C422 Her Disciples and Granddisciples
C422 Her Disciples and Granddisciples
When Cruz raised his objections, Wang Hao started to make preparations. Even if the other party did not press on, Wang Hao was ready to teach him a lesson. He would show it to the Second Prince and make him behave.
Sword Five, Shining Light!
When the golden light that filled the sky dispersed, Wang Hao had already put away his short sword. He was still as calm and composed as before, but deep in his eyes, there was a trace of undetectable tiredness.
Everyone stood on the spot, as if nothing had happened.
The surrounding Barbarian were very puzzled. Under the dazzling golden light, what exactly had happened?
In the entire tent, only five people could clearly see Wang Hao's attack.
Barbarian Clan King's expression was calm, while Young Master Bai and Elder Tuoba's eyes were filled with praise.
The First Prince's facial expression was slightly stiff. Although he was already a Spirit Martial Stage expert, Wang Hao's attack just now had still stunned him, or perhaps... shocked him!
He thought to himself, Is this really a technique that the Heavenly Martial Stage Martial Artist can use?"
The last one to see Wang Hao's attack was the Second Prince. However, he could only see an afterimage flashing through the golden light.
His expression was extremely ugly and carried a hint of defeat. He knew very well that he wouldn't be able to block this attack, not even the second transformation of the Soul Conduit realm!
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced, "In the previous battle, if I hadn't left decisively, I'm afraid I would have died under his sword!"
Thinking of this, the Second Prince's hatred toward Wang Hao intensified.
"I must let him die!"
Discussions began to sound out. The surrounding Barbarian didn't understand why the person who had just provoked Wang Hao didn't know what to do.
On the contrary, they were like pieces of wood, motionless, and their faces stiff.
"Puff!"
A hurried voice attracted everyone's attention. They saw a young man from the Barbarian Clan, who was the closest to Wang Hao, spit out a mouthful of blood from his chest.
Before the crowd could be shocked, the other young men from the Barbarian Clan who had provoked Wang Hao had changed as well.
"Puhwark!" "Puhwark!"
Streams of fresh blood gushed out from their chests. After that, they knelt on the ground and covered their wounds as they gasped for breath.
These people were drenched in sweat, their faces twitching, their eyes filled with fear. They didn't even have the courage to stand up.
The sharp edge of the sword pierced into their chests and brushed past their hearts. This clear feeling lasted only for a moment, but it felt like a day had passed.
This was the feeling of being on the verge of death. If Wang Hao's hand that was holding the sword trembled, or if their hearts had been beating half a beat earlier, they would have died a long time ago.
Every Barbarian that provoked Wang Hao had a hole in their chest, but no one died. Who would dare not accept such an exquisite sword technique?
Wang Hao walked in front of Cruz. Cruz's legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground.
"Do you have any objections?"
Cruz forced himself to raise his head and looked into Wang Hao's eyes. Wang Hao's eyes flashed with killing intent, which made him feel a chill that went deep into his bone marrow.
"No... No objections... You are the first..."
Wang Hao raised his head and looked at the others with a cold gaze.
"Who else is unconvinced?"
The entire tent was silent. Except for a few experts with extremely high realms, no one dared to look Wang Hao in the eyes. Their eyes avoided him, and fear filled their hearts.
"Pa! Pa!"
Barbarian Clan King clapped his hands. "As expected, heroes come from youths. Elder Tuoba, announce the results!"
Elder Tuoba nodded, "The Hunting Ceremony's number one this time is Mister Hou!"
He paused for a moment. With a flip of his wrist, a box appeared in his palm.
The box was made of Ice Heart Jade. It could seal the aura and Essence Energy Undulation emitted from the object inside the box. Just this box alone was worth thousands of gold coins.
Everyone looked at the box with burning eyes. Everyone knew that the reward of the last batch of Hunting Ceremony presided by the Great King would be far greater than the previous ones.
"Thank you."
Wang Hao thanked him indifferently. He took the box and stuffed it into his inventory. His actions had made those Barbarian who wanted to see the glory of the treasure greatly disappointed.
Barbarian Clan King didn't say anything else. He turned around and returned to his tent. Elder Tuoba told everyone that they could act as they pleased. The Hunting Ceremony had finally come to an end.
The rules came over and congratulated Wang Hao. However, Young Master Bai was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Hao brought Jingjing back to the place where the Garuda was being repaired. He found a small lake and let Jingjing take a bath.
After washing away the dust from three years ago and putting on the clothes that Wang Hao had used to cut, Jingjing finally had the appearance of an ordinary girl.
However, Wang Hao could still notice a slight difference. In Jingjing's eyes, she could not see the carefree look in the eyes of children of the same age. Instead, it was replaced by a firm and firm gaze.
"Big brother, Jingjing has a request..."
Jingjing's gaze was somewhat evasive, as if she was hesitating about something.
As though she had made up her mind, Jingjing's expression once again became firm. She knelt down on the ground and pleaded.
"Big brother, I want to become a martial artist!"
Wang Hao was stunned for a moment. He did not think that Jingjing would make such a decision.
He asked seriously, "Why do you want to cultivate martial arts?"
