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Chapter 126: Meals are provided.

Dugu Ming was quite confident in his martial arts skills. Even his uncle, the Sword Saint, had said that what he lacked was not martial arts techniques, but the accumulation of internal energy.

But even after his internal strength increased fourfold, this man in front of him could still suppress him with one hand. If he hadn't revealed his family background in time, by now—the seventh day after his death would have passed.

Therefore, he knew very well that what allowed him to survive was not the title of "Young Lord of Wushuang City," because the other party had never heard of Wushuang City. What truly allowed him to survive was the statement, "My uncle is a sword saint."

Of course, Dugu Ming was certain that the other party did not know who the Sword Saint was, but this title had piqued the other party's interest, which was why he had been able to survive until now.

"No, no, senior, what I was thinking was that you haven't had a proper rest since we've been traveling this far, and I think you need some time to rest. Besides, my uncle's sword hut is right there, and he's in seclusion and won't be leaving—I'll go prepare right away, and we'll set off immediately!"

Dugu Ming couldn't continue speaking because Zhou Ye's murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger. Just as he had said, he wasn't discussing things with him, but rather issuing a notification.

When he was leaving, Dugu Ming really wanted to call a group of people to set off with him, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he could only grit his teeth, lead out two horses, and ride with Zhou Ye toward the Sword Pavilion overnight.

Sword Pavilion isn't too far from Wushuang City, but the environments are worlds apart.

If Wushuang City is like a shiny donkey dung ball, then this Sword Hut is a shack built with feet.

"Your nephew is really filial, letting his uncle live in such conditions?"

Hearing Zhou Ye's teasing, Dugu Ming felt quite aggrieved: "My father and I did think about making this place better, but my uncle disagreed. He said that we need this kind of environment to hone our sword heart."

Zhou Ye didn't know martial arts, so he didn't understand how much the environment affected him during his seclusion. But such seclusion without any material pursuits was truly admirable. So Zhou Ye didn't just go up there directly, but instead asked Dugu Ming to go up and knock on the door.

"uncle!"

The guy's scream was incredibly mournful, as if his entire family had perished. But he only screamed once, and then he was gone.

A surge of sword energy emerged from inside the house, circled around the hut, and then returned inside. The door opened, and an old man stepped out. Without even glancing at Dugu Ming kneeling on the ground, or Zhou Ye standing to the side, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and spoke with a strong AC accent: "What happened?"

Dugu Ming knew his uncle too well. If nothing had happened, he would have been the one to suffer if he had come looking for him like this. So kneeling there silently was the best option for him.

"I asked him to bring me here."

Zhou Ye walked over, looked at Dugu Ming kneeling to one side, and chuckled, "Little Ming, you've finished your work, go back."

Okay, remember that. Try to keep a low profile in the future, because not everyone is as forgiving as I am.

Without saying a word, Dugu Ming got up and ran, then mounted his horse and disappeared in no time.

The Sword Saint glanced at Zhou Ye, then continued gazing at the sky: "I am currently in seclusion and will not be accepting disciples."

Good grief, you're quite the show-off, Sword Saint!

Zhou Ye shook his head and replied, "I didn't intend to become your disciple. I came here for a reason. You can eat one of these Blood Bodhi beads first."

The Sword Saint raised an eyebrow: "I have already passed the stage of pursuing power and skill. What I pursue now is—"

He admired him, but that didn't mean the man could keep putting on such a high-intensity act of bravado in front of him. So before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ye flashed in front of him and threw a punch.

The Sword Saint didn't dodge; instead, he blocked them with a sword aura. However, unexpectedly, the sword aura didn't stop him. So, Zhou Ye's punch landed squarely on the Sword Saint's left cheek. Because the force wasn't great, it only knocked out a few of the opponent's teeth.

The damage wasn't significant, but it enraged the Sword Saint. Instantly, countless sword energies appeared out of thin air and stabbed towards Zhou Ye. Unfortunately, each sword energy had no effect on Zhou Ye. Watching him walk towards him step by step, enduring countless sword energies, the Sword Saint's eyes widened. But just as he was about to unleash his ultimate move, Zhou Ye flashed in front of him, grabbed his neck, and stuffed a blood-red Bodhi seed into his mouth—

This person.

Did you damage your brain while training your body?

His true energy was expanding and increasing wildly. In just a few seconds, the Sword Saint found that his true energy had increased by more than five times. So, with a thought, a thick sword energy descended and pierced Zhou Ye's forehead. Unfortunately, it was still useless. When he saw his sword energy shatter and the hand gripping his neck remained motionless, the Sword Saint was somewhat desperate.

