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Chapter 1925: 795, this is the Soaring Cloud Armor!
Translator: 549690339
Soaring Cloud Armor.
If Zheng Yaoyang hadn’t called out that name, most people wouldn’t even know what Han Muye was refining at the moment.
“That is, Zheng Yaoyang!”
“My G.o.d, I can’t believe I have the fortune to see Master Zheng Yaoyang!”
“It’s worth it, to see Master Zheng Yaoyang in person today fulfills a wish of more than a thousand years!”
The crowd in front of the gambling arena burst into cheers, and countless blacksmiths turned their heads towards Zheng Yaoyang, their faces flushed and eyes gleaming.
This, roughly, is the power of an idol.
Seeing Zheng Yaoyang so popular, Xun Chu Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief.
With Zheng Yaoyang’s reputation and abilities, it was a sure win.
Along with him, they could take two rounds.
Besides the one on stage and the mad Luo Shentong, there was no one else considered worth attention.
Looking up at the stage, Xun Chu Yun’s eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
Zheng Yaoyang mentioned Soaring Cloud Armor, where was it?
What the h.e.l.l?
At this moment, Han Muye on the stage had already stopped, gathering up the flame and various spiritual materials in front of him.
No longer refining.
The armor, where?
Below the stage, apart from the excited glances toward Zheng Yaoyang, there were puzzled looks everywhere.
“Hehe, Zheng Yaoyang, how rare.” Luo Shentong, rubbing his hands and chuckling, fixed his gaze onto the golden fog in front of Han Muye on stage.
“Substantial yet formless, indeed interesting, the ancient artifact crafting inheritance is indeed extraordinary.”
Substantial yet formless?
All eyes landed on the golden fog in front of Han Muye.
That couldn’t possibly be the refined armor, could it?
What a joke.
If the speakers weren’t Luo the Madman and Zheng Yaoyang, they might want to curse right now.
Clearly, the refining scene they witnessed today had already overturned their understanding.
Xun Chu Yun’s expression darkened slightly as he looked towards Zheng Yaoyang at his side.
Zheng Yaoyang’s words clearly conveyed admiration for Han Muye and the cloud of mist in front of him.
Could it be that this vital ally he counted on actually recognized the one on the stage?
Perhaps, they even had a connection?
If there was really a connection, he wondered if it would affect the later gambling duel?
For a moment, Xun Chu Yun regretted inviting Zheng Yaoyang.
But without inviting Zheng Yaoyang, who else could be said to have the confidence to overshadow Luo the Madman?
Across from Han Muye, Master Yun Ji continued to burn spiritual materials with flame, the embryonic form of the black armor not yet visible, looking up at the golden fog in front of Han Muye, frowning.
“Are you giving up?”
He did not believe in something being substantial yet formless.
He trusted his own eyes more.
Han Muye clearly hadn’t done anything, not even drawing one spiritual symbol or hammering out a single piece of armor; how could he have possibly refined armor?
“Giving up?” Han Muye shook his head, his expression indifferent, “In your eyes, does refining necessarily involve swirling smoke and fire?”
“Or, in your view, should black armor be a set of armor?”
Slowly lifting his head, Han Muye’s body radiated a majestic light that was hard to look straight at.
His gaze swept over the crowd, then he said nonchalantly, “Then let me show you what Soaring Cloud Armor is.”
“Boom”
As his words finished, the golden fog before him exploded violently.
The fog s.h.i.+fted and transformed, solidifying into a set of golden armor that enveloped his body.
But the next instant, the armor dispersed and turned into a pair of golden wings on Han Muye’s back.
In the blink of an eye, the golden wings unfolded and turned into a cloud covering three feet around him.
Constant change!
This was Soaring Cloud Armor?
This, is this still called armor?
No, this was truly armor.
Everyone gazed blankly at the mist around Han Muye as it reformed into a pale yellow robe.
“This is Soaring Cloud Armor…” Shangguan Hong murmured softly from a distant pavilion, watching the unpredictable mist on the screen before him with sharp eyes.
“Does this Soaring Cloud Armor have any unique features?” An elder standing behind him asked, frowning.
Han Muye had only shown the skill of Solidifying Gold into Silk from beginning to end, and then it seemed as if it all burst apart midway.
The entire refining process was too short to discern anything special.
Such artifice methods, to say nothing of Heavenly Secret City, wouldn’t make the list even outside Heavenly Secret City.
“Great Elder, this is the Soaring Cloud Armor that even Zheng Yaoyang praised.” Shangguan Hong spoke softly, pointing to the golden robe on the screen.
“In the divine realm, there aren’t many who could catch Zheng Yaoyang’s eye, are there?” Rubbing his hands together, Shangguan Hong’s eyes shone with antic.i.p.ation.
“I really want to see Master Zheng compete against Mr. Han…”
Master Yun Ji, standing opposite Han Muye, twitched in his face, steadying the flame and the various spiritual materials he was refining only with great resolve.
“This kind of armor, could it really have any power?” he murmured softly, gathering his focus, ignoring everyone else, and continuing to wholeheartedly refine the black armor before him.
Han Muye was not in a hurry and stood there, watching Master Yun Ji begin to refine the black armor.
As one of the twelve top Divine-level Masters of Heavenly Secret City, Master Yun Ji’s cultivation abilities in refining were truly profound.
At least his refining process was smooth, like flowing clouds and water, highly aesthetic.
But in Han Muye’s view, Yun Ji’s refining skills still lacked a bit of maturity, or rather, they lacked a certain spirituality.
They missed that transcendence of the Ancient Refining Technique that followed one’s heart’s desire.
This showed that what Yun Ji practiced was not the true disciple’s method.
Looking at the flames flaring up again in front of Yun Ji, Han Muye’s eyes narrowed.
He had experienced this kind of flame manipulation in the trial ground.
It was not the refining technique of the Liantian Sect.
It was the lineage of the Duantian Sect, considered alongside Liantian Sect and Divine Source Dao.
