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.
Ding Hao sounded as if he just escaped from the deepest place in hell because his voice sent chills down Zhao Xingcheng's spine, leaving him to tremble in silence. Zhao Xingcheng's young entourage stopped cheering. The seemingly tough guys all froze on the spot like panicking ducks being wrung in the neck.Then, Ding Hao sneered and retracted his sword. Subsequently, he turned around and strode toward the cliff where Swordsmanship-seeking Sect dumped their waste every day. Zhao Xingcheng and his entourage were so surprised that they froze on the spot, only when Ding Hao ran into the pale moonlight in the distance did they come around. In a state of shock, they slowly regained conciseness and then saw fear in each other's eyes. All of them remembered the conflict like a nightmare. "Hell, that little bastard..." Zhao Xingcheng gasped and glared. What had happened? When did the stupid and obedient Ding Hao turn vicious an
"Ah, that hurts, I'm dying of pain... Eh? Could it be... I, I'm still alive? This... where is this place?" Ding Hao did not know how much time had passed. An indescribable pain that felt as if he was being burned by hot flames and bitten by tens and thousands of ants brought Ding Hao slightly back into consciousness. He wanted to move instinctively, but his body felt as stiff as cast iron and he could not move at all. He subconsciously opened his eyes slowly. All he could see was a patch of milky white light. He could not see anything else. He seemed to be enveloped in a soft liquid. This feeling was like when he was enveloped by amniotic fluid in his mother's womb as a baby. However, he felt waves of immense pain radiating from all parts of his body. Ding Hao floated in and out of consciousness and felt slightly disorientated. His eyelids felt as if they had been sewn together. He had to put in an immense effort to even crack open
Remembering the martial arts novels he had read in his previous life, he found that as long as the hero fell under a cliff, he would meet something or someone extraordinary. Ding Hao always thought himself lucky, and today's scenario really resembled what he read. Therefore, he probably might find some weapons or secret swordsmanship books here. However, there was nothing but a set of stone table and chairs. He almost wanted to turn the entire place inside out to find the treasures he expected. "I guess one has to be practical all the time. Too much greed is bad for you. I should feel lucky that I didn't get killed. And, the faint black liquid in the dent saved my life! It might be something. Only it's a shame that I can't take them." Ding Hao heaved a sigh and stopped searching. There was no water or food in the cave. It was time to go home. He walked through the tunnel and reached the entrance of the cave. It was a bottoml
Ding Hao pushed open the door and slowly walked in. At that time— Swoosh! Swoosh! Two shadows in the dark emerged without any warning behind the wooden door from both sides with forceful winds. They came fiercely and directly at the back of Ding Hao's head. They were two long black sticks. On the other ends of the long sticks were two sneering youths. They were Zhao Xingcheng's entourage last night. The black long sticks were hard like iron rods. They were wielding them against the back of Ding Hao's head with the force that could kill him. At that crucial moment, Ding Hao saw that by the door of the opposite thatch hut, the confident Zhao Xingcheng was sneering at him maliciously. Then, Ding Hao smiled too. At the next moment, Zhao Xingcheng's sneering turned into doubt, surprise, disbelief... and finally into shock. He saw it with his own eyes that the ambush he carefully set up did not work at all
Ding Hao's eyebrows twitched furiously. At that moment, he could not suppress the sense of extreme danger that crept up on him. Was this faint red light the so-called 'Dark Force'? "According to the memories I've absorbed, the human martial artists in in this world are able to control a supernatural force known as the Dark Force, and use this Dark Force to refine their 12 meridians and 108 acupoints… "The faint red light that appeared from his body earlier was probably the manifestation of the dark force. However, Song Jiannan's strength is just average. He probably would not even be able to last a second against a first aperture martial disciple so I've got nothing to be afraid of." Ding Hao thought quickly and soon figured out their individual strengths. "Little scum, today, I shall take your life," Song Jiannan said as his eyes sparked with killing desire. He had arrived like an esteemed emperor, not expect
At that moment, a ray of golden morning sun shone through the mountains and the fog, casting Ding Hao in its golden glow. This highlighted the lines of his muscles, his tall body and the sculpted features of his handsome face. He looked like a perfect piece of work sculpted by a master sect master. "Phew..." Ding Hao breathed out a breath of murky air and felt his whole body relax. He had not expected his comprehension ability to be so astounding. He had been able to mimic Song Jiannan's swordsmanship technique just after watching Song Jiannan display it. Not only that, he had managed to grasp this swordsmanship technique's nuance and essence in after just practicing three times. Ding Hao reckoned that although that encounter at the cave cliff stone cave had caused his body to undergo extraordinary changes, Song Jiannan was far too weak and his swordsmanship technique of a lower level, which was why he managed to mimic it so easily. If he
It was rumored that extreme experts, who dominated their races, could move mountains and defeat millions of soldiers with a single strike like gods. Even lower level martial artists could become terrifyingly powerful by practicing magic skills. However, Ding Hao was of a low social status and not very bright, so he knew very little about cultivation. He only vagely remembered that martial artists were ranked from the lowest Apprentice Realm to Artist Realm, then Master, Grandmaster, and Genius Grandmaster. He could not remember what came after that. Generally speaking, the first step of cultivation was exercising one's physical strength to the extreme. Then, one could cultivate Qi manipulating magic skills by stimulating a "Magic Qi Seed" inside their dantian. An amorphous magic Qi would arise in the body and enter into the meridians. Unfortunately, Ding Hao had no instructions on how to stimulate his Magic Qi Seed. This was currently his
As for basic magic skills manuals that were peddled in the black market, mysterious remaining copies of original texts or those of high quality aside, as long as they were ordinary copies recorded manually, there would ordinarily not be any reason to suspect that they were fake. It was one of the unwritten rules of the trade. The Qi Guiding Formula was a method of the lowest level for practicing mystical skills. It was not even considered as mainstream but just an ordinary skill. As such, it could not be classified as either of the four major ranks - Divine, Heavenly, Earth or Human. Naturally, there was no risk of counterfeit copies of it existing in the market. Even if it were so, its price was also not cheap for ordinary folk. Ding Hao browsed through it once, and paid 500 taels of silver to buy the manual after discerning that there was nothing wrong with it. With this Qi Guiding Formula manual, coupled with his otherworldly understanding capability,