t expected her to find her so swiftly.
Mu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Yanran’s ghost-like movement technique was even more unpredictable than Jiang Yuzhe’s Shadowless Sword, making her hard to guard against, she was ultimately just an Eighth Rank Swordsman and posed no threat to her.
Mu Hanyan relaxed her fingers holding the sword tightly, staring at Ye Yanran with the help of a faint light, curious about her intentions.
Ye Yanran probably hadn’t completely adjusted to the darkness in the room. After standing for a moment, she looked in the direction where Mu Hanyan lay and formed a Hand Formation with her hands.
A faint, ripple-like light passed around her body, feeling as if she were encased in an invisible, transparent dome.
Barrier! Mu Hanyan was taken aback. According to legend, this was an extremely powerful and magical Magic Technique that had been lost thousands of years ago. Perhaps some very old families or academies might still find some ancient books, but they were incomplete and either could not be executed or had fatal limitations.
Though the legends about the Barrier were too remote, having not eaten pork didn’t mean never seeing a pig run; seeing the fantastical ripple-like light, Mu Hanyan was sure that this was the legendary result.
Mu Hanyan grew increasingly curious about Ye Yanran; first, her ghostly movement technique that was even more bizarre than Jiang Yuzhe’s Shadowless Sword, and now, the long-lost Barrier Technique. Was Ye Yanran really just a simple female thief?
As the Barrier was cast, Mu Hanyan suddenly felt her body become heavy, and a wave of fatigue surged, making her just want to close her eyes and sleep deeply.