Supreme Emperor of Swords

A few words made Lu Qi feel grateful.

The Flowing Eastward Widely spread out his palm and a pale green cat’s-eye-sized pill appeared.

That pill was transparent and crystal clear. A cluster of green dense light was moving on its surface, and it was beautiful and dreamy, emitting a burst of refreshing fragrance. The Flowing Eastward Widely said with a smile, “This Pill of Qi-restoring and Rejuvenating that I got by chance is very effective in healing internal and mental injuries. Younger Brother Lu, don’t decline and take it.”

“How could I dare take it?” Lu Qi felt surprised and greatly moved.

The Pill of Qi-restoring and Rejuvenating was a pill to heal injuries at the fifth rank and it was extremely valuable. One pill was worth ten thousand gold. The pill was valuable but not marketable. Only the people with higher contribution points to the Sect could exchange for it. Even Lu Qi, as the successor disciple of the third generation, had been reluctant to exchange for the Pill of Qi-restoring and Rejuvenating with higher contribution points to the Sect to heal his injury.

Unexpectedly, the Flowing Eastward Widely gave Lu Qi a pill casually and Lu Qi had a sudden a surge of warmth in his heart.

Even Yin Yifei beside him could not help showing an envious look.

“We are brothers of the same Sect and have been working for the Young Master. It’s just a pill, don’t mention it,” the Flowing Eastward Widely’s smile always made people feel that a spring breeze was blowing. Then he emitted a huge invisible force to deliver the Pill of Qi-restoring and Rejuvenating, and it fell in Lu Qi’s hand.

“Thank you very much, Senior Brother. I, Lu Qi, will try my very best to serve both the Young Master and Senior Brother.” Lu Qi was thankful. Half kneeling on the ground, he vowed allegiance aloud.

The Flowing Eastward Widely smiled faintly and then changed the topic. He said, “As for the matter concerning Ding Hao, the Young Master decided to ask about it personally. It’s been many years since such a bad killing incident occurred in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. What’s even sadder is that some people at the higher levels of the Sect spoke on Ding Hao’s behalf. The Young Master decided to rectify the Sect’s rules. This is a good opportunity. Two days later, the elders of the Sect will get together. The Young Master will present what happened that day in person. At that time, just tell it as it happened. Don’t exaggerate and don’t compromise out of consideration for the general interest.”

Hearing those words, Lu Qi rejoiced and said, “Senior Brother, rest assured. I, Lu Qi, understood what the Young Master means.”

“That’s great,” the Flowing Eastward Widely nodded and said, “Half a year has passed and 20 bloodline disciples have almost finished their ceremonies, training and stirring up their own bloodline forces completely. How about the matter that the Young Master ordered you to do?”

“That’s what we want to report to Senior Brother. Out of 20 bloodline disciples, we have roped in seven, including Yuan Tiangang, the third in rank,” Yin Yifei rushed to answer.

“Good, well done,” the Flowing Eastward Widely nodded. “However, the candidates that the Young Master values the most are Feng Ning and Xie Jieyu. These two talents are the true geniuses in this group of bloody disciples. Have you made any progress in it?”

Yin Yifei wiped cold sweat from his forehead and said while filled with shame, “Feng Ning is arrogant and indulgent, and he has refused our enthusiasm several times. Xie Jieyu has always ignored us. It is rumored that this girl and Ding Hao used to be lovers. It is estimated that it is for this reason that it is difficult to rope her in.”

“Ding Hao again?” The Flowing Eastward Widely frowned and nodded thoughtfully. “So what the Young Master was worried about was right. This guy is indeed a troublesome root and should be disposed of as soon as possible.”

…

The light in the stone room was a little dim.

When Ding Hao pushed the door and went in, he smelled the pungent herbs at first. The whole courtyard was full of a blue-green aura. The house was simply furnished and decorated.

A burly figure wrapped around with bandages like a mummy was waving a heavy sword, practicing repetitive slashing movements. His sweat and blood soaked the bandage, trickling on the slate floor.

Ding Hao felt stunned and snorted softly.

“Bad boy, you’ve have already come here, why do you snort? Do you think that I fail to distinguish people as they come close to me within fifty meters when I am this seriously injured?” the mummy-like figure turned around and revealed a rough face covered with whiskers.

It was the “Cynical Man” Wang Juefeng.

“Mr. Teacher-in-charge,” Ding Hao said with a forced smile.

Before meeting Wang Juefeng, Ding Hao had imagined many meeting images.

He thought that he would see the Cynical Man lying in bed, unable to move and coughing up blood because of his serious injuries. Unexpectedly, the whiskered man who liked to spur people’s hatred could wave a heavy sword, of over 250kg and still look vigorous and lively, being extremely strong.

For a time, Ding Hao did not know how to speak, since he had been prepared to comfort Wang Juefeng…

“Hahaha, fortunately, your conscience was not all eaten by dogs, even deciding to come and see me.” Wang Juefeng threw away his heavy sword and it crashed on the ground with a loud cling-clang, smashing five stone bricks. He pointed at the stone stool beside him, hinting him to sit down. He walked quickly to a black iron pot at the center of the courtyard and used a gourd ladle to scoop up a large serving of green potion and drunk it in large mouthfuls.

Ding Hao touched his nose.

From his developed habits and the experience gained by learning the way of elixirs and spiritual herbs from the Saber Master, Ding Hao had been able to identify the ingredients of the green potion through its smell. The potion was composed of twenty-seven herbs and they were all effective medicines to heal internal and external injuries.

However the boiling method used by the Cynical Man was really primitive since most of the herbal essences had evaporated and dissipated.

“Boy, I heard that you have caused a terrible disaster as soon as you returned. So are you coming here to escape the disaster?” The Cynical Man laughed and untied his bandages around his body circle by circle.

Ding Hao suddenly felt stunned.

Under the bandage, the body with shocking injuries was exposed. In the Cynical Man’s body, there was hardly any whole skin. All the white ribs on his right side were exposed. It could even been seen through the ribs that the organs was pulsating faintly. He looked like a bad egg who had been split in half but he had not died and his injuries were horrible and frightening.

Under Ding Hao’s gaze, Wang Juefeng still used the ladle to scoop up the green liquid in the iron pot, pouring it on his body like a shower.

The boiling liquid was sprinkling on the mangled body and it made dazzling noise with the white steam that suddenly appeared, like cooking meat in a hot pot so that the flavor of the half-done meat was spreading in the courtyard.

It could be imagined how much pain the Cynical Man felt, but his expression was still calm, and he even teased Wang Hao happily, as if nothing had happened to him.

It was an extremely brutal treatment.

Such a treatment was working well for the cynical man, but for any other person, they might feel faint with the pain.

So it was obvious that in the fight against Mu Tianyang, the Child Prodigy, the cynical was seriously wounded. With his realm at the great grand-master level, he could not rely on his own strong Qi cultivation to heal his wounds, so that he had to make use of external power and herbal medicines to achieve that purpose.