Supreme Emperor of Swords

“However, even if she is in the Great Grand-master Realm, I am afraid that she is not Mu Tianyang’s match,” Ding Hao frowned and said. “You, our teacher-in-charge, are in the Five-apertures Great Grand-master Realm. You were beaten like a cur by Mu Tianyang. If you hadn’t run away faster, you would have almost been killed by him.”

“A master in the common Great Grand-master Realm is certainly not Mu Tianyang’s match. But your little mistress has the bloodline of the bird phoenix goddess from antiquity, and she has an almost immortal body. She can be reborn nine times in Nirvana. No one is able to compete with the phoenix’s escaping skill. Even if she were unable to defeat Mu Tianyang, it is not difficult for her to run away,” the Cynical Man touched his chin and was eager to show off and explain it. As he finished his words, he suddenly he came to himself and said furiously, “Bad boy, you were the one beaten like a cur. You are too impolite. You dare talk like this with me, your teacher-in-charge!?”

Ding Hao sneered and responded, “First, you are no longer the teacher-in-charge of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts. Second, you are seriously injured. Now even if we fight against each other, you are no match for me.”

The Cynical Man felt stunned and then he jumped and shouted abuse, “You are a bad boy with no conscience…”

“Hahaha, since you are such a prankster, you won’t die very soon. I am not worried.” Ding Hao stood up. He looked up to the sky and added, “Even so, I still worry about Xie Jieyu. Maybe I should go down the mountain.”

“You are confused! This is a typical confusion and your concern will bring trouble,” the Cynical Man shook his head. “Not to mention, even if you go down the mountain, it is difficult for you to find the two people’s whereabouts. Even if you do find where they are, you cannot participate in their fight at such a level. Maybe you will drag her down. Moreover…”

When he said that, the Cynical Man became serious. He looked at the steep peaks in the depths of the mountain gate. He seemed to have thought of something. He snorted and said, “Moreover, you have made a lot of trouble. Someone is determined to use this to make a fuss. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are keeping a close eye on you. As long as you show any sign of going down the mountain, I am afraid that you will be imprisoned immediately.”

Ding Hao was silent.

What Wang Juefeng said was true and Ding Hao himself clearly understood how things stood.

“Jieyu, you really should not take such a risk. I hope you do not have any accidents. It is best for you not to meet Mu Tianyang and come back peacefully!”

Ding Hao silently prayed.

“Kid, you still have to worry about yourself first. If I guess right, at most three days later, the high-level of the Sect will definitely ask you about that matter. It is not a minor offense to kill sect-mates. If you can’t handle the matter properly, your kung fu will be abolished and you will be kicked out of the Sect.”

The Cynical Man’s expression was strange with some pleasure.

Ding Hao smiled and said, “For this matter, I know how to handle it. I have already figured out countermeasures. However, you are laughing so whimsically, you should have some good news to tell me.”

“You, bad boy, have no sense of superiority or inferiority,” the Cynical Man was not angry. At that critical moment, he grinned and wanted to keep Ding Hao guessing. He said, “I had never expected it to happen. I had never expected it to happen. I really had never expected it to happen…”

Ding Hao had to cope with him and asked, “What had you not expected to happen?”

“I had never expected that you, a bad boy, would have such charm that you love both boys and girls. Not only beautiful female disciples like Xie Jieyu and Li Yiruo love you, but also male disciples like Li Lan have been caring about you…”

“Xiaolan? Was he selected by the Sect’s seniors in the Six Peaks and Six Bases to cultivate in seclusion?”

“Just for you, bad boy, he gave up seclusion and has done many things. He asked me to say that he’ll tell you how the Sect’s trial course went. He will present you all the evidence.”

“Does Xiaolan have such a capability?” Ding Hao felt a little bit surprised.

“The family background that Li Lan showed was very mysterious, but his status has been rising to a high-level in the Sect, could Li Lan settle such a matter?”

“You will get to know it later. The sissy’s family background is absolutely beyond your imagination,” the cynical man smiled mysteriously.

Ding Hao nodded without asking him for details.

“If Li Lan’s family background could be shared, he would have told me. Since he is reluctant to say it, even if the Cynical Man knew, he wouldn’t have disclosed it.”

Ding Hao drew in his thoughts and slowly exhaled a sigh of foul air.

He looked around and thought about something. He slowly walked toward the big iron pot in the center of the yard. He waved his hands again and again. His five fingers created the illusion of a lotus blooming. A yellowish flame formed a tripod pattern and it flew into the pot.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. What are you doing? Don’t mess up. That is my life-saving straw…” the Cynical Man was unsettled by it and wanted to stop Ding Hao. Suddenly he felt stunned and showed a look of disbelief.

It could be seen that the strange and pale yellow flame like meteors was constantly flowing out of Ding Hao’s hand, condensing and not dispersing, as if it had vitality, surrounding the whole big iron pot. With a strange rhythm and Ding Hao’s hand-prints, it was constantly changing and rotating.

The flame seemed devoid of heating power, but the green liquid in the iron pot was boiling crazily.

What was even stranger was that the liquid was boiling crazily, but there was no water vapor coming out.

“Is this… the emblematic gesture for elixir refining?” the Cynical Man was greatly shocked.

He was seriously injured that time. But for some reason, he didn’t have any of the Sect’s elixirs to heal his injuries. Finally he had to rely on original herbal boiling methods to obtain their essence, using it to stave and suppressing injuries. In addition, he himself was not an alchemist so that he did not understand the way of elixirs, so he had to endure unthinkable pain by irrigating his body with herbal liquid.

At that time, it had only been a glimpse, but the Cynical Man came to recognize that the hand-print made by Ding Hao was the action taken by alchemists during elixirs’ refinement.

He had never known that Ding Hao was also proficient in the way of elixirs.

He was unaware of the current level Ding Hao had managed to reach, and whether or not he was a ranked elixir pharmacist, but the Cynical Man was a superior of martial arts. He enjoyed unusual experiences and insight. From Ding Hao’s skillful and smooth movements, changeable magic hand-prints and strange patterns of the stirred flame, he could make an indistinct judgment that Ding Hao’s accomplishments were by no means insignificant.

“The kid really is a f*cking evil monster.”

In the courtyard.

Ding Hao suddenly shouted; his fingerprints changed more frequently, and the green liquid in the iron pot under an invisible force traction, showed a spherical shape, slowly floating up. Its color became brighter, and the faint, dazzling and dense light flowed out.

As time went by, the volume of green liquid was gradually shrinking.