Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 863 Before Leaving

Ding Hao smiled and nodded vigorously.

Boom!

The whole hall was full of noise in an instant.

Everyone couldn’t help discussing loudly and someone jumped up from the chair. Ding Hao’s words, like a handful of salt in a slightly hot oil pan, caused quite a stir.

For many people, bringing the whole sect to the immortal land was simply a fantasy. It should be known that even the strongest master had trouble entering the immortal land in the past tens of thousands of years. But now, could all the sects enter the fairyland?

This wasn’t a joke, right?

Hadn’t they known Ding Hao was not that kind of boastful and impetuous person, they would have laughed at him as if he was joking.

But even though Ding Hao had created countless miracles before, what he said now was still a little horrible.

Ding Hao looked at everyone’s reactions with a smile and any exaggerated expression was within his expectation.

In fact, when he first heard the Sky-fleeing Stone Key say that, he had the same expression.

15 minutes later, the crowd slowly recovered from the heated and incredible discussion. Their eyes were shining with fervent light. They stared at Ding Hao, being afraid that he would grin in the next moment and say that what he had just said was actually a joke.

“Ding Hao, what… what’s going on? Can you tell us in detail?” Li Lan gradually calmed down.

Ding Hao nodded.

He recounted detailed everything he had discovered in the Land of Divine Grace.

At last, everyone was stunned. They had never expected that the so-called immortal land was actually such a world. It was also the first time that they had heard of the Land of Divine Grace.

“Do you mean that people from the Land of Infinity to that world will improve their strength by leaps and bounds after a short adaptation?” Wang Juefeng asked incredulously.

Ding Hao nodded.

He continued to explain.

“On the Land of Divine Grace, there are complete power tides of the Archean Period, and the Spiritual Qi is extremely abundant between heaven and earth. Apart from these, the rules of power are clear and easy to be sensed. For any martial artist, these are a paradise for practice. In my eyes, the Land of Infinity is like a barren land. If a seed can survive in such a sterile environment, it will definitely grow wildly in a fertile land. In the same way, martial artists on the Land of Infinity will be suppressed too fiercely by the weakened power tide. Once they are in a place where the tide of power and the laws are clearly and complete, they will immediately show incredible cultivation talent. And the suppression before will be a valuable treasure.”

Ding Hao told them his speculation.

“I see.” Li Lan said thoughtfully.

The others listened with rapt attention.

It turned out that the so-called immortal land was actually such a world which was different from what they had imagined before. They once thought it would be a place where immortals with long sleeves flew everywhere and natural treasures and rare beasts abounded. But according to Ding Hao, the place sounded very good if that was the case.

“By the way, you just said that you have selected a mountain gate for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, right?” asked Li Lan who looked calm but was very nervous in her heart.

Ding Hao nodded.

Then, he told them how he discovered the Mountain Gate of Fortune accidentally. He also emphasized the majesty and magic of the mountain gate which was divided perfectly and enjoyed powerful defense formation as well as the endless natural treasures and so on.

Of course, Ding Hao skipped the stories about Ding Shengtan and his wife.

Everyone in the hall was enchanted by Ding Hao’s story.

The legendary mountain gate described by Ding Hao almost made them so excited that they almost fainted.

It was really unbelievable. They had thought that it would be the luckiest thing for the whole sect to move into the immortal land. It never occurred to them that there was a perfect mountain gate waiting for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect… It was as if God had prepared everything for them.

And all of this was brought by Ding Hao.

Until now, many disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had asked themselves inwardly why Ding Hao, who was favored by fate, would descend into such a small sect like the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

What had the ancestors of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect done to have Ding Hao in this mountain gate?

If it weren’t for Ding Hao, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would have been devastated long ago.

There were no three peerless masters, no Jade-faced Asura, and no overlord of the Snow Province… Maybe the Tranquility Academy still existed, or maybe the Human Clan of Snow Province had already trembled under the tyranny of the Demon Clan.

“Damn it, when are we leaving?” Wang Juefeng slapped his thigh and jumped up.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

The expressions of the others were almost the same as Wang Juefeng’s. They were fervent and crazy, and they couldn’t wait to ascend to the immortal land immediately.

Ding Hao’s eyes fell on Li Lan.

