Because of the combined memories, Ding Hao smoothly adapted to this body and everything about it.
“Rest assured, I will help you... No, I will help us get our younger sister back.”
Ding Hao clenched his fist and made an oath in his heart.
After saying so, the sadness and memories of his sister dispersed lowly, along with the last stroke of the sense of this body’s previous owner.
From now on, there was only one Ding Hao who time-traveled to this world.
Ding Hao made a quick dinner and filled his stomach before making his plans.
He had to be stronger to find his sister, Ding Ke’er.
In this world, it was hopeless to be a rogue cultivator. One had to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to practice magic skills and martial arts systematically with the assist of the sect’s valuable resource and experience. He had to pass the test first to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and the top priority now was to make the physical strength of this body stronger because this body was too feeble.
Therefore, he needed to go to a very dangerous place.
In there could he collect an extremely precious herb.
He found some tightropes and rolled up some sheets into ropes. He then tied them together into a rope which he thought was long enough. Ding Hao nodded, coiled the rope on his left shoulder, placed that rusted iron sword on his back, opened the door, and strode out.
...
It was late at night.
The curved moon and numerous stars in the sky poured a piece of silver gauze to the ground. This was the cold beauty of lonesomeness.
Ding Hao found his bearing and rushed toward the edge of the garbage cliff.
In the blink of an eye, the towering stone forest and the foul-air suffused cliff gradually came to his sight under the hazy moonlight.
There were only 15 days left until the entrance test of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
For Ding Hao, every minute mattered.
He had to increase his strength as soon as possible.
However, there was just someone came to bother him at this point.
“Ayo, isn’t this the Ding Hao who has the reputation of ‘Pig of Swordsmanship-seeking’? What’s the rush? Are you going to dig some pig food in that dump of garbage again?”
A harsh voice of sarcasm sounded.
Under the hazy moonlight, four or five 13-year-old teenagers walked out of the tilted stone forest with looks of bad intent and stopped in Ding Hao’s way.
The previous Ding Hao used to do stupid things because he was too stupid and stubborn. Some bullies gave him the nickname “Pig of Swordsmanship-seeking”, meaning that Ding Hao was the most stupid person on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain.
Normally, this group of teenagers loafed around and looked for troubles in the slum. They usually made fun by bullying Ding Hao.
Especially the leader, a dark-skinned burly teenager.
His name was Zhao Xingcheng. He was 13 years old and came from this slum.
Unlike Ding Hao, Zhao Xingcheng’s parents were alive, so he did not need to earn a living by working on duty. His talent for martial arts was also pretty good. He almost passed the entrance test of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He had practiced hard for a year and was promising to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect judging from his basics.
Moreover, it’s said that he luckily made acquaintance with a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and got a cultivation method. He made a progress by practicing this method and became even more domineering. At such a young age, he was ruthless and acted atrociously in the slum of the mountain back, looking for troubles. Nobody dared to offend him.
In the past, Ding Hao would definitely circumvent them far away upon seeing them. If he was not able to avoid them, he had to suck it up, stop in front of them and behave well. He dared not to fight back if they cursed or beat him.
However, at this point, it was not the same soul in the same body.
Ding Hao directly ignored them and didn’t even look at them.
He speeded up and ran madly, bypassing the five people and continued rushing to the garbage cliff.
Zhao Xingcheng was stunned as his face changed and a sense of maliciousness flashed by.
He took himself as the leader of the teenagers in the slums and was used to be treated like a king. But he had never expected this idiot, who was usually so scared upon seeing him that even could not speak clearly, could act so bold today. That idiot did not kneel in front him and even directly ignored him. This was really unforgivable.
Zhao Xingcheng winked.
Two teenagers beside him smiled wickedly and rushed forth, pulling Ding Hao from behind.
One of them, a dark burly teenager, kicked at Ding Hao’s leg from behind, bending Ding Hao’s leg.
“Fu*k off!”
Ding Hao turned cold, steadied his feet, and swayed his shoulder.
This was “Cloud-stirring”, a body move from the basic swordsmanship.
Ding Hao almost played this move subconsciously.
“Ouch!”
“Gosh...”
The expected scene of kicking Ding Hao and making him rolling on the ground like a rolling bottle gourd did not happen. The two teenagers, whose physiques were much stronger than Ding Hao’s, gave off two horrible shrieks. Before they could figure out what happened, they felt a huge power hit them, making their arms pain as they fell on the ground like a rolling bottle gourd.
Especially the teenager who kicked Ding Hao, he fell miserably, lying on the ground like a dead pig and could not get up.
This unexpected scene made everyone dumbfounded.
“You little bastard, are you nuts? How dare you beat my men?” After a slight moment of being in shock, Zhao Xingcheng felt embarrassed and snarled madly.
He looked sullen as his feet suddenly trampled on the ground. With a wind whistle, he dashed forth like a cheetah as he backhandedly drew out his longsword in his waist. He then shook the sword as the sword turned into a cold radiance, thrusting to Ding Hao’s arm.
This move was called Viper’s Tongue, which he learned from his new acquaintance, a disciple from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.
This move was extremely vicious. The longsword was extraordinarily ruthless and looked like the toxic liquid that spurted out from a viper. Once moving out, the sword would never stop moving.
Zhao Xingcheng decided to leave a blood hole on Ding Hao’s body no matter what to give vent to his anger.
Ding Hao was just an orphan left unattended anyway. He deserved to die.
Just because of a minor disagreement, Zhao Xingcheng attacked in a lethal way. He was truly ruthless.
While seeing Zhao Xingcheng move, the other teenagers cheered loudly.
Zhao Xingcheng’s move was indeed something because it made the audiences chill from within.
The crowd had already been imagining Ding Hao rolling on the ground and begging for mercy...
However—
“Clash! Clash! Clash!”
Ding Hao did not turn around, and three streaks of red radiance burst out from his hand. Subsequently, the sounds of clashing swords were heard.
Zhao Xingcheng didn’t even know what was happening. He felt dizzy, and his palm heated as the sword hilt shook violently, making his fingers ache. Then, he could no longer hold his sword as he lost control of it and let it fall to the ground.
In the next second, a rusted iron sword was placed against Zhao Xingcheng’s throat.
The cold touch from the sword was like a touch from God of Death, held on his heart, making him sweat like having a nightmare.
Ding Hao held the hilt of the rusted sword.
“If you piss me off again, I’ll kill you,” said Ding Hao, one word after another.