Chapter 20 — A Human Body Conceives an Ancient Spirit Embryo

verlord Body art was created by people, and other people could create it, why can't we create it? Even if we can't, Shen-er can create it himself! I bow to no one, and that is why my Slaughter-Beast Saber Art was invented by me alone. If you let the difficulty in front of you scare you, I will look down on you too! Shen-er, do not give me cause to look down on you!" Shen Mu nodded hard, feeling a surge of hot blood rise in his chest, and said in a loud voice, "Grandpa Tu, rest assured, I will never fall short of your high hopes!" The Butcher roared with laughter and slapped him hard on the shoulder. The others laughed too, and the somberness of just now vanished into thin air. Seeing this, the Village Head felt the knot in his heart open of its own accord, and he laughed heartily. "I lied to them, saying Shen-er was an Overlord Body, and lied to give them the courage to keep living. I never expected that I would back myself into a corner, obsessed with how to cover up the lie. I did not realize that they had already found their motivation, while I was still agonizing over how to keep up the pretense." The knot in his heart came undone, and he felt light in body and mind. Shen Mu's arrival had given the villagers of Yincan Village a reason to live, and it had given him a reason to strive as well! The Alchemist looked at him and smiled. The Village Head had not been this happy in a long time, had not worn such a smile in a long time. "I think we must force the Overlord Body to its limit before the power of its primal energy can reveal itself." In the glow of the campfire, the Butcher's face looked even more ferocious. "No madness, no life. The Overlord Body is stronger than the Spirit Body, so Overlord Body primal energy must also be stronger than Spirit Body primal energy. It is just that the conditions for bringing it out are bound to be harsher, so you must reach the limit before its power can be forced out!" The Lame Elder nodded. "Shen-er's iron shoes must be thickened, and more iron weights tied on, to force him to run faster!" The Blind Elder tapped his bamboo staff and said, "His training before was too easy. From now on it must be doubled before his potential can be forced out." Grandpa Huo said, "Right. To force out his potential, we must redouble our efforts too." The Silent Smith gestured and went "ah, ah," saying something. Shen Mu was deeply moved, yet at the same time felt a hint of unease. It truly moved him that the village grandpas and grannies were so enthusiastic about his affairs, but why did every sentence have to carry those two words, "force out"? The Alchemist narrowed his eyes and joined the discussion. "Build him up! Keep building him up! Build him up until his primal energy is tenacious enough to exert its power! My desolate wastes are full of rare beasts and exotic plants. I can brew spirit elixirs and wondrous medicines, and my herb garden outside the village has every kind of spiritual herb to be found! It will be enough to build him up until a pinch on his skin squeezes out spiritual fluid!" "Alchemist, you are really putting your whole fortune on the line now!" everyone laughed and said.