Supreme Emperor of Swords

Ding Hao and his men were low-status disciples in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Naturally, they could not get precious Dark Stones.

While they were talking, the shopkeeper came near and smiled. “I’ve promised brother Ding that all the goods are 30% discount off, which is a total of 1,225 kg gold. Ignore the 25 kg gold, how about 1,200 kg gold?”

“Whoa! Senior brother Ding, that’s amazing! I’ve been here several times and have never enjoyed any discount.” Wang Xiaoqi was very surprised.

Zhang Fan’s idolatry for Ding Hao had gone deep into the bone, and he did not feel that was strange.

Ding Hao paid the golden tickets for his two roommates.

After all, when his two roommates were betting, he did not do anything, but he earned the most. At this time, he should pay for them. He mainly wanted to help Zhang Fan, the son of a hunter. Zhang Fan’s talent was not good. It was destined that his path of cultivation would be extremely hard and cost a lot of money. As for Wang Xiaoqi, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, money was just a symbol for him.

“Three younger brothers, if you need any weapons and equipment in the future, you can come to Cauldron-forging Hall. Yingying will receive you for me, and all the goods were 30% discount for you.” When they left, Gui Qulai, the shopkeeper of the shop, said to them generously.

“Well, if you insist. Thank you very much!”

The three left the market.

…

In the evening, there was a course about how to plant spiritual grass in the Eastern Academy of green shirts.

The teacher who was in charge of the course was an iceberg-like inner beauty senior sister. She was famous for beauty and apathy. She wore a blue skirt and was as beautiful as Li Yiruo, the pepper. The blue skirt gave her a bit of mature elder sister’s temperament. All the male disciples were aroused by her and no one was absent.

Ding Hao and his two roommates also attended the class.

The name of the Iceberg Beauty elder sister was Ximen Qianxue. She was really as serious and cold as snow as she did not smile often.

It was said that Ximen Qianxue was just promoted to be an inner disciple this year. She was a genius in medicine and herbs, so she was favored by the Sect. Several elders with advanced skills on purifying Spiritual Herb and refining elixir were all eager to accept her as a disciple.

Therefore, she got the job of teaching the basic course to the registered disciples this time, and then she could get the contributing points from the sect.

During the class, she taught them some information about some herbs, the classification, the importance of the spiritual grass, and how to refine Spiritual Herb.

These contents were explained in general terms, and there was nothing detailed.

Ding Hao listened and yawned. He had no interest in this aspect at all. It was like he was attending a chemistry class of a senior high school in his previous life. The professional terms and the numerous herbal names made him dizzy.

However, the hunter’s son and Wang Xiaoqi were listening with relish and looked very serious.

Zhang Fan should be seizing every opportunity to learn all kinds of knowledge that could strengthen him. As for Wang Xiaoqi… Judging from this guy’s performance of lasciviously staring at the waist and chest of senior sister Ximen Qianxue, he should be trying to strengthen himself in some kind of fantasy.

The class was over soon.

At the end of the class, the Senior Sister took out a large pile of blue cloth bags from somewhere and ordered coldly. “Here are the seeds of Blood Coagulation Grass, Level Nine spiritual grass. Each one will receive a bag and you should cultivate them according to the method I mentioned earlier. I will see your results in half a month. The class is over!”

After saying that, she just left at once, like a fairy. She did not want to stay there for a moment any longer.

Ding Hao was stunned.

“What is this? Homework?”

However, what kind of cultivation method did the elder sister tell us before?

Ding Hao suddenly felt that he had to pay the price for being distracted in class.

Soon, Zhang Fan had returned with Ding Hao’s and Wang Xiaoqi’s Blood Coagulation Grasses.

“I must listen carefully in future classes. If you have an elder sister teacher who likes to assign homework, you have to listen carefully.” Ding Hao shook his head helplessly.

Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had a system on training its disciples, which was not inferior to the huge multifarious education system on Earth. But that was normal. After all, the Qi civilization in this cold weapon world had been multiplying for tens of thousands of years.

…

After dinner, Ding Hao spent some time explaining and solving various cultivation problems and sharing his cultivation experiences for many disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts in the dining room.

After that, the moon already hung high in the sky, and the moonlight had covered the earth.

Ding Hao took out the three magic skill books from the wooden boxes.

When he was in the pagoda library, he just scanned them and could not study them carefully. At this time, Ding Hao lit the oil lamp, prepared paper and ink, and began to copy them word by word. The original books had to be returned one day after they were borrowed. If not, he would have to pay contribution points for the extra time. The loss outweighed the gain.

Word by word, Ding Hao copied them carefully.

Smoke Billow Blurry Technique, Ice and Fire Nine Turns Golden Body, and Dragon King’s Water-Splitting Style were all Human Rank Highest Grade magic skills. Naturally, the contents were much more profound. During the pamphlets, there were not only annotations but also some vivid illustrations. There were even some detailed comments about the cultivation experience of the masters who had gained from practicing the three magic skills.

They were just like the textbook training guide.

However, even so, it was not suitable for everyone to practice.

Any magic skill, especially those in the ranks, had qualification requirements for cultivators. That was why Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was so strict in selecting disciples.

Ding Hao was thinking while copying. It took him a whole night to copy all the three manuals.

Fortunately, the sketching skills accumulated in his previous life helped him a lot. He had copied all those complicated human body patterns and made three perfect manuscripts.

“Puff! Tiring!”

Ding Hao put the rare books back into the wooden boxes and closed them. Suddenly he was a little tired.

“It’s dawn already. There’s no time to sleep. How about practicing for a while?” Seeing that it was already twilight outside the window, Ding Hao came to the front hall, sat cross-legged on the futon, breathed slowly. With his mind focused on the middle dantian in his chest, he began to practice Qi.

Ding Hao had thoroughly refined “Zhongji”, the first aperture of Ren Meridian, the first meridian of the six extra-channels. His middle dantian had been at the peak of one-apertured Martial Disciple Realm. He then ran “One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique”, trying to induce Fire-fire Qi and impact “Tanzhong”, the second aperture.

“One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique” created by the Saber Master was really incomparable in subtlety.

As he practiced, Ding Hao could realize more subtlety of this magic skill. As he activated the magic skill, the Fire-fire Qi ran in the channel of meridians without obstruction. He controlled Qi just like he was controlled his arms. The Fire-fire Qi moved at his command without delay.