After all, the leader of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was Li Lan. Although Ding Hao’s words represented Li Lan most of the time, on such a formal occasion, Li Lan had the final say over matters of the sect.

Li Lan was relieved and smiled. she slowly stood up and said, “Of course, the sooner the better. This matter must be kept secret. The whole relocation process must be done in an orderly way and only those real core and trusted disciples are qualified to be promoted to the immortal land. The fact that we will leave doesn’t mean we will disappear in the Land of Infinity. We need to leave some parts of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect here.”

After being in great excitement and surprise, Li Lan showed her calmness as the head of a sect.

Ding Hao also slowly stood up, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and said, “I heard that during the period when I was away, some people became restless again. Before leaving, I should teach these people a lesson.”

All of a sudden, everyone was uplifted.

Beside the Mirror Lake.

The properties of the Falling Star Sect now were owned by others.

Since the Saint Son of Falling Star and the Sect Master were killed by Ding Hao, the Falling Star Sect, which had been prosperous before, completely withdrew from the martial arts stage in Snow Province now. It suffered a rapid decline. It had to sell its property to support itself now, and its properties by the Mirror Lake had been sold.

The original Falling Star Manor had now become the stronghold of River Sect in Mirror Lake.

As one of the ten Holy Lands of Martial Arts in the Human Clan in the Northern Region, the River Pavilion was very powerful with plenty of strong masters. There was no need for any strict security here, and no one dared to break in.

The first thing Luo Tong did when he returned to the pavilion was to head to the underground cell in the backyard.

The backyard, which was used for interrogation by the Falling Star Sect before, was extremely gloomy and filled with a faint smell of blood. The air poured in from the wind holes and made a whimpering sound. It sounded as if a wronged ghost was howling in the dark. There was mottled black blood on the walls, and the depressing torture tools made people frightened.

There were several mangled bodies in the cell. They were disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and were tortured to death.

The other man, who was severely beaten and was deformed, was hung on the black iron torture rack. There were no good parts in his body which was covered with whip marks, iron marks, knife wounds. The needle wounds became black holes and more than half of his body was almost burnt to charcoal. One of his eyes had been castrated…

If it were not for the fact that his chest was still rising and falling faintly, everyone would regard him as a corpse.

“My lord, elder Luo.” The strong man, who was conducting the interrogation, knelt to greet and said, “This bastard is very stubborn. He won’t release any information even if I beat him to death. I don’t think there’s any value in interrogating him. It will be a disaster if we leave him alive. It’s better to kill him directly.”

Luo Tong did not speak but slowly came to the man hanging on the torture tool and injected Qi into him. The man slowly came back to life. He raised his head and stared at Luo Tong with one eye like a sharp sword.

“Your name is Zhao Xingcheng?” Luo Tong frowned and asked.

He chuckled and said with a hoarse voice, “I’m your Grandpa Zhao Xingcheng.”

Luo Tong was not enraged. Instead, he nodded and said, “You have such a strong will that you could endure the torture and interrogation for so long. The disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect impressed me. What did Li Lan give you so that you are unwilling to surrender even if you are tortured to death?”

Zhao Xingcheng snorted.

He didn’t even have the strength to speak now.

“I heard that you have a good relationship with Ding Hao?” Luo Tong asked tentatively.

Zhao Xingcheng looked up at him and there was a trace of pride on his bruised face. Knowing Ding Hao was the greatest pride in his heart. They knew each other before Ding Hao got fame. Although what happened to them was not very pleasant, it was memorable.

Luo Tong was very perceptive, so naturally he saw Ding Xingcheng through.

When asked about Ding Hao, the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would uncontrollably show a proud look, but Zhao Xingcheng, different from them, showed that there was something that he felt much proud of. Judging from this, Luo Tong knew what Li Lan said that day was true.

A disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who had a good relationship with Ding Hao, even if his strength was only in the Great Martial Mentor Realm, was of great use to him.

“Is Ding Hao still in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?” Luo Tong asked patiently.

Zhao Xingcheng laughed with difficulty and showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. He said, “Why are you asking this? Old bastard, are you afraid?”

Luo Tong clearly felt the contempt from the disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who was as weak as an ant. As the elder of the outer River Sect, he was infuriated.