Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 652: Last days on the Caravan (13)

“First place.” A pause.

“Kyrian.”

The arena exploded.

“KYRIAN!”

“HE WON!”

“AGAIN!”

“First place in two competitions!”

“That boy is monstrous!”

“Who is he?!”

Kyrian remained calm, and then the elder pointed toward the stage.

“Kyrian, come receive your reward.”

Kyrian walked toward the stage, his steps calm, without any sign of excessive pride. When he reached the elders, he clasped his hands and bowed slightly.

“Elders.”

The chief elder smiled.

“Congratulations.”

The other elders also nodded.

“You demonstrated extraordinary comprehension.”

“Few people could have achieved what you did today.”

“You deserve the reward.”

Kyrian did not respond immediately, his eyes were fixed on the object the chief elder had taken out of his spatial ring. It was a book.

A rather ancient book, its cover completely simple. There were no words, no name, and no symbols indicating its level. The only thing present was two large wings drawn on the cover, occupying almost the entire surface and appearing extremely ancient.

Kyrian observed the book for a few seconds, and he had no idea what the technique did. And for some reason, that awakened his curiosity even more.

The chief elder held the book with both hands and carefully handed it over.

“This is the reward for the competition.”

Kyrian extended his hands and received the book. The instant his fingers touched the cover, he felt a strange sensation, extremely subtle, almost as if the book were hiding something.

His violet eyes analyzed the cover, but nothing. He tried to observe its internal structure, but still nothing. The technique had been protected somehow.

“Thank you.”

Kyrian carefully stored the book in his spatial ring, and the chief elder nodded.

“Study it when you have time.”

“I will.”

Kyrian was about to leave when he stopped, his gaze returning to the silver blindfolds.

Those blindfolds were extremely useful; he had just realized how much that device could help him comprehend his paths. If he could use something similar during his cultivation of intents, perhaps he could significantly accelerate his progress.

Kyrian looked at the elders.

“Elder.”

“Yes?”

“Can I take some of these blindfolds with me?”

The elder seemed surprised.

“You want one?”

“If possible.” Kyrian paused slightly.

“I can buy them.”

The chief elder shook his head.

“No.”

Kyrian was slightly disappointed.

“We cannot sell them.”

“Why?”

“Because they do not belong to us.” The elder looked at the blindfolds.

“They were created by someone who possesses authority over them. And that person left a clear rule.” He shook his head.

“We cannot give them to anyone.”

Kyrian remained silent for a few seconds. It was a shame; those devices were truly useful, especially for someone like him. They completely isolated the cultivator from the outside world and forced them to delve into their own comprehension. It would be an extremely useful tool for deepening his intents.

Kyrian was about to turn around when the elder spoke again.

“However…”

Kyrian stopped.

The elder smiled slightly.

“I heard that an artifact of comprehension as useful as these blindfolds will appear at today’s grand auction.”

Kyrian immediately turned around.

“An artifact of comprehension?”

“Yes.” The elder nodded.

“I cannot guarantee its nature or effectiveness. I only heard about it.”

Kyrian understood and clasped his hands, bowing slightly.

“Thank you for the information, Elder.”

This time, his decision was made. Before, he had not been sure whether he would participate in the final auction; now, he definitely would.

The elder smiled.

“Perhaps you will find something that interests you.”

“I hope so.”

Kyrian bid farewell to the elders and left the stage. The competition had ended, and with it, a large part of the Celestial Descent Festival was also coming to an end.

As he crossed the arena’s exit, Kyrian immediately noticed a change in the landscape.

The other arenas that had remained scattered across the ground like a new city during the past few days were beginning to be dismantled. Some elders hovered in the air, and, with a simple movement of their hands, enormous structures were dismantled.

‘Boom!’ Entire platforms were reduced to smaller pieces. Precious materials were separated. Some special structures were carefully stored in spatial rings.

Other objects were taken to protected storage facilities. Everything was being organized; those arenas would be used again. Perhaps not in that place, perhaps not the following year, but when the next Celestial Descent occurred, many of those structures would probably return.

Kyrian observed everything for a few seconds. The Festival was truly coming to an end. After so many days of competitions, auctions, and encounters with cultivators from different regions, it was finally reaching its conclusion.

But he had no time to dwell on it; there was one more thing he needed to do. His final lesson with Sun Luguo.

Kyrian quickened his pace.

When he arrived at the workshop, Sun Luguo was already waiting. The old blacksmith stood before the furnace, the flames illuminating his face, and his expression carried a faint smile.

“You arrived.”

Kyrian nodded.

“As promised.”

Sun Luguo let out a laugh.

“Today will be our final lesson.”

Kyrian entered the workshop, the environment remaining exactly as it always was, the heat, the smell of metal, the distant sound of hammering, the weapons scattered across the walls. But there was something different, perhaps merely the feeling of farewell.

Sun Luguo picked up a piece of metal and placed it on the workbench.

“Today I won’t teach you a new technique.”

Kyrian raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

“No.” The old man smiled.

“Today I want to see how much you can do on your own.”

Kyrian nodded. He had already learned quite a lot during the past few days, but he was still far from completely mastering spiritual forging.

Sun Luguo explained a few things again, then let Kyrian work. The young man controlled the fire, heated the metal, and struck it.

‘Clang!’ ‘Clang!’ ‘Clang!’

With each strike, his comprehension became more natural. He no longer needed to ask basic questions, his movements were more confident, his control over the temperature had improved, and so had his control over Qi.

Sun Luguo watched silently, and, after some time, a smile appeared on his face.

“You really learned quickly.”

Kyrian did not respond and continued working.

A few more hours passed. When he finally finished, two low-level spiritual daggers lay before him. They were not extraordinary; they could not be compared to truly powerful spiritual weapons.

But they were much better than the ones Kyrian had produced previously; their structure was more stable, the flow of energy within the weapons was smoother, and the integration between the metal and spiritual Qi was much more efficient.

Sun Luguo picked up one of the daggers and ran his finger along the blade.

“Better.”

Kyrian looked at him.

“How much?”

“A lot.” Sun Luguo laughed.

“If I compare it to your first work, it feels like I’m looking at a completely different person.”

Kyrian smiled slightly.

“Thank you for the teaching.”

The afternoon continued peacefully, the sound of hammering filling the workshop.

‘Clang!’ ‘Clang!’ ‘Clang!’

Kyrian practiced, Sun Luguo corrected him. And, slowly, the sky began to darken.