Supreme Emperor of Swords

Due to his inability to hold on, Shen Ku felt dizzy, spat blood, and became unconscious.

About 10 minutes later, the old monster realized that he had done something wrong and stopped laughing.

“Uh… a mistake. My mistake. I lost my cool. Haha. I never expected that my good disciple has such good strength. You can bear my laughter without being harmed. Good. You are promising.” The old monster laughed and then he waved at the others. “Come to greet your new Martial Uncle obediently. Haha. Say hello to Ding Hao, your Martial Uncle.”

Just one word made all the people feel ashamed.

“Ding… Ding Hao, Martial Uncle?”

Were they being asked to call a boy, a nominal disciple who was wet behind the ears, Martial Uncle?

“Don’t be so naughty, Marital Uncle Qi.”

“Is there anything that could make people feel more ashamed than that?”

As it was known not long before, they were high above, and still regarded Ding Hao as a nonentity and gave him the cold shoulder. But now… this young fellow, unexpectedly, became their elder?

Ding Hao himself felt stunned.

Immediately, he quickly understood it.

It was right that Qi Qingshan was those people’s Grandmaster Martial Uncle. As his newly recruited disciple, Ding Hao naturally was at the same level of seniority as the head of the sect Li Jianyi and others, so most people present should call him Junior Brother or Martial Uncle.

Thinking of this, Ding Hao smiled smugly.

“This is really… the path that winds through high peaks.

“It’s interesting!

“It’s really interesting!”

Thinking of this, Ding Hao did not refuse it at all. He straightened his back with a smiling face and looked at the crowd, waiting for those people high above to come to say hello to him obediently one by one.

It was a little quiet in the hall.

More than 20 people all felt embarrassed, none of them would like to say hello to Ding Hao first.

The old monster, Qi Qingshan, changed his face immediately. Like a bull protecting its children, he flew into a rage with red eyes. “So what? Doesn’t what I said work? I will kill anybody who refuses to say hello to his Martial Uncle, Ding Hao.”

Ding Hao was sweating profusely.

His new teacher was not an easy-going person at all.

“Ding… I, your disciple He Buyu, pay respect to Martial Uncle Ding Hao.” From the crowd, a middle-aged man over 40 went up to Ding Hao obediently and nodded at him slightly with a smile and spoke respectfully.

The middle-aged man was He Buyu, and he was one of the people who insisted on punishing Ding Hao severely.

At this time, facing Qi Qingshan and the old monster’s brutality, he unexpectedly chose to stand up first with a pleasing look—of course, he was trying to please Qi Qingshan, not Ding Hao, but unfortunately, the old monster had not the slightest expression.

He Buyu provoked a rebuff and he was about to turn back and leave…

“Just wait.” The old monster opened his mouth suddenly.

He Buyu showed a hint of joy on his face and said in his heart that the old monster finally opened his mouth. He would surely praise him with a few words. After all, he was the first person to stand up and cooperate with him…

“Are you leaving like this?” The old monster looked at He Buyu with widening eyes and said happily, “Did you forget something?”

“Huh?” He Buyu felt a little confused. “Nothing, Grandmaster Martial Uncle. I haven’t forgotten anything.”

“No. You must have forgotten something. Think it over,” the old monster said firmly.

“Yes… but, Grandmaster Martial Uncle, your disciple… I seem to have forgotten nothing.” He Buyu examined himself carefully from head to toe and he found nothing improper.

“Bastard, where is your gift when you visit your new Martial Uncle for the first time?” The old monster couldn’t control himself and he said angrily, “You are pretending to be confused. The first time you see your Martial Uncle Ding Hao, don’t you want to express your sincerity with a gift? How can you call Ding Hao your Martial Uncle if you don’t give him a gift?”

He Buyu’s facial expression became lifeless.

Ding Hao almost knelt on the ground, frothed at the mouth, and became unconscious.

“Isn’t the old monster too direct?”

Other people stared at the old monster with strange eyes. For so many years they had not had contact with this elder and they hardly remembered his simple, rude, and almost shameful ways of doing things.

Poor He Buyu, one of the top characters of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, was nearly knocked out by the old monster. He was in a daze for a long time and then he took a 500-year-old Purple Gold Dragon Ginseng smelling herbal medicine out of his storage space. He gave the ginseng to the old monster with pain.

“It is good stuff!”

Ding Hao was overjoyed.

The Purple Gold Dragon Ginseng was not on the top 10 of elixirs in Snow Province, but it was a must for refining various types of high-rank elixirs. By itself, it had the magic effect of making the dead come back to life and bone regrow. The pure energy of one piece of ginseng could help a common cultivator improve himself to one small realm, making it a rare treasure.

Smiling like a flower, Ding Hao was about to take it…

At that time, a big hand showed up suddenly in his sight and took away the arm-thick Purple Gold Dragon Ginseng from Ding Hao’s hand…

It was the old monster, Qi Qingshan.

“I’ll keep it for you first,” said the old monster very carefully.

Suddenly, Ding Hao had the feeling of having boarded a pirate ship.

He Buyu had an expression of his flesh being cut and he left the interrogation hall with a long face. To have such a Grandmaster Martial Uncle was like a scholar never winning an argument with a military man even when he was right.

Of course, He Buyu was not the last one whose flesh was cut off.

In the following time, among the over 20 people in the hall, except for Shen Ku who lost consciousness and was carried out, more than 10 people were forced to take Ding Hao as their new Martial Uncle. Then under the old monster’s coercion, they all presented their gifts obediently to Ding Hao.

The gifts included weapons, secret books, elixirs, experience from cultivation, materials for inscriptions, and even underwear made of natural silk.

Ding Hao almost drooled.

Unfortunately, all those treasures were taken by the old monster, a disrespectful old man, and Ding Hao was full of resentment.

“Calm down. I should calm down.”

Ding Hao tried to comfort himself.

“I, Ding Hao, am such an honest, lovely, and promising young man, and I had never taken a single needle or a piece of thread from anyone.” He drooled when he saw so many treasures, but it was because of moral influence by contact. Staying with the cat Evil Moon and this teacher as an old monster, he had become impure.

At that time, Lu Fengzhu with a palace uniform was pretty and charming. She walked toward Ding Hao.

The gift she presented to Ding Hao was a long magical sword.

The long sword was crystal-like jade, four-fingers wide and 1.5 meters long. The surface of the blade was shining like waves. The sound of water could be heard faintly. As the Qi was inserted, the sword turned into a water light and it seemed to be shapeless. The sword was made of refined steel, around which a finger could wrap, and the sword was extremely sharp as it was shining like water light with the sword user’s intention.