Start from a baby to become a Taoist

Chapter 394, Section 402: The Heavenly Demon Lord

It wasn't just Xu Ran, the person involved, who was shocked; another person involved, a bald man with bronze skin, was also shocked.

His thick finger pointed at Xu Ran, surrounded by a wisp of dark red mist.

The boundless pressure emanating from him, originally as imposing as Mount Tai, spread outwards, compressing the space itself to the point of distortion.

result.

When Xu Ran gripped the silver iron sword in his backhand and easily shattered the terrifying sword intent unleashed by the blood-red iron sword, the aura of a demon lord from the heavens vanished completely.

All that remained was endless silence!
"How can it be!"

The bald man's eyes trembled incessantly, the shock emanating from them lingering for a long time.

He never expected that the ordinary silver iron sword in Xu Ran's hand would be the key to passing the sword technique trial!
Although, throughout the entire trial, only this silver iron sword was the most complete, and its aura was very clean.

However, this weapon, made from the most ordinary black iron, no matter how strange it may be, still has its basic structure.

How strong can an iron sword forged from black iron be?
That's exactly what the bald man was thinking, which is why he ruled out the Silver Iron Sword at the first opportunity.

in fact.

Most importantly, the bald man and the sword immortal were not from the same era. Even if he had heard about the sword immortal's deeds, he had never actually met the sword immortal in person, let alone knew about the sword immortal's life before he became the sword immortal.

If he knew that before becoming a sword immortal, he always carried an ordinary silver iron sword, he would quickly realize this crucial point.

But a pity.

The bald man, who had finally figured it out, was still in shock.

Simultaneously.

The blood-red iron sword, hundreds of feet in size, trembled slightly when the true pressure of the silver iron sword was released.

For a while.

The entire arena trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck, and began to shake incessantly. The surrounding area was even threatened with destruction by the intense tremors!
Feeling a strong tremor, Xu Ran stood up, holding the silver iron sword in his hand, and looked down.

The current Silver Iron Sword is somewhat different from the original one.

I saw.

A thin layer of white mist swirled around the sword. This mist was extremely pure, like something emerging from the mud unsullied, with no impurity able to get close to it.

Sensing the purity within this silver-light iron sword, even amidst such intense vibrations, Xu Ran's lips curled into a smile.

"This is the true intent of the sword!"

Xu Ran murmured softly.

at the same time.

The silver iron sword, emitting a faint white glow, had white light surrounding it that drifted slowly from the blade towards the hilt.

This process is neither fast nor slow.

Ten breaths later, the white light had already reached the hilt of the sword.

Xu Ran stared at the white light that was moving toward him, but did not resist at all. Instead, he felt a little bit of anticipation for some reason.

He hoped that the faint white light would touch his hand.

As expected, things turned out exactly as Xu Ran had hoped.

When the white light reached the hilt of the sword, it went directly toward Xu Ran's small, tender hand.

"hiss--"

Not long after.

When the white light touched Xu Ran's tender little hand, an icy sensation that spread throughout his body instantly swept over him.

Before he knew what had happened, a scene appeared in Xu Ran's eyes in the blink of an eye.

It was a child even thinner than him, standing on the yellow earth, his upper body bare, with several scars on his back.

These scars appear to be from being hit with a wooden stick.

and.

This young child looked much older than Xu Ran, but he was very thin and his bones were clearly visible through his skin. His whole body was dark and looked malnourished.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

The gaunt little boy was panting heavily, while constantly waving the wooden stick in his hand.

This wooden stick is perfectly straight, like a naturally sculpted iron sword.

"Hey!"

"what!"

"prick!"

"prick!"

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With each swing of the little boy's arm, beads of sweat were clearly visible on his forehead!

He was so thin and clearly malnourished. It would be strange if he didn't get tired doing this kind of exercise under such circumstances.

Moreover, if he continues to train like this without replenishing his body with high-nutrition foods, he will soon die from exhaustion.

Xu Ran stared blankly at the thin, dark-skinned boy, wanting to help him, but he was held in place by an unnamed force, unable to move or even speak!
And so, this thin little boy swung his wooden stick from daytime until nightfall.

During this time, people dressed in animal skins kept passing by him, and each one of them would make a sarcastic remark.

"Hey, you've been training all day again. Are you sure you're making up for it with the food you eat?"

"Have you eaten all the food in your house?"

"Why aren't you going hunting? All you do is engage in these pointless activities!"

"If your dead parents knew you were still practicing your so-called swordsmanship, they might be so angry they'd come back to life!"

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of course.

Among those who passed by, many were encouraging him.

"If you're tired, take a rest!"

"This is the little bit of coarse rice we have left over. You can take it home and eat it!"

"This is a field mouse that we just caught from the field. It's delicious. Here's one of its legs for you!"

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These people who encouraged him would leave something on the ground to give him energy when they passed by.

but.

Those things couldn't replenish what he consumed in a day.

at last.

The sky, like a black curtain, quickly darkened.

Seeing this, the little boy put away his stick, picked up the things left behind by the passerby, and walked off to who-knows-where.

As they passed by several houses, the little boy would kneel on the ground and kowtow several times to the people inside. Presumably, these were the families who had left him things.

Xu Ran followed the little boy's steps and walked onto the dark path.

Although, for the little boy, the environment before him might be very dark.

But for Xu Ran, this environment was no different from daytime.

He followed the little boy, and every time he kowtowed, he would look ahead.

I saw.

In front of each of these houses, there are three shallow pits.

These small dents were just right to fit the little boy's knees and forehead!
"It seems that this little boy has been kowtowing to these families for a long time, and he's even left marks on his forehead!"

