"You’re not planning on returning to the Zhenwu Sect?" Su Manman asked while eating.
"No, I won’t go back," Shi Hao said with a smile, "Anyway, I was never really an official disciple there."
That was true. From beginning to end, Shi Hao had only been acknowledged as a Follower, and Followers were indeed not considered disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, at most they were just somewhat related.
As for connections with the Alchemy Dao, well, that was actually related to the path of the Pill Master. It was just that Shi Hao had used the Zhenwu Sect’s Hall of Elixirs to certify his Pill Master level.
Therefore, leaving the Zhenwu Sect, all Shi Hao needed was Cao Feiyan’s consent, and obviously, she had no ground to object.
From start to finish, Shi Hao had just been a passerby to the Zhenwu Sect.
After finishing their meal, the two rested for a bit while the big yellow dog obediently stood at the entrance on lookout, scared witless by Su Manman. It didn’t dare to slack off at all.
One night passed, and the two continued on their way.
"Where to?" Su Manman asked.
"Purple Star Sect," Shi Hao replied, "to find someone."
"Oh," Su Manman nodded, but after a while, she asked nonchalantly, "A man or a woman?"
"A woman," Shi Hao answered.
Suddenly, a murderous look appeared in Su Manman’s eyes.
Why did potential rivals spring up as inexhaustibly as weeds in the wind? It was all because this guy was too good-looking.
What’s the point of being so attractive? And why doesn’t he learn from her, to cover up his good looks, instead of attracting trouble everywhere? Really troublesome.
Instantly, she was full of combat power. If she couldn’t beat the mistress, how could she demonstrate the majesty of the East Palace Empress?
The big yellow dog glanced at her and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for those "vixens." The master looked gentle, but she was ruthless. It was the stuff of nightmares.
Shi Hao hadn’t noticed anything amiss, though he suddenly felt that the atmosphere had become somewhat strange.
Heading towards the Purple Star Sect, the Eastern Fire Continent was long and narrow, stretching longer from north to south and shorter from east to west. The Zhenwu Sect was located in the southern part of the Eastern Fire Continent, while the Purple Star Sect was situated in the central region, where the climate was neither too cold nor too hot, very livable.
However, as Shi Hao and his companion traveled northward, the temperature gradually decreased. Fortunately, as Martial Artists, they had a strong adaptability to temperature changes, so such minor variations naturally didn’t bother them.
After several days, they arrived at Falling Blade Gorge.
It was originally a mountain, but it had been cleaved in the middle, even causing a large river to change its course and rush out from the gorge, altering its original direction.
The gorge was neat and tidy, as if it had been cut with a single slice.
And indeed, it was just so.
In bygone years, the Sword Emperor passed by this place, found the Cang River’s raging floods were constantly harming the people along its banks, and thus, he acted, cleaving the great mountain in half. This changed the river’s course, preventing it from causing further harm to the people downstream.
Ever since then, this place became a Sacred Land for the Swordsmen.
Because even though more than a hundred years had passed, the gorge still retained the supreme Saber Intent of the Sword Emperor. If one could comprehend even a bit of it, it would greatly enhance their own Sword Technique.
Shi Hao was quite interested too. Of all weapons, his favorite to use was the saber.
Although Yuan Chengmie was a Sky Ladder-level Almighty, he had studied too broadly, proficient in saber arts and swordsmanship, and his skills in fists and palms were also quite formidable. However, precisely because of this, he didn’t specialize in any particular area.
To him, this was no problem at all since he was already an Almighty at the Sky Ladder level, and there were only a few opponents in the world who could match him.
But one should know that the Sword Emperor was also an Almighty of the Sky Ladder level, and he specialized in swordsmanship; therefore, his swordsmanship was certainly above Yuan Chengmie’s.
Thus, comprehending the Sword Emperor’s saber art would definitely be helpful for Shi Hao.
He hadn’t come here specifically for this, but since he was passing by, he didn’t mind taking a look.
Shi Hao walked along the mountain top of the canyon, proceeding slowly and contemplating the saber intent of this Sword Emperor.
This Sword Emperor’s surname was Feng, and his given name had long been forgotten. However, because he was so powerful, capable of slaying all his enemies with a single strike, he was known as Feng Yidao.
Nevertheless, even with Shi Hao’s physique, he could not approach the edge of the gorge.
The closer he got to the edge, the more terrifying the Saber Intent became, capable of lacerating his skin raw.
This left Shi Hao astounded.
If this strike had been made recently, its formidable power could be understood, but after more than a hundred years had passed, the fact that the aura remained so domineering indicated how fearsome was this Sword Emperor?
As he walked, Shi Hao suddenly came to a halt.
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At this moment, many people were sitting on the ground in the pavilion, while someone stood in the middle, speaking eloquently.
Each person had a saber at their waist or placed it beside them, undoubtedly declaring their identities as swordsmen.
Shi Hao walked over. He was quite interested and wanted to hear what they were discussing, as understanding through analogy might yield some insights.
In this regard, Shi Hao was never arrogant.
"Not carrying a saber, yet you dare to come here?"
"Kid, you’re not a swordsman, so why come over here?"
Many of the people immediately jumped up, questioning Shi Hao.
As for Su Manman, she was splendidly ignored, as her appearance was too ordinary and unremarkable at the moment.
Shi Hao smiled lightly, "Can one not come here without a saber?"
"Nonsense, this is the Sacred Land left by the Sword Emperor, a blessed place for us cultivators of the saber. Coming here without a saber, isn’t that an insult to the Sword Emperor?" a young man in blue clothes spoke to Shi Hao with a look of disdain on his face.
"Young Master Liu speaks well!"
"Indeed, this is the Sacred Land left for us by the Sword Emperor. One must approach with the most devout heart!"
"Daring to come here without even a saber?"
The crowd echoed the sentiment, their gaze toward Shi Hao becoming even more exclusionary.
If Shi Hao were to take out the Ninefold Mountain at this moment, he could certainly defuse the situation. But why should he? Was this place theirs alone, that he had to compromise simply because they objected?
Shi Hao shook his head, "Heh, how superficial!"
"How audacious!" The people all shouted in rebuke, their faces showing anger.
The young man in blue seemed to have considerable prestige. With a press of his hand, the crowd around him quieted down.
"You call us superficial, then provide your reasoning," the young man in blue said formally.
This person’s surname was Liu, named Liu Yulong. Although young, he had already made quite a name for himself, hence he was highly regarded by the crowd.
"Indeed, on what basis do you say we’re superficial!"
"Unless you can give us a reason to convince us, we will not let you off."
"Talking nonsense comes with a price!"
The crowd was very angry, pointing fingers at Shi Hao.