Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 467 - Change

Chapter 467 Change

Ding Hao benefited a lot from practicing inscriptions, refining elixirs and casting.
Inscriptions could help him increase his power several times in some specific environments, and it could also change the environment. Ding Hao relied on inscriptions to contend in the battle with “Three Sovereigns of Ning Province” outside the Giant Holy City, and with Ning Xiaohu in the military depot of the ancient city. In those battles he had the absolute advantage.
Refining elixirs made Ding Hao familiar with the characteristics of various herbs. He could rely on that to help friends and heal himself. The most important thing was that in the world where elixir pharmacists and various kinds of elixirs were extremely precious, an elixir pharmacist had wealth and power. Ding Hao had made a lot of money with elixirs. The “Heavenly World” shop in the business district of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was still providing Ding Hao with money.
The direct benefit of casting was that Ding Hao could create the most suitable weapons for himself. Things like storage rings, Black Lightning, and magical motorcycles were all valuable. Mastering casting, Ding Hao would never be restrained in terms of equipment and external forces.
But Ding Hao had a clear understanding.
All three were auxiliaries.
What really mattered was the strength.
Before entering the Sage Battlefield, Ding Hao had gradually realized that problem.
He had already begun to think about how to balance the relationship between the four. That day, Sword Master and Saber Master also made similar suggestions, which showed that his thought was correct. With his Qi cultivation about to enter the next realm, he couldn’t spend the same amount of energy to practice those four as before.
After all, one’s time was limited.
Even if Ding Hao had mastered such a profound skill like the “Invincible Fighting Method” among which the “Mind Essential” allowed Ding Hao to only need a small amount of rest time every day to keep a perfect state of mind. But even if he never slept, a day didn’t go beyond twenty-four hours. Even if all of it was used for cultivation, the four skills would become unreasonably complex when trying to keep up with all skills at the same time.
When cultivation was miscellaneous but not sophisticated, it may not have much influence when facing ordinary warriors.
However, when facing real superiors, it would show great disadvantages, and it might become Ding Hao’s weakness, which would eventually be infinitely amplified.
“Well, I see. From now on, there is a choice.”
Ding Hao thought and he quickly made a decision.
“From now on, I’ll major in the “Invincible Fighting Method” and the methods of sword and saber. I’ll place improving combat skills in the first place.
“And I’ll treat refining elixirs, inscriptions and casting as auxiliary means,” Ding Hao said.
“That’s a good decision. Meanwhile, you have to realize that, as a Saintly Being of Saber and Sword, you’ll have a bright future in the way of cultivating swords and sabers. Every truly powerful genius would follow his own martial arts path and will create his own tricks. “Seven Black Cut” was just a beginning, which had opened the door to the way of the Emperor. Little Chap Ding, you still have to stick to your own way of fighting instead of blindly following others!”
Saber Master said earnestly.
Ding Hao nodded.
That conversation lasted for a long time.
Those two old monsters passed on many of their experiences and opinions to Ding Hao without reservation. Since the two dared to claim to be the master of swords and sabers respectively, they did share a vision, that common people could not reach the peak in the practice of swords and sabers. When they were talking pleasantly, they guided Ding Hao to reorganize the “Seven Black Cut,” a set of cutting methods created by Ding Hao himself and was generously praised by the two old monsters.
“In the most common moves, the most powerful force is hidden. As the old saying goes, ‘the actual sword method lies not on the sword per se; it lies on the strength of the swordsman’. This is a right path!”
“Everything looks similar. If you can exert the ‘Seven Black Cut’ to the extreme, you may be among the people with god-level combat skills!”
Next, Ding Hao stayed at the military depot of the ancient city for three days.
In addition to practicing Saber and Sword Intents, Ding Hao also paid attention to primordial inscriptions in the ancient city.
He had a preliminary understanding of the primordial inscriptions, but it wasn’t profound. To survive in the Sage Battlefield for more than four months, the primordial inscriptions were amazing tricks. Ding Hao had a feeling that he would use that method in the near future.
Qin Keyi also stayed.
He was smart, knowing that it was currently very dangerous outside. “Scar of Heaven” Ning Huxiao was waiting outside; If he went out, he was doomed to die. So he made up his mind to follow Ding Hao, at least he was safe at the moment.
Ai Qing, however, had no choice but to let go of all his dignity and obediently act as a temporary servant for Ding Hao.
Ding Hao didn’t drive away that b*tch. After all Ai Qing was an excellent disciple of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship in Sword Province; plus, he knew a lot of secrets of the sect. Since Ding Hao was sure that he would confront that sect, he had to get to know them first, his enemies. In the recent few days, he dragged a lot of information out of Ai Qing.
During that time, Ding Hao took the time to go out once.
He recalled Tian Neng, Li Ting, and the other three back, who were in the cave hundreds of kilometers away.
During that process, Ding Hao carefully looked around the ancient city’s military depot.
He was sure that Ning Huxiao was still there, because Ding Hao sensed the breath left by Ning Huxiao on several abandoned warships floating in the void with his “Mind Essential” awareness. Apparently those horrible enemies were regularly changing their positions to watch the military depot of the ancient city.
Ding Hao didn’t dare to relax.
Once out of the military depot, without the suppression of the primordial inscriptions, Ning Huxiao’s strength would return to the Half-Step Martial Emperor realm, and his full-blown “Scar of Heaven” was still terrifying. The chance to