Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 23: Stop fighting, you little brat. I won’t accept you as my disciple anymore!

"Boy, look at you, have you forgotten me? You heartless guy, you once slept on me when you were a kid!"

The dull and slightly dissatisfied voice of the boulder sounded again, echoing in the empty ruins.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao stared at the huge rock in front of him, his eyes full of confusion and thought.

He continued to frown and think deeply, as if something was being dug out from the depths of his memory.

Finally, some blurry images gradually became clear, and I finally remembered something.

When I was a child, it seemed that the village chief really said that this huge stone was the village's sacrificial spirit, and he often led the villagers of Shi Village to hold solemn sacrificial ceremonies.

According to the village chief's mysterious story, it is the sacrificial spirit that protects Shi Village.

However, in Qin Hao's memory, this sacrificial spirit had never appeared.

As the years passed, hopes were dashed again and again. Over time, the villagers came to believe that this sacrifice to the spirits was completely fictitious and just a legend passed down by their ancestors.

Unexpectedly, today in this stone village that has become a ruin, he actually discovered that this sacrificial spirit is really alive.

"A piece of stone can actually speak. This is worthy of being a fantasy world." Qin Hao murmured. Although his voice was soft, it was filled with emotion for this strange world.

"Kid, what were you mumbling about just now? What world?" There was doubt in the boulder's voice.

"Nothing?" Qin Hao replied casually, not wanting to explain too much.

"Haha, boy, I see that the sword and gourd in your hand are quite good, why don't you offer them to me as a sacrifice, and I will accept you as my disciple."

The dull sound of the boulder sounded again, with a hint of anticipation.

It didn't expect that this little guy who walked out of the Stone Village had such a good thing on him, which really made it envious.

"Accept me as your disciple?"

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked up and down at the huge rock in front of him.

This sacrificial spirit actually set his sights on the Netherworld Demon Sword and the Devouring Demon Gourd. Qin Hao's heart grew colder. These two treasures were his means of survival in this cruel world. How could he easily hand them over to others?

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability!" Qin Hao's voice was firm and powerful.

The next moment, Qin Hao swung his sword without hesitation. The sword was so sharp that it made a sound of breaking wind and instantly hit the boulder.

However, to Qin Hao's surprise, the boulder was completely intact.

The sword hit the boulder, but it seemed as if it had just brushed past it lightly, leaving no trace.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

The boulder screamed, his voice full of pain: "Boy, are you sick? Why did you hit me?"

Qin Hao didn't believe it, and swung the Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand again and slashed a few more times.

He used up all his strength in every sword strike, and veins bulged on his forehead. However, the boulder remained intact, without even a scratch.

How can this be?

There was a hint of surprise in Qin Hao's eyes. With his Tiangang realm cultivation, he couldn't break the stone's defense even with a full-strength attack.

The boulder said in pain: "Stop hitting me, you little bastard..."

With a flash of black light, the boulder changed instantly. It was no longer a huge stone, but turned into a stone the size of an egg. This small stone was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, rushing towards Qin Hao at lightning speed.

Qin Hao was shocked. He tried to dodge, but found that his reaction could not keep up with the speed of the stone. He felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he felt a pain in his chest. He was pushed back a few steps by a huge force, staggered back, and almost fell to the ground.

The sacrificial spirit floated in the air, and said with a smug smile: "Don't go too far, little brat. I am not someone you can easily mess with."

Its voice was full of pride, as if it was mocking Qin Hao's arrogance.

Qin Hao steadied his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately used the Supreme Merciless Slash. For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, light was overflowing, and the surrounding air seemed to be cut through by this sharp sword energy.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The sacrificial spirit was shocked. It didn't expect Qin Hao to have such a powerful move. It didn't dare to be negligent and began to dodge continuously.

"Stop hitting me, you little brat! Are you ever going to stop?" There was no longer any pride in its voice, but a hint of helplessness.

Qin Hao seemed not to have heard it and continued to swing the magic sword. His eyes were focused and he had only one thought in his mind, which was to let the sacrificial spirit taste his power.

"Enough! If you hit me again, I will get furious!" the sacrificial spirit shouted loudly, with a threat in his voice.

Qin Hao remained indifferent, only the sword light flashed and stabbed towards the sacrificial spirit. Each sword light was like a call of death.

"Alright, alright, I admit defeat." Ji Ling dodged and shouted, "You are so rude, your first move is a killing move!"

"If you weren't from Shi Village, I would have taught you a lesson."

Qin Hao stopped attacking and looked at Ji Ling coldly, "Are you still accepting disciples?"

"No, no." The sacrificial spirit said hurriedly. It didn't want to provoke this troublesome guy again.

"Then do you still want my sword and gourd?" Qin Hao asked again, with a hint of sneer in his tone.

"No, no, it's yours, yours." The sacrificial spirit replied quickly.

For some reason, even though he was facing a stone, Qin Hao still heard a hint of flattery in the tone of the sacrifice spirit and could not help but shook his head helplessly.

I didn't expect that the legendary sacrificial spirit would have such a temperament.

Qin Hao saw that the sacrificial spirit was strange and didn't want to provoke it any more, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

He still has his own way to go, and there are more challenges and unknowns waiting for him to face. He has no time to get entangled with this mysterious sacrificial spirit.

"Hey, hey, little brat, why are you leaving?" Ji Ling shouted from behind.

Qin Hao remained unmoved upon hearing this and continued walking forward with firm steps, not paying the slightest attention to the sacrificial spirit.

Seeing this, Ji Ling hurriedly chased after him, "It's boring to walk alone, I'll go with you."

Qin Hao suddenly turned around and slashed with his sword, scaring Ji Ling so much that he quickly retreated and angrily cursed: "Are you sick? You draw your sword at every turn? You scared me to death!"

"Don't follow me." Qin Hao said in a deep voice.

He knew nothing about this sacrificial spirit, and he couldn't feel at ease letting such a strange thing follow him.

Who knows what strange things there are in this wilderness? You never know when you might be tricked by this sacrificial spirit.

Qin Hao continued to walk forward. Ji Ling was anxious and hurriedly stopped in front of Qin Hao, saying: "Wait, don't draw your sword yet! I will go with you, and you can also gain something!"

Qin Hao looked at the sacrificial spirit coldly, "What can you bring me?"

The sacrificial spirit said quickly: "Boy, this wilderness is full of dangers. With me here, I can warn you of dangers and tell you some hidden treasures and secrets. It will be very useful if you bring me with you."

(End of this chapter)