Jingjing said resolutely, "In order to not let more of my kind suffer the same fate as me!"
Wang Hao was moved. He was captured by the Barbarian and lived alone in the wilderness filled with Ferocious Beast for three years. This kind of fate made him furious.
However, he did not discover a trace of anger in Jingjing's eyes. What Wang Hao saw was only pure eyes.
Just as Jingjing had said, she did not cultivate for revenge. She did not wish for more people to suffer the same suffering as her.
Wang Hao was moved by the girl. For the first time, he had the idea of taking her in as a disciple.
"Alright, I'll teach you how to cultivate."
Jingjing's face was filled with joy. She earnestly kowtowed nine times to Wang Hao.
"Master, please accept your disciple's kowtow."
Wang Hao gladly accepted Jingjing's apprenticeship. He reached out and helped Jingjing up. At the same time, he injected a surge of Yuan energy into her body.
This Yuan energy contained Wang Hao's mental energy. He wanted to see how Jingjing's talent was.
"Eh?"
Wang Hao raised his eyebrows and his face revealed a look of joy. He shockingly discovered that the meridians in Jingjing's body were very smooth. Not even a trace of impurity could be found.
"Ordinary martial artists can only complete Purification and Meridian Severing at the Essence Martial Stage, but Jingjing clearly has never cultivated before. How could it be..."
A thought flashed through Wang Hao's mind as he suddenly came to a realization.
"The space where the Hunting Ceremony is held is opened by a supreme expert. The natural Yuan energy within is abundant, and it isn't any weaker than the Third Heaven of the Holy Domain. Jingjing spent three years here, and it's very beneficial to her body."
"Moreover, during these three years, Jingjing didn't run away from time to time. She has been training her body like this, and it's similar to the cultivation of the bones and body."
Seeing the change in Wang Hao's expression, Jingjing asked nervously, "Master, what's wrong?"
Wang Hao laughed loudly, "Very good! Very good! Three years of training has given you a talent that no one else can match!"
Jingjing did not understand, but she could tell from Wang Hao's words that he was happy.
After examining Jingjing's talent, Wang Hao injected even more mental energy into her body.
When a martial artist practiced martial arts, apart from talent, what was more important was their bloodline! Talent determined the cultivation speed of a martial artist, and bloodline determined the heights a martial artist could reach.
Jingjing's bloodline was unable to condense a Blood Soul, so Wang Hao had to carefully explore and find it.
Wang Hao's divine sense arrived in an empty space. In this void, there was a silver short sword that flickered with a fascinating light.
He walked in and carefully observed it. This was a short sword that was only the length of an adult's forearm. The sword was engraved with dense ancient Talisman, and even Wang Hao could not recognize a single one.
Silver flowing light circulated on the blade, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.
The most attractive thing was the hilt of the short sword. The hilt was very dignified, and there was a sky-blue gem engraved on it.
In his mental state, Wang Hao was unable to use the soul item True Dragon Eye to check the details of the silver short sword, but he believed that Jingjing's bloodline was destined to be extraordinary!
Returning to the real world, Wang Hao impatiently said, "Jingjing, I'll teach you the cultivation method right now!"
After seeing Jingjing's talent and bloodline, Wang Hao felt that teaching her a little later would be a waste of her talent!
Jingjing was wild with joy. However, when it came to teaching cultivation techniques, Wang Hao had made a mistake.
He had the supreme cultivation notes bestowed by the Dream Dragon, and the cultivation techniques he knew were as many as the stars in the sky.
Jingjing was a piece of unpolished jade. No matter what she looked like in the future, she would have to see how Wang Hao would execute this first slash.
"Jingjing's bloodline is a mysterious sword. I believe that when she cultivates sword skills in the future, she will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort. In fact, she won't be any weaker than me, who possesses the Yazi Bloodline."
"I have to choose a cultivation technique for her. It must be suitable for her bloodline!"
"There are a total of twenty-seven cultivation techniques related to the sword in my mind. Each cultivation technique was once cultivated by a Zhizun realm expert. However, when compared to the Nine Dragon Spell, it is like comparing the stars to the sun, causing it to lose its luster immediately."
"As the saying goes, one must surpass the master. I must help my disciple expand his path!"
Wang Hao closed his eyes, extended his finger, and lightly tapped on his chest.
There was a Pure Heart Jade embedded in his chest. The Pure Heart Jade was Yaen San's treasure, and Wang Hao tried to use it as a medium to communicate with his master.
Wang Hao felt his divine sense shoot into the void and enter a state of nothingness.
In this realm of nothingness, there was no concept of time. After a long time, Yaen San's spiritual body appeared in front of Wang Hao.
"Disciple, why are you looking for me?"
Wang Hao was slightly happy. He was just trying, but he didn't think that he could really contact his master.
"Master, disciple has just accepted a disciple for you."
Yaen San was stunned for a moment. After that, he disappeared and reappeared again.
"I just checked that girl. Her talent and bloodline are pretty good. I didn't expect that not only did I, Yaen San, accept a new disciple, I also have a grand disciple."
Wang Hao chuckled, "The girl's name is Jingjing. I want to ask Master for a cultivation technique for her."