Looking at the little boy walking in the darkness, Xu Ran couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

To know.

In such a place, countless people pass through the path every day. Who knows, if you're not careful, the loud bangs you made on the ground the day before might be gone the next day.

There are three small pits in front of almost every house. You can imagine how long this little boy has persisted in doing this!
"And perseverance!"

Xu Ran watched the little boy's retreating figure, muttered something under his breath, and then continued to follow him.

Not long after, the little boy stopped in the dark passage.

Xu Ran looked up and saw a simple thatched hut, so simple it couldn't be simpler.

"Squeak!"

The little boy pushed open the wooden door, which didn't even have a lock, and a sound of disrepair came out.

The little boy stepped over the threshold and went inside, and Xu Ran's gaze followed him into the room. As soon as Xu Ran entered the room, his eyes widened in surprise.

The entire thatched hut was very small, probably only big enough for one person to live in, with only a bed made of thatched straw.

The sleeping quarters were extremely basic.

However, looking around at the walls made of mud, one sees...

Those were dense, white scratches, crooked and twisted, like a naive child just learning to write, only able to copy the strokes.

The little boy returned to his room and placed the things that others had given him on the floor, taking up almost half of the space where he slept.

"call!"

He let out a long breath, his hand tightly gripping the wooden stick that had always been with him.

Sudden.

His gaze sharpened, his eyes radiating unwavering determination.

"prick!"

Immediately, he shouted, gripped the wooden stick in his hand, and thrust it fiercely towards the wall.

All of a sudden.

A pure sword intent burst forth from that thin and fragile wooden stick.

Sensing this sword intent, Xu Ran's eyes widened suddenly.

"This is the sword intent contained within the silver-light iron sword!"

That's right.

This sword intent is the same sword intent contained within the silver-light iron sword during the trial.

However, compared to the two, what the little boy released was too immature and lacked power, unable to be concentrated at a single point.

As the little boy shouted, another white scratch appeared on the wall.

He stared at the newly appeared scratch.

"Hmm! My sword intent will soon be fully mastered!"

Suddenly.

A childish voice rang out; it was the little boy's voice.

"Once my sword intent is fully mastered, I will be able to go hunting on my own, and then I won't have to depend on others anymore!"

"When that time comes, I will repay those who helped me a hundredfold!"

His youthful face revealed a resolute expression, as if he could definitely do what he said!

Hearing these words, Xu Ran looked at the little boy, then looked down at the silver iron sword in his hand and murmured.

"It's obvious you've done it!"

There's no need to guess anymore.

The moment the little boy left a scratch on the wall, it was clear that he was the true owner of the silver iron sword!

If someone couldn't even achieve a fully mastered level of sword intent, then they wouldn't be able to appear in the nine-story tower.

Just as Xu Ran was feeling sentimental.

Suddenly, the scene changes.

It was still that dark-skinned little boy.

However, he has grown considerably taller than before, which suggests that several years have passed.

It was still the same place where we practiced swordsmanship, and it was still that same wooden stick.

This time, compared to the beginning, the speed and fluidity of his sword swings were self-evident.

Each swing of the sword leaves a faint white trail in the air.

Passersby who witnessed this scene couldn't help but show expressions of envy.

"I didn't expect him to have mastered swordsmanship so quickly!"

"He's a genius!"

"Who was it that mocked him every day at the beginning? Now look at him, his sword intent has reached its peak, and he can hunt prey of any size!"

"I'm so envious!"

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People around him were talking, but he ignored them as he was practicing his swordsmanship.

Sudden.

The screen changed again.

"boom--"

The little boy threw the goat off his shoulder to the ground.

There was a sharp cut on the neck of the goat, and the blood had long since drained away. When it was thrown to the ground, it raised a cloud of dust.

The people around were still the same group, and each of them had an envious look on their face.

"This sheep is a gift from me to everyone. Thank you all for taking care of me before. I'll treat you to all the food from now on!"

The little boy's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Some people's faces showed excitement, while others' faces showed jealousy.

However, despite his jealousy, he didn't take any action.

Suddenly.

A burst of cheerful laughter echoed around them.

The next moment, the scene shifts again.

It was still at that place where we practiced swordsmanship.

However, this time was somewhat different.

In the darkness, flames rose everywhere, illuminating the originally pitch-black sky.

A burst of flames erupted, accompanied by shouts of people.

"help!"

"help!"

"help!"

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Hundreds of people ran toward the spot where the little boy was practicing his sword.

It's simply because there is peace and tranquility in that place.

"Ouch!!"

"Ouch!!"

"Ouch!!"

"Ouch!!"

"."

Simultaneously.

Amidst the cries for help, the howls of wolves echoed from not far away.

Moreover, each wolf howl gets louder and louder.

This means that the wolf pack is getting closer and closer to this place.

The little boy stood on the open ground, holding a silver iron sword, protecting a group of men, women, and children behind him. In front of him was a large group of people.

Although several years had passed, the group of people standing in front of the little boy looked very familiar to Xu Ran.

Without a doubt, these were all people he had mocked when he was practicing swordsmanship.

The little boy simply held the silver iron sword upright in front of him, and the group of people who had been itching to attack immediately stopped their plans.

"I won't make a move as long as you don't come near; otherwise, don't blame me for dying by my sword!"

His voice was extremely domineering, and he showed no fear whatsoever towards the wolf pack that was about to arrive.

indeed.

He has the capital.

The silver iron sword he was holding now looked exactly the same as the one Xu Ran was holding.

However, the aura emanating from its sword was completely different!
(End of this chapter)