Why, why are there such unreasonable body-training methods?

But at that moment, Zhou Ye suddenly released his grip, smiled slightly at the Sword Saint whose eyes were filled with despair, and then disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Zhou Ye had almost figured out the effects of the Blood Bodhi. He was certain that the amount by which it could increase one's internal strength was directly proportional to the user's base internal strength and the level of their cultivation technique.

In this respect, the Blood Bodhi is superior to the Great Rejuvenating Elixir.

The only uncertainty now is whether it has any side effects, and if so, what those side effects would be.

Dugu Ming and the Sword Saint are Zhou Ye's current experimental subjects. He needs to stay here for a while and observe them carefully.

This thing is for family members, so we have to be careful, even a little cruel.

There was no need to force himself to endure hardship, so Zhou Ye continued to venture deeper into the continent. He finally found a town with a pleasant environment, rented a small courtyard, and settled down peacefully.

When I have free time, I often go out to eat, listen to music, and occasionally buy groceries and cook a meal myself. I live a very leisurely life.

Of course, in order to obtain experimental data more quickly, he secretly gave the five men and women the Blood Bodhi. The five men had no idea what was going on and thought that they had suddenly had an epiphany and their power had increased greatly.

Originally, he thought he could live peacefully for a while, but he didn't expect that less than a month later, a group of martial arts figures rode into the town and started demanding money without saying a word. They not only took money from the shops, but also didn't intend to let go of the residents' money.

And so, the group of people arrived at Zhou Ye's small courtyard. When they kicked the door open, Zhou Ye was just about to eat.

"Wow! That physique—" The leader's eyes lit up when he saw the tall and strong Zhou Ye: "Kid, our World Society is recruiting. It's a waste for someone with your physique to stay here. Join our World Society and build a powerful empire, how about it?"

Zhou Ye's lips twitched. Listen to what you're saying. If people didn't know better, they'd think you were recruiting followers, but if they didn't, they'd think you were recruiting a boss.

It also led to the establishment of a regional hegemony.

"OK!"

Zhou Ye nodded in agreement: "As long as you provide meals, I'll go with you after I finish eating."

He's just idling around anyway, so what's the difference where he hangs out? Of course, if the world were as dirty and chaotic as Wushuang City, he wouldn't want to stay there.

One person stayed behind to take Zhou Ye away after he finished eating, while the others went to collect the money. Zhou Ye looked on with curiosity: "Would the world be so short of money? What if I don't even get to eat after I go there?"

Those who remained laughed heartily: "Of course not. This town isn't really part of the World Society's territory, but it won't be long before it is."

Got it, just collect the money and plant the flag.

The World Society was relatively polite. Although they were forcibly collecting money, they didn't intend to empty people's pockets. They told people to hand over whatever they could. But don't forget, they were armed with sharp weapons and had menacing faces. Calling it collecting money looked more like robbery. After being frightened, they ended up taking more money than they could have.

Zhou Ye ate quickly, and the Tianxia Society team was also quick to collect the money. By the time he arrived outside the town, they had finished collecting the money. Then, Zhou Ye rode his horse and headed with them towards the Tianxia Society headquarters.

After returning from the Buddha, Xiong Ba was quite quiet for a while. Judging others by his own standards, he believed that since Zhou Ye had already arrived here and possessed extraordinary strength, he would never remain unknown. He should soon build up a force and begin to sweep across the land.

Honestly, he had already thought it through. If Zhou Ye brought people to the World Society, he would definitely not resist and would choose to join directly. But he waited and waited, and there was still no news.

Nobody even knows that such a person exists.

Could it be that the other party came specifically for the Fire Qilin, and then went back after subduing it?

While he was making various speculations, Zhou Ye followed that small team to the headquarters of the World Society. Zhou Ye was quite satisfied with the place; it was surrounded by mountains, the scenery was nice, and the hygiene was acceptable.

However, the accommodation was rather poor, as it was a sixteen-person room. To cope with this, Zhou Ye had to use some of his strength to kick out the fifteen people he was sharing the room with, turning the sixteen-person room into his own single room. He then had a large kang (heated brick bed) that was two meters wide and ten meters long all to himself, while the other side of the kang served as his dining table.

The World Society is in dire need of manpower, and countless men are either recruited or conscripted every day. Xiong Ba and the higher-ups don't care about these people at all; they are just cannon fodder. They may be here today, but they may not be here tomorrow, so there is no need to waste too much effort on them.

The ones who truly put their heart into it were the teenagers who were captured or bought. It was because of this that Zhou Ye looked at Xiong Ba with new respect, because he was quite farsighted.