In the Blade

"So, how did you do it?"

In Shan Bing's home, facing the steaming food, Jiang Wenyuan finally couldn't help asking.

It was incomprehensible and unimaginable. You have to know that he had been away for less than a month. In just such a short time, people could change to this extent. This was almost impossible.

The reason why it was almost was because there were some special methods, such as killing a large number of people in a short period of time to obtain evil spirits, or directly using some extremely fierce weapons... But Shan Bing obviously didn't take this route. He hardly felt any increase in evil spirits from Shan Bing.

No, strictly speaking, it should be that he almost didn't feel any evil spirits.

When Jiang Wenyuan realized this, his common sense was severely impacted.

Well, according to the normal way to improve strength, there are generally two ways. One is to hone martial arts. This traditional method will bring solid skills, but the disadvantage is that the progress will be extremely slow. The other is to use evil spirit weapons, actively get infected with evil spirits, gain powerful strength, and at the same time bear the inhuman evil spirits - of course, most of the time, the strong people use both methods together, but the use of evil spirits obviously accounts for a larger proportion.

Everyone uses evil spirits, including Jiang Wenyuan himself.

"So, what are you using?"

Jiang Wenyuan looked up and down at Shan Bing again.

Still can't see any evil spirits, maybe there are, but very little. You know, most evil spirit masters can hide themselves on weekdays, but when they pick up their weapons, the deep murderous intent will still overflow, and even make the surrounding environment seem a bit cold and piercing.

But now...

Jiang Wenyuan felt that he was facing a person.

Not a master of evil spirits, nor a fierce soldier, this is a "person".

This feeling is hard to describe, and Jiang Wenyuan doesn't know how to describe it. If he must describe it, it's more like the situation just now - this person can be a cook when he puts on an apron, and a warrior when he puts on armor. When this person swings a sword at a monster, he is the most competent commander of the army, but when he returns home... he is just a person.

If he must use an adjective to summarize it, Jiang Wenyuan can only think of the two words Shan Bing.

It's not a literary interpretation of the characters, nor is it necessary to break down and explain the specific meanings of these two characters. Shan Bing is simply the name of a person, the name of the person in front of him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Shan Bing began to scratch his head again.

"You have seen the move I used, right? It's the Sun-piercing Strike..."

"Are you really using the Sun-piercing Strike?"

Jiang Wenyuan frowned.

"I have also seen the Sun-piercing Strike, and the one you used this time is obviously different."

"That's for sure."

While eating, Shan Bing laughed.

"This is a serious Sun-piercing Strike."

"...Seriously?"

Jiang Wenyuan became more and more confused. Is this human language?

What does it mean to be serious about the Sun-piercing Strike? Does it mean that the moves he made before were not done seriously?

"Yes, seriously."

Seeing that Jiang Wenyuan was still looking at him suspiciously, Shan Bing nodded.

"Be serious about your moves, be serious about practicing martial arts, be serious about living, be serious about cooking... As long as you can concentrate on doing what you want to do, it's fine."

"... Is it that simple?"

Jiang Wenyuan was getting more and more confused.

Well, in Shan Bing's own words, if he could find a poor scholar like this, he could get him to write two baskets of the same thing for ten bucks - but now Shan Bing himself has become like this, what kind of hysteria is this?

"It seems that you still don't understand... How about this."

Shan Bing thought about it and simply handed the apron to Jiang Wenyuan.

"Can you cook?"

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The emperor woke up in the midst of a chorus of praise.

There were thousands of people around him. They had different looks and even different races, but they chanted the same words and the same name. They were kneeling and praying in their own ways, praying for the return of the high and mighty Huang Tian.

So Huang Tian really returned, in his invincible glory.

"But I seem to have lost some memories..."

Some broken images emerged from his mind, which made Huang Tian frown slightly.

After waving his hand and signaling the mechanical guards around him to take those annoying things out, Huang Tian lay back down.

He tried to recall his experience.

He was going back to clean up those threats. He remembered that although his father had emphasized the danger of that place to him, he still went... Facts also proved that that place was not dangerous for him, and he soon grasped enough power to kill all the ants.

Then... what happened?

There was a little chill from the altar below him, and after the chill flooded into his mind, he remembered more.

Yes, he had grasped that powerful force, and he finally caught the insect hiding in the dark... But he was the loser. The despicable insect stole his power and even began to suppress his state of mind, almost destroying his last sanity.

Then he chose to take emergency shelter and retreated by suicide.

"No wonder..."

Huangtian closed his eyes.

If he just used those mixed powers and wielded those things called "evil spirits" casually, it would not be a threat to him - but if these mixed powers could be integrated, it would be equivalent to evolving from wielding an iron block to wielding an iron knife, which could indeed be called dangerous.

What's more, the insect even knew how to manipulate this power and hurt him thoroughly in a heart-breaking way...

"Stop, don't think about it."

Huangtian decisively stopped the next memories.

Not being able to think about these things is like not being able to open the scars on your body. This behavior will only cause secondary damage to yourself - of course, blindly asking yourself not to think about it is a bit of a cover-up, but this kind of injury treatment still needs to be done step by step.

Fortunately, these injuries were not in vain.

"I have obtained enough information."

Huangtian opened his eyes.

Using a trivial death to exchange for specific information about the opponent, for him, it was a win in any case - it was just a handicap for the opponent, and he had done this before. Moreover, after cleaning up his own state, he would immediately set out here to punish this disloyal man.

And this time, it was not the previous situation where I was in the open and the enemy was in the dark.

Instead, it was extremely advantageous for him, the enemy was in the open and I was in the dark.

Thinking of this, Huangtian came to his arsenal and picked out another long sword.

Unfortunately, unlike the previous spine sword, this sword was only an arm bone sword, but compared to the spine as the main axis of the body, the arm bone, which was often used for attack, would be more powerful - and after reaching the sword, Huangtian felt the mysterious fluctuations in this arm bone sword and reached out his hand to draw it.

A huge hole appeared in front of Huangtian, leading to the world where the arm bone sword had been.

"Found you."

Pressing down the bamboo hat on his head to cover his face, Huangtian stepped into the hole.

This time he appeared in the southeast instead of the northwest. On an armed ship used by pirates for looting, a black-clad swordsman wearing a bamboo hat quietly appeared. But the people on the ship did not realize that there was suddenly one more person in the team. They still acted as usual, and even regarded the black-clad swordsman as one of them.

"Go and do your own thing."

Facing the pirates who wanted to call him over to sail, Huangtian just pointed casually.

These pirates treated him as transparent air as if they did not see him.

This is Huangtian's true strength. Not only can he appear in front of everyone with great fanfare, in fact, as long as he wants, he can also hide his tracks so that no one can find out. Of course, there is still a limit. Some masters with pure mind and strength can still detect this concealment, but even if they can detect it, it does not mean that they can really see it.

Just like the pirate leader on this ship, the swordsman with two long swords on his waist vaguely realized that there seemed to be something extra on this ship, but he couldn't find the reason and finally concluded that this situation was haunted.

So, the originally scheduled looting plan was cancelled. For safety reasons, these pirates simply disguised themselves and came to the shore to pray to the gods for safety.

And Huangtian once again set foot on this land.

After roughly judging the direction of his fall before, Huangtian went all the way north, and in the process, he also felt more and more that this world was weak - compared with other worlds, this world didn't seem to have anything special, the ignorant people, and those so-called masters like monkeys, these mosquito-like things, could not bring him any threat at all.

"Maybe this is why we chose to leave back then."

Huangtian had a vague understanding.

He had not experienced that time. It was his fathers who had experienced that time. They ascended from this world and gained true freedom. Now, there was really nothing worth lingering in this world. It was too small and too desolate. It was impossible to carry their huge wishes and desires. Leaving was the right choice.

But even if they left, this place was theirs. He would never allow any insects to steal his things, even if he didn't need them at all.

"One sword, only one sword."

Thinking of this, Huangtian had already arrived at the capital of Jiankang.

He did not fly in the sky with great fanfare. After all, this world was too weak. There were not many people who could fly in the sky. If he took off so suddenly, he would be directly used as a live target. The enemy was in the light and I was in the dark. This was his biggest advantage this time. He would naturally not give up this point.

So before entering the city, he had already started walking normally on the ground like an ordinary person.

Like an ordinary person, he mixed into the team entering the city, like an ordinary person, he walked on the streets of Jiankang, like an ordinary person, he picked up a sesame cake from a street stall - it must be said that although this place is wild and backward, this street snack is quite good...

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Just when Huang Tian wanted to continue walking forward like an ordinary person, his wrist was grabbed.

"Where are you from! Why are you eating sesame cakes without paying!"

"...Huh?"

Huang Tian frowned slightly.

"You...can see me?"

"How fresh!"

The dwarf selling pancakes was so angry that he laughed.

"If I couldn't see you, I would have stolen this pancake for you! Give me money! Hurry up!"

"You..."

Huangtian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He had clearly concealed his figure and his breath, and even those so-called local masters could not detect his whereabouts - how could a dwarf selling pancakes see him at a glance?

Could it be that this dwarf's mental strength is higher than that of the master?

"Hurry up! Give me money!"

Just as Huangtian frowned and pondered, the dwarf selling pancakes shouted again.

"Are you trying to default on your debt? You are also refusing to pay for a pancake?"

"You..."

Huangtian frowned even more tightly.

He didn't need any currency at all. He always spoke with a sword, so how could he have money to pay the dwarf? But if he killed the dwarf with a sword, his whereabouts would be exposed, and the advantage of being in the dark would be gone. It would be a loss.

Or maybe he should just follow the local customs.

Thinking of this, Huangtian casually took a passerby's purse.

Yes, he had no money, but the pedestrians on the road all had money on them. The dwarf could indeed see his whereabouts, but this was an exception after all. Maybe the dwarf was a rare master of mind power, but those passersby...

"Why did you steal my wallet!"

Before Huangtian counted the money in the purse, his other hand was also grabbed.

"I saw it just now! You put your hand in my belt... Don't try to deny it, my name is embroidered in this wallet!"

"...Huh?"

Huangtian frowned even tighter.

What's going on? How can this person see him too? If it was just the dwarf, it would be fine, but how could a random passerby have mental strength far beyond that of an ordinary person?

No, it was not just the dwarf and the passerby, but even the rest of the people began to notice him. They surrounded him and pointed at him and criticized him - the enemy he had expected suddenly disappeared, and only he was left, a thief who stole people's wallets on the road.

"What's going on? How come these people have such high mental strength?"

Huangtian was more and more puzzled. How could everyone find him? Didn't he hide his tracks?

How come these people...

"Here they come! Captain Shan Bing is here!"

It was at this time that people suddenly started to clamor and made way.

A burly man walked out of the crowd with a big shield on his shoulder.

"What's going on? How is this... huh?"

Shan Bing, carrying a big shield, looked at the swordsman in the bamboo hat in front of him.

"Why is it you?"