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Seeing this, Master Wang quickly stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword in the stone, and helped Modu move the sword away.

"call--"

Modu's hands were finally freed.

He pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, scrambled to his feet, and tucked his hands tightly behind his back.

It hurts!

It hurts so much!

Modu felt his ten fingers throbbing.

His face turned bright red, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look like an angry bull.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Jie looked at Mo Du's disheveled appearance with a puzzled expression.

Modu gritted his teeth, too pained to utter a single word.

I have a bitter pill to swallow!

He couldn't possibly admit to the newcomers that he couldn't even lift a sword, could he?

"So... Senior Brother, what do you think of my sword?"

Lin Jie pointed to the sword in the stone that Master Wang had placed on the ground and humbly asked for guidance.

Modu's lips twitched violently, and he managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "It's...it's alright."

It's more than just okay.

How could such an ancient sacred object, existing only in legends, not work?!

If Mordo had previously harbored even a sliver of doubt, thinking it was merely a high-quality replica...

Now, he was completely convinced.

The kingly aura and terrifying weight emanating from this sword are absolutely genuine!

Without the sword's approval, you're not even qualified to touch it!

Modu took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his hands, and without even saying goodbye, said, "I...I have urgent business to attend to, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Modu turned and left, slipping away faster than a rabbit.

He needs to find a place to treat his hands right away, otherwise they might be completely ruined!

Seeing this, Master Wang quickly said to Lin Jie, "Lin Jie, you can practice here by yourself this afternoon. I also have some urgent business to attend to."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Wang also ran off.

In the large, quiet room, only Lin Jie remained.

"Why is everyone acting like their eyebrows are on fire?" Lin Jie scratched his head, looking puzzled.

He recalled the bizarre scene of Modu kneeling down to test the weight of the sword, and something felt off.

"Kneeling to measure weight? That's ridiculous!" Lin Jie muttered, bending down to grasp the hilt of the sword in the stone with one hand and easily lifting it. "It's not heavy at all, and it's quite easy to handle."

Lin Jie weighed the sword in his hand, completely baffled as to what was wrong with these two big shots.

"Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it and get back to figuring out spatial magic."

Lin Jie casually tossed the sword aside, sat down cross-legged again, and closed his eyes.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Temple of the Ancient One.

Mordo ran wildly until he entered the temple, where he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He pulled his hands out from behind his back, shaking them violently while jumping up and down in pain, yelling, "Ouch! Ouch—it hurts so much!"

Master Wang rushed in after him, and seeing Mo Du's miserable state, he sighed helplessly: "Senior Brother, I told you long ago that it was the real thing, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you've suffered the consequences, haven't you?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know that an apprentice like him could actually forge a sword from the stone by hand!" Mordo roared in exasperation.

If he had known it was the real thing, he would never have touched it! Now look what he's done, he's utterly humiliated.

"Alright, alright, let me heal your injuries first." Master Wang stepped forward and reached out to grab Modu's hand.

Modu shrank back somewhat awkwardly, hiding his hands tightly behind his back.

"Senior Brother, why are you hiding? Your injured hand will be ruined if you don't treat it!" Master Wang frowned.

Modu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I can treat you, but you have to promise me you won't laugh later!"

Master Wang was filled with questions.

What's so funny about treating an injury?

This senior brother is usually a very manly person, so why is he acting all coy and shy like a little wife right now?

"Okay, I won't laugh. Take it out quickly," Master Wang assured him.

Modu reluctantly extended his hands.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked; once he did, Master Wang was immediately overwhelmed.

"Pfft—Hahaha!"

Master Wang burst out laughing, laughing so hard he was doubled over and tears streamed down his face.

Modu's hands were now swollen like two steamed buns, red and shiny, looking exactly like two braised pig's trotters!

"Your Majesty! You promised you wouldn't laugh!" Mordo was furious and embarrassed, his face turning redder than a pig's trotter.

"Hahahaha... I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I just couldn't help it... Your hands look too much like pig's trotters!" Master Wang laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

Mo Du was furious, gritting his teeth as he roared, "Have you laughed enough?! If you've laughed enough, then get on with the treatment!"

Master Wang forced himself to suppress his laughter, rubbed his aching stomach, and quickly cast a healing spell.

Looking at his swollen hands, Mo Du felt a mixture of hatred and jealousy towards Lin Jie. He snapped at him, "It's all your fault! What a lame excuse you made up—kneeling to test the sword's weight! How could you even think of that!"

God knows how devastated Mordo was when he heard those words.

What's most infuriating is that Lin Jie actually believed it and made him continue kneeling to get tested!

"Let me tell you, Lao Wang, if I hadn't gotten out of there quickly, these hands would really be gone," Mo Du said, still shaken.

While helping him improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis, Master Wang suppressed a laugh and comforted him, "Senior Brother, I was just trying to help you out of a predicament."

"Break the situation? That's called murder for money!" Mordo sneered.

After half a day of treatment, the redness and swelling on Modu's hand finally subsided a bit, and the pain was also reduced considerably.

He took a deep breath, his expression turning extremely serious: "We must immediately report to the Supreme Mage that Lin Jie created the Sword in the Stone!"

This is no small matter and must be decided by Master Gu Yi.

Master Wang looked troubled: "But Senior Brother, Master went on a pilgrimage last night, and we don't know when he will return."

Modu slapped his forehead, then remembered.

"That brat, how come he always gets into huge trouble when Master isn't home!"

Mordo scratched his head in frustration. "So, do you think Lin Jie himself knew it was the Sword in the Stone?"

Master Wang shook his head: "Judging from his casual manner, he probably thought it was just an ordinary heavy sword."

Modu roared inwardly: What a waste! Using the Ten Holy Swords as ordinary weapons?

"Since he doesn't know, then don't tell him yet." Mordo pondered for a moment and decisively ordered, "This sword is too terrifying in power. We absolutely cannot let him take it out and use it casually. If it gets out of control, the entire Kamar-Taj will be doomed."

Master Wang nodded in deep agreement.

With Lin Jie's monstrous magical reserves, if he were to wield the Sword in the Stone, a casual wave of his hand would probably crack the Earth apart.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I'll go talk to him right away and let him practice with a different magic weapon," Master Wang assured him.

"Oh, and I have some bad news for you." Mordo shook his still numb hands and said with a pained expression, "I can't use magic with these hands for the next couple of days. You'll have to cover for the apprentice mage training this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Master Wang's face turned green.

Teaching Lin Jie a living ancestor was already enough to shorten his lifespan, and now he also has to teach those trainee mages?

Don't forget, Thor, the muscle-bound god of Asgard, is also in the ranks of apprentice mages!

A freakish genius, a volatile god.

Master Wang felt that his future was bleak.

……

Resigned to his fate, Master Wang dragged his heavy steps back to the quiet room of the fighting arena.

Pushing open the door, Lin Jie was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed, clearly having entered a deep meditation.

Master Wang scanned the room and, not seeing the deadly sword in the stone, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He tiptoed to sit opposite Lin Jie, afraid of disturbing the boy's sudden enlightenment.

Just then, Lin Jie suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Master Wang, and respectfully bowed.

Master Wang forced himself to remain calm, trying to make his voice sound casual: "Did I disturb you?"