"Such boldness, Minister Wang!"
A voice abruptly echoed beside Wang Hou and Three Blades Lin's ears.
Wang Hou's expression changed, but he soon regained his composure and could not help curling his lips.
On the other hand, Three Blades Lin was shocked. His spirit swept wildly but found no one, and he promptly drew his combat blade with a flip of his hand, barking, "Who goes there? What kind of hero are you, hiding your head and showing your tail? "
"Old Lin …"
Wang Hou was about to stop him, but Three Blades Lin was already laughing coldly. "Come out if you dare. I'd like to see who dares to come here and play tricks. Believe it or not, I'll cut off your dog head in three slashes!"
Three Blades Lin's real name was Lin Wenshu, although that name was rarely mentioned. Everyone preferred to call him Three Blades Lin, the Blade King … as for why … it was because Three Blades Lin's self-created swordplay consisted of only three styles.
Don't underestimate these three saber techniques. For this guy to be crowned with the title of Saber King, it was naturally not an undeserved reputation. His three saber techniques were extremely overbearing and powerful. Once he made his move, his opponent would either die or be crippled.
Even if his opponent could parry those three slashes, the next three would come, one after the other without end. There were very few who could match Three Blades Lin in the same tier.
Moreover, the fellow would often imitate the generals of ancient times when they called for a duel and spat at each other for a while before fighting, saying 'I'll cut off your dog head in three slashes' right off the bat. That was how he got his nickname.
Still …
Do you even know who's coming and you're saying 'I'll cut off your dog head in three slashes'?
Wang Hou clutched his forehead.
What the hell.
This Three Blades Lin …
Was he that reckless?
That was when footsteps could be heard outside Wang Hou's office, and an old man wearing a Tang suit strode inside.
His hair was all white, but he appeared very spirited.
His gait was vigorous and his back was straight, without a hint of a hunch.
His face was ashen, and he barked at Three Blades Lin the moment he entered, "Who do you think you are, you son of a b * tch?"
Three Blades Lin's entire body shuddered. A little dumbfounded, he quickly turned to the old man and smiled. "You're back, sir?"
"Piss off! “
The old man scolded angrily, "I don't have a grandson as awesome as you … I don't dare to be your uncle. It's more like you to be my uncle."
"Don't be angry, Sir. I didn't find you because I scanned the area with my mental strength. I thought someone was provoking us on purpose … "Three Blades Lin quickly said, secretly winking at Wang Hou to get Wang Hou to speak up for him, but Wang Hou pretended not to see it.
Seeing that the old man had calmed down after cursing for a while, Wang Hou greeted him with a smile, "Senior Lin, you're back?"
Three Blades Lin's grandpa had lived for almost two hundred years.
In terms of seniority, he was not far off from Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan. His name was Lin Tianzheng, and the Lin clan of the capital was a martial arts family with a long history. They were much stronger than the three great martial arts families of Jiangnan.
He boldly took a seat on the sofa and smiled. "I'll be going with you to Shennongjia, Minister Wang. The reason the Dragoncroc Emperor is so arrogant is none other than the elites of the ancient daemons standing behind it. However, according to what I know, those daemons are restrained by some sort of shackles and would not come out now."
"Oh?"
Wang Hou's gaze twitched as he asked in puzzlement, "Ancient daemons?"
"That's right."
Three Blades Lin's grandpa said seriously. "Minister Wang, the heritage site I entered during my trip to the Eastern Japanese nation was actually a legacy of an immortal sect. I can't divulge the specific details of the legacy, since I swore an oath when I accepted it."
"Still, I found some ancient texts in the heritage site and learned many ancient mysteries … those things are not exactly secret. In ancient times, before the Pre-Qin era, the cultivators of that era mainly cultivated immortal arts instead of martial arts."
"In the Pre-Qin era, Yuan Qi was abundant and there were many grotto-heavens and blessed grounds. Humans could cultivate, just as daemons could. Later, the world changed drastically and immortal arts were severed. Cultivators gradually dwindled until they disappeared, just as it was for daemons and daemonic cultivators."
Wang Hou appeared thoughtful and asked, "You mean … there are daemonic cultivators from ancient times who have lived to this day?"
"Not necessarily."
Lin Tianzheng shook his head. "It has been more than two thousand years since the Pre-Qin era. Even if daemonic cultivators live longer than humans, there are definitely not many daemons who could live to this day. Still, it would not be a problem for such champions to establish a Secret Realm, and it would be normal for us to not notice if there are daemons hiding in there to breed and cultivate."
Wang Hou's expression twitched.
Lin Tianzheng then continued, "According to the ancient texts in the heritage site I entered, there would definitely be similar Secret Realms on Earth, although I'm not sure how many there are."
He paused for a moment, then said, "The Celestial Sect ruins I entered can also be considered a secret realm. Although I didn't find any living people after I entered, I have a feeling that there should still be people alive in the Celestial Sect ruins. Perhaps they are sleeping, or perhaps they are unable to show themselves for some reason."
Beside him, Wang Hou was silent for a long time.
He did not appear to be surprised by Lin Tianzheng's words. In fact, Wang Hou had pursued such things several years ago and had his own theories, and Lin Tianzheng's words merely confirmed what he had in mind.
And yet …
Wang Hou's expression became immeasurably somber at those words.
At first, the situation on Earth had gradually calmed down, and the days to come would be difficult. They might have to fight Ferals incessantly, and countless martial artists would have to work for decades, centuries, or even longer to destroy the Ferals …
But it would all be worth it, because it was a fight for their own fate.
But now?
As the mysteries were slowly unraveling, Wang Hou felt a sense of helplessness. How many more mysteries were hidden behind the world?
What had actually happened in the Pre-Qin era? That was why immortal arts were cut off, and ancient martial arts flourished …
And why did the world suddenly enter the Age of Degenerate centuries ago … and why was Spirit Qi reviving now?
Wang Hou only came to his senses after a dozen minutes. Taking a sip from his Thermos cup, he suddenly laughed. "What do these mysteries have to do with me?"
He rose and laughed out loud, his body naturally exuding a domineering presence as he smiled. "Elder Lin, you've just returned from the heritage site and must be tired from the journey. Rest well — I alone am enough to go to Shennongjia."
Whoosh!
Wang Hou went to the window and promptly took to the air.
Lin Tianzheng did not stop him, and merely smiled and nodded … Wang Hou certainly had the air of a leader.
He glanced at Three Blades Lin, who was standing beside him and could not help cursing, before suddenly changing the subject and asking, "By the way, who is Jiang He?"
Clearly, Lin Tianzheng had heard about Jiang He slaying five Feral Kings and the Golden-Winged Roc after returning from the heritage site.
…
Meanwhile, Jiang He had just finished his lunch.
Having stayed up all night farming, Jiang He felt a little tired after having his lunch, and promptly went upstairs to sleep. Jiang He's plan was to sleep until the next day to adjust his sleeping schedule, but he woke up just as night fell.
That left Jiang He a little annoyed.
Others worked at sunrise and slept at sunset, but what about him?
Day and night were completely reversed.
"I have to adjust my work and rest schedule … The best way to adjust my work and rest schedule is to perform the Twenty-third Sword to consume my energy. It's best to perform it at night so that I can sleep after performing it … But who should I find to perform the Twenty-third Sword?"
Jiang He went downstairs and headed for his farm.
An idea occurred to him then, and he laughed. "Right, I should look for the Dragoncroc Emperor … that son of a bitch actually peeked at me when I was dealing with the Golden-Winged Roc. It's definitely up to no good!"
Just as Jiang He entered his farm, the two eaglets flapped their wings and lunged towards him.
Caw, caw, caw …
The crisp, melodious cries of the eaglets left Jiang He a little speechless … he kept having the feeling that they were calling him their mother …
"Get lost! Don't disturb me!"
Kicking away the two eaglets, Jiang He's gaze then fell upon the bottle gourd vine.
Atop the bottle gourd vine, the seven emerald bottle gourds were glimmering in crystalline green radiance under the night sky.
Gritting his teeth, Jian He reached out and grabbed one of the bottle gourds.
Whatever the case, it was time for the harvest … Jiang He would accept it even if he managed to plant seven more Bottle Gourd Brothers.
[Ding!]
[+ 5000 Farm Points.]
A System Notification jingled in his head, and the bottle gourd's data appeared before Jiang He's eyes … no, it was not data since there was no detailed description of its functions, and only a simple name — the divine-bottle gourd.
？？？
Jiang He was puzzled.
Divine-bottle gourd?
What did that mean?
Could it be like the divine-fruit, where there was a chance of ascending to divine-tier after eating it?
Jiang He hesitated for a while, and was about to take a few bites to taste it when he suddenly heard several bangs — the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, who had been placed in a corner of the farm, had turned into smoke and ran out of the bottle gourd.
All of them walked up, staring at the bottle gourd in Jiang He's hand for a long time before acting cute, all of them exclaiming, "Gramps, I want to eat it!"
"Eh?"
Taken aback, Jiang He shook the emerald bottle gourd in his hand and could not help asking, "You guys want to eat this?"
The seven brothers nodded somberly.
Jiang He could not help laughing …
What was that supposed to mean?
Bottle Gourd Brothers eating bottle gourds?
It was the same logic as Dumbo eating dog meat. It was a little like 'we share the same root, why bother frying and eating it'.
Still, Jiang He would not stop them since they wanted to eat it. After all, the seven brothers were his grandchildren after all.
Passing the bottle gourd to Eldest Brother, he said, "Let brother eat first. I'll see if he has any adverse reactions after eating it. You guys eat later, there's more on the vine …"
"Thanks, gramps!"
Delighted, Eldest Brother accepted the bottle gourd and opened his mouth …
He swallowed the emerald green gourd in one gulp. Following that, a layer of green light flashed across Eldest Baby's body. His aura, which was originally at the peak of the late stage of Rank-Seven, suddenly skyrocketed. In less than five seconds, his aura had reached Rank-Eight, and it did not stop there.
It was only when he reached rank-nine novice that Eldest Brother's aura finally calmed.
And yet, his abdomen suddenly bulged, and his dudou was about to burst open.
Eldest Brother was feeling rather uncomfortable, and his face was flushed as he held his neck with both hands.
"Are you alright, Eldest Brother? Did you choke because you ate too much? "
Jiang He quickly said, "Quick, Fifth Brother, I'll give you some water … What the hell!"
But before Jiang He could finish, Eldest Brother suddenly opened his mouth …
Whoosh!
An air blade shot out of his mouth.
With a splat, it struck the Cloudscraper Vine.
The Cloudscraper Vine's tendrils writhed in pain, and one of them was almost cut off by the air blade.
Jiang He was left gaping …
What …
What was going on?
The divine-bottle gourd on the bottle gourd vine was a manifestation of the daemonic bottle gourd's power?
So, after Eldest Brother ate the divine-bottle gourd, he gained the same power as the daemonic bottle gourd?
"If the daemonic bottle gourd really is a replica of the Immortal Cutting Flying Dagger, doesn't that mean I could treat Eldest Brother as a replica?" Jiang He turned towards the Cloudscraper Vine …
The Cloudscraper Vine had already reached divine-tier.
Its tendrils were much sturdier than before, and even divine-tier martial artists who had just reached divine-tier might not be able to cut through them easily. That was why the air blade that Eldest Brother had just breathed definitely had divine-tier power.
"If the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers all obtained that power, wouldn't they be able to cut down a divine-tier elite with a flurry of slashes?"
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