Ace Of Terrans



Shi Lang was dazed when he saw the details of the sword arts imparted to him by Shadow Blade. The variety was so much that the Terran was shocked. There were saber skills, and then there were skills that could be used with a spear. The essence of all these skills was related to Sword. 

Shi Lang understood why the Phantom must forbid him from using his name outside. These skills were so great that the world would come after him. Also, Shadow Blade was an Immortal God, someone even higher than the Immortal Sovereigns in the world. 

The Terran began to focus on comprehending every sword skill first. The rest he would look after slowly. In his mind, he was curious to ask the phantom about the details of his demise but did not have the guts. 

He lost himself in the comprehension, and the time began to pass quickly. He did not know how many days it had been before he woke up. He found that the phantom of Shadow Blade was still standing beside him. 

The young man asked, "Teacher, how many days has it been?" 

Shadow Blade smiled and said, "It has been fifteen days. Why do you ask?" 

Shi Lang nodded and said, "This realm will close soon. I wonder if there are any more fated encounters." 

Shadow Blade nodded faintly, saying, "Indeed, one should not stop looking for opportunities." 

Shi Lang stood up from the ground and said, "Teacher, may I ask you something?" 

Shadow Blade sighed and said, "You wish to ask me about the circumstances?" 

The Terran nodded, and the phantom said, "What would be your reaction if I told you that I was living amidst the demons?"

Shi Lang was shocked and took a few seconds to register the statement and asked, "Can you tell me what you mean by this?" 

Shadow Blade nodded and said, "I was sixteen years old when demonic cultivators raided the village I used to live in. They found that I had a talent for cultivation and forced me to walk the path of demonic cultivators. I had no other option, but I never harmed any innocent person. 

Demonic Cultivators would always fight among themselves, and I would always thrive using that. I comprehended one of the most difficult sutra, the thousand shadow sutra. I was raised to the level where they were scared of me. So, the weak people knew that they could not control me. 

At that time, I fell in love with a spirit cultivator. I was forced to battle her once but could not bear to kill her. I let her go, and the people found out about this, and they expressed objection. However, they were not strong enough to fight me. They conspired and lured me to this battlefield. 

After a bitter struggle, I was defeated, and to stop these people from getting my treasures, we made this palace and sealed the strands of our consciousnesses inside.' 

Shi Lang asked, "Are the other seniors also like you?" 

Shadow Blade shook his head and said, "On the path of cultivation, I met many people and made many friends. They accepted me for what I was, unlike others who saw me for my exterior. These people stood at my side, a demonic cultivator. Thus, they became enemies of everyone, and they were hunted. This palace became our resting place." 

Shi Lang nodded and sighed as he remarked, "Superficial aspects of humanity always entangle the people in the world. If only they could look at the truth, they might be able to make a better world." 

Shadow Blade sighed and said, "Palace master, it is time that I bid you farewell." 

Shi Lang was surprised by this abrupt action, and the phantom said, "Do not be so surprised. The purpose of the spirit consciousness was to pass on my skills. I cannot and will not pass you the demonic sutra." 

The young man nodded. He understood that it was not suitable for him even to know such a thing. Shi Lang was very sorted and would not even look at the technique. 

The phantom before him gradually got shallow as he was thinking about it. He bowed to the phantom when he sensed many phantoms condensing from the spirit energy. 

One of the phantom sighed and said, "Old Shadow, you are a lucky bastard." 

Shadow Blade chuckled and said, "Well, you all will find someone suitable to carry your mantle. However, do not make any mistakes. If your skills fell in the hands of a shallow-minded person, the youth will suffer." 

Shi Lang looked around, and he did not know what to say. Shadow Blade sighed and said, "Xiao Lang, may you be the beacon of a new dawn." 

The young man sighed and bowed again as the Phantom vanished gradually. He stood up in his place, then looked around at the phantoms. The group of people looked at him, and one of them said, "Palace master, may you grow strong." 

Shi Lang bowed to the people and said, "Thank you, Seniors." 

The phantoms nodded to him, and then they vanished. The terran looked at the palace core, waved his hand, and appeared out of the palace. The young man controlled the palace and placed it inside his ear. He would know if Yun Xue or Bo Qingtan wanted to come out. 

His consciousness was now connected with the palace, and he was aware of whatever happened in the monument. Shi Lang also bought out the Thunder Tiger and said, "Lei Hu, you know where we can find treasures on this battlefield, right?" 

Lei Hu was the king of tigers and had been in this place for a long time, so he was naturally aware of it. The tiger nodded and then looked in a certain direction. Shi Lang hopped onto its back and said, "I am slower than you, so please bear with it. I will give you the proper share if we find something good." 

The thunder tiger was an Immortal Lord-level beast stronger and faster than Shi Lang. When the Terran jumped onto its back, the beast was offended, but when Shi Lang offered him a share in the treasure, the anger subsided. 

The beast rushed forward and vanished from the spot. Shi Lang did not bother about anything and closed his eyes to dwell on the sword techniques. Earlier, he found that the skills had three ranks, human level, earth level, and heaven level. He had finished comprehending the human-level sword skills and now focused on the earth-level skills. 

He was systematic and did not try to bite more than he could chew. After a few hours, he sensed Lei Hu stop. He slowly opened his eyes and found a few people gazing at him. Shi Lang could tell from their facial expressions that they were not friendly. 

He got off the Thunder Tiger and asked, "Fellow Daoists, may I ask why you are blocking our path?" 

One of the people said, "The Sacred Sword Sect occupies this place. You cannot enter." 

Shi Lang sighed and said, "You are also an Immortal General Level cultivator right? What right do you have to block the path like this?" 

The young man was stunned, and then he laughed. He said mockingly, "Have you never heard the name of the Sacred Sword Sect?" 

Shi Lang shook his head and said, "I have lived most of my life in seclusion. I do not know anything about your sect. However, from your confidence, are you a member of a heaven-level sect in the central plains?" 

The young man's cocky expression faltered, and he looked at the other people beside him. The few people exchanged gazes, and one of them said, "We are an allied group of Earth Grade sects of the Central Plains. Now do you think we are enough?" 

Shi Lang smiled faintly and said, "Okay, that is how it is. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ace, and I am also from the central plains. As for my sect, you are not yet qualified to know. This spiritual beast behind me is Lei Hu." 

He gazed at Lei Hu, who followed with his thoughts and let out a roar. The roar of the Thunder Tiger was controlled, yet still, it made their organs shiver, and a couple of people could not help but spit out some blood trickles. 

They were shocked at this turnaround because Shi Lang was sitting on the back of this beast just now. This tiger was at the peak of Immortal Lord level. They could not face such a beast even if they attacked simultaneously. They gaze at Shi Lang, who is still smiling at them faintly. 

They could not help but doubt the identity of this young man. He was calm even when facing them; the big thing was that this spirit beast of an Immortal Lord level was his mount. This showed that he had a rich and strong background. How could they face him? What if he retaliated when they left the realm? 

At this moment, a calm voice sounded from behind the group of people, "I wonder if the fellow Daoist can prove his identity."