Before the Sword Master opened his mouth, the Saber Master rushed to say, “Little Chap Ding, do you rember the mysterious cave under the cliff of the garbage slum behind the mountain?”
“Co on, mad woman, you speak before again.” The Sword Master felt very angry when the Saber Master spoke before him.
“Ha-ha, you are slow to respond, and you even complain about .” The Saber Master was proud of herself.
Ding Hao, however, was not involved in the verbal attack between two old people who had been alone for many years. Instead, he suddenly realized what he had been neglecting. In the mysterious cave, in the square stone pit, there were still so mysterious white liquids that had not been used up...
“I have forgotten such a thing.” Ding Hao patted his thigh excitedly.
His ridians and constitution recovered by being imrsed in that liquid.
Although the Saber Master and the Sword Master had been carefully concealing ntioning the cave and unwilling to say anything more, Ding Hao was sure that the white liquid was absolutely a rare natural treasure. In fact, Ding Hao had been rembering the mysterious cave for a whole period of ti, but he had no ti to go there. Now with a Storage Ring, it was absolutely feasible to fetch so mysterious liquid.
With this in mind, Ding Hao did not hesitate at all. He changed his clothes and imdiately headed for the slum behind the mountain.
...
When the sun set, there was only one last ray of light on the horizon.
Autumn leaves withered. As people looked at the mountains, all over the mountains and plains were golden.
This was the most beautiful season of the year in the Snow Province. In another 20 or 30 days, all yellow leaves eventually withered and fell from branches, the long snow season would co. The whole land would be covered with white snow. Cold and white would beco the main colors in the Snow Province.
Compared with the past, the slums had not changed. They were still full of vitality in the chaos. The people living here were as indomitable as weeds in the garbage dump.
Ding Hao didn’t want to be recognized because he was going to the mysterious cave.
He wore a cyan bamboo hat on his head and a linen robe. He walked slowly down the rugged path through the night in the slums. Looking at the decaying huts and chimneys smoking, Ding Hao felt that a familiar sll perated his heart as if he had returned to the first few days of his journey.
Passing through the garbage dump, Ding Hao saw the fence yard and hut where he used to live.
Now it had a new owner here, chimneys were smoking, pots in the yard had been cleared and the ground was very flat by treading. Standing were so stakes for martial arts practicing. A black wooden board was hanging at the gate of the fence, with a few words written in a zigzag way—
Invincible Black Warrior Academy
Ding Hao almost laughed loudly.
In slums, there were so people who knew a smattering of knowledge about martial arts. They ran so private school-based martial arts classes for their livelihood. They also hoped that future generations would be able to leave the slums so that they sent their children to this cheap martial arts class to lay the foundation.
But like this one before him, he dared to claim to be invincible in the mountains behind the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and even more, a class of martial arts dared to claim to be an Academy. It was extrely audacious.
Maybe the master of the martial arts class was either a liar or a psychopath.
With a casual glance, Ding Hao walked into a continuous-hill-like garbage dump area along the road without stopping.
Looking around, Ding Hao found no one. According to mory, along the safe route, across the miasma and poison swamp, through so turns, Ding Hao ca to the edge of the cliff of the Great Abyss. Below the cliff were clouds of black fog rolling, with a foul sll, Astral Wind was blowing. It was very frightening.
“It should be here.”
At that ti, it was here that Ding Hao fell off the cliff and as a result he had an adventure.
Ding Hao couldn’t help sighing with emotions when he revisited his old place today.
Now, he was already a Junior Master of Five-Apertured Martial Disciple Realm. Naturally, he no longer needed to climb mountains with ropes. The so-called “skilled master” was bold. Ding Hao, eyeing the position, jumped off the cliff directly.
The Astral Wind was whirring in the ears.
Falling down about a dozen ters, Ding Hao summoned the rusted sword from the Storage Ring, inserted it in the crag backhand. The Chinese character “Tao (billow)” out of Smoke Billow Blurry Technique broke out, so his body like drops of water without weight, through the rusted sword, hanging on the crags.
Taking a deep breath and lowering the head to identify the next foothold, Ding Hao pulled out the rusted sword backhand and continued to fall.
Without neglecting, Ding Hao ran his Qi, with the whole body flashing silver scattered light, he fought energetically against the terrible suction from the fog.
In such reciprocating, Ding Hao fell down about 600 or 700 ters, and finally, he arrived at the entrance of the cave.
The entrance of the cave enjoyed good concealnt and it was covered by a faint light curtain. Even if it was within 10 ters, it would still be difficult to find it. If Ding Hao had been here once. With the guidance of the Saber Master and the Sword Master, it still took Ding Hao so ti to find the cave.
Swoosh!
Crossing the light curtain, Ding Hao entered the pave path in the cave.
And the paved path had no change compared with the last ti when Ding Hao ca. The paved path was still cold and dry like nature itself, and with turns and twists, it led to the depths of the cave.
“Shit, here I am again.”
“I feel nauseous when I see the color of the rock wall.”
The Saber Master and the Sword Master had been locked up here for hundreds of thousands of years so they had long had a psychological shadow. Now they returned to this old place again. Obviously, they were not in a good mood either. They complained and then began to keep silent.
Ding Hao was in a very good mood.
Because when he ca to the stone pit in the middle of the cave, which was like the rectangular coffin, he was surprised to find that pale gray liquid inside, at this ti, was heavy and beca milky white and transparent, it seed to be purified again. Although the liquid was still about a cun (1/3 deciter) deep at the pit bottom, it was much more optimistic than Ding Hao imagined.
“I don’t know how this liquid refining effect is? Should I take it orally or externally?”
Ding Hao hesitated a little.
“Idiot, to improve the physical property, the liquid should be taken by mouth and to train the body it should be taken externally.” In Ding Hao’s mind, the silent Sword Master reminded him of it.
Ding Hao suddenly understood it.
His physical property had been improved to the extre, and at this ti, of course, he should train the body.
Ding Hao removed his clothes, took out so liquid from the stone pit, sared it evenly on his whole body, and then imdiately used the ntal cultivation thod of “Nine Levels of Golden Body Building by Ice and Fire” to pose the third ice type to arouse the force of the Solar Fire between heaven and earth, temper his body by mixing the strange energy in the white liquid.
Expectedly, at the next mont, with the force of the Solar Fire into the body to temper in a burning manner, Ding Hao felt cold and numb slightly in his skin.
The white liquid was slowly lting into his muscle and marrow.
Because he was practicing the third fire type. It was more effective to run Qi in the middle dantian of the chest through the fire-property saber technique.
Ding Hao’s hot Qi had been running for 36 circles of vital energy in the four apertures of “Zhongji (Middle Extre)”, “Tan Zhong (Middle Alta)”, “Yutang (Hall of Jade)” and “Jujue (Great Temple)”. Unexpectedly four hours passed, the burning fla Qi in the body beca increasingly dense and pure. With a faint tendency of swelling, obviously, Ding Hao had completely achieved the fully perfect state, the peak of the four-apertured Martial Disciple Realm.
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