0p0 Chapter 359 Letter
Chapter 359 Letter
A bright white light emanated from the Sword God's palm, and a steady stream of spiritual power flowed into Old Xia's body.
The old man's pale face gradually regained its color, but the fatigue between his brows still lingered.
He leaned on the cracked crystal staff and slowly stood up. A crisp "ding" sound was heard when the staff touched the ground.
"Now that the direction has been indicated..."
Xia Lao's voice regained its composure, but it carried an indescribable heaviness. "I hope you will live up to my trust."
He looked towards the southeast, a trace of worry flashing in his cloudy eyes, "The fate of the human race is like a candle in the wind."
These words weighed on Hu Qing's heart like a huge rock.
He thought of the soldiers still fighting the demons on the front lines, and the displaced refugees, and his nails dug into his palms unconsciously.
Gu Yang also had a solemn expression on his face, and the twin flower marks on his arm were faintly hot, as if echoing his turbulent emotions.
The Sword God stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering in the wind. "Do you have any other questions? If not, then prepare for special training."
His eyes swept over the two men and the dragon, "The next opponent won't be as gentle as Elder Xia's three black tigers."
Hu Qing took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward: "Old Xia, besides the Twin Flowers and the Dragon Tooth Sword, the other two of the Four Sacred Weapons are..."
"This thing cannot be explained." Xia Lao paused his staff lightly, and a circle of light golden ripples spread out. "The time has not yet come."
He looked up at the sky, where traces of the vision still lingered. "The true name of the holy artifact is related to cause and effect. Knowing it too early will bring disaster upon itself."
Hu Qing took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his mind about the holy weapon.
He nodded solemnly to the Sword God, his eyes firm: "Senior, we are ready."
A rare smile appeared on the Sword God's stern face. The smile was very faint, but it made Hu Qing feel inexplicably scared:
"Who will come first? Elder Xia will choose a suitable teacher for you."
Gu Yang took a step forward without hesitation, his eyes burning with the desire to become stronger: "Let me go first."
His voice was trembling, but extremely firm.
Ever since he witnessed Hu Qing being arrested and felt powerless to do anything, he understood a truth - without power, one cannot even protect the things that are most precious.
Elder Xia's deep gaze rested on Gu Yang for a moment, and he lightly tapped his staff. A ray of emerald green light shot out from the tip of the staff and circulated around Gu Yang:
"You have a solid foundation and pure sword intent." The old man nodded slightly, "It's suitable for you... go."
I saw Old Xia draw a mysterious green seal in the air with his staff, and the seal flew towards an inconspicuous stone statue in the corner of the hall.
The moment the seal penetrated the stone statue, the surface of the statue began to crack, and a dazzling green light shone through the fine cracks.
"Click——"
The stone flakes peeled off one by one, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged inside.
He was a burly bald man with a naked upper body full of muscles, and every muscle looked like it was cast from fine iron.
The most eye-catching thing was the knife placed across his knees - the blade was as wide as a door panel, completely black, but the blade was glowing with a strange bloody light.
"Boom!"
The bald man suddenly opened his eyes, and two tangible sword intents burst out from his eyes, cutting two bottomless grooves in the ground.
He stood up slowly. His movements seemed slow, but they gave people a sense of oppression as if a mountain was moving.
Hu Qing's pupils suddenly shrank. The aura emanating from this man was several times more powerful than that of the Sword God!
What was even more terrifying was that he was clearly standing there, but the spiritual consciousness could not sense his existence at all, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth.
The bald man took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Old Xia.
It was not until then that Hu Qing saw the crisscrossing scars on his face and the knife scar on his left eye that ran through his entire face.
The man didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on Gu Yang.
Gu Yang trembled all over, as if an invisible knife was pressed against his throat.
He instinctively grasped the Soul Devouring Blade, but found that his blade was shaking violently in the sheath, as if in fear, or as if in... excitement?
The bald man sat beside Old Xia with a majestic posture. He grabbed the teapot with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and poured the tea into his mouth.
Tea dripped down his beard, but he wiped his mouth nonchalantly: "Delicious! This Fengqi tea still has the same old taste! I've almost lost my appetite over the years."
Gu Yang looked up at the giant man who was taller than him even when he was sitting, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
The oppressive feeling from the bald man was so strong that even if you were just sitting there casually, you would have the illusion of facing a ferocious beast.
"It's 'Faith'." Elder Xia shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were filled with the kindness of an elder looking at a younger person. "You can just call him Master Faith."
"Hello, Master Xin!" Hu Qing and Gu Yang hurriedly bowed, their voices rising an octave at the same time.
"Hahaha - hello!" Xin's laughter was like thunder, shaking the dust off the beams of the tall tower.
Hu Qing only felt his eardrums buzzing and his scalp tingling.
Xin suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked over Xia Lao's shoulder at the Sword God, and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hey, isn't this Xiaobai!"
He deliberately dragged out his tone, "After so many years, why are you still stuck in the Dust-breaking Stage? If you have any difficulties, tell me, brother!"
The Sword God's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his fists clenched into a crackling sound: "Get lost!"
These two words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth.
Hu Qing and Gu Yang immediately looked up at the sky, pretending to be very interested in the tip of the tower.
This tower, wow, it’s really a tower.
Xiao Zi even buried his head under his wings and acted like an ostrich.
"Tsk tsk, after all these years, your temper is still so bad."
Xin scratched his ear nonchalantly, then turned to the two young men and winked, "You don't know, when this guy first started practicing swordplay, he wore white clothes and looked like a—"
"Baldy!" the Sword God roared angrily, and the long sword behind him came out of its sheath with a clang, emitting a cold light.
Elder Xia coughed at the right moment and tapped his staff lightly. "Behave yourself in front of these two juniors and get down to business."
Xin then put away his joking expression and sat up straight... Although with his physique, no matter how straight he sat, he still looked like a bandit.
"So you called me out this time just to let me teach this kid?" After hearing what Old Xia said, the big man looked at this junior with interest.
He waved his hand and took out the hideous giant sword behind him. He slammed it to the ground with a clang, shaking the entire hall.
"Boy," Xin hooked his finger at Gu Yang, "Let me see your knife."
Gu Yang handed over the Soul-Devouring Blade tremblingly.
Xin pinched the blade with just two fingers, turning it over left and right like a toothpick, making a "tsk tsk" sound from time to time.
"It's so flashy." Xin curled his lips in disdain and threw it away.
The Soul-Devouring Blade spun and flew towards Gu Yang, frightening him so much that he scrambled to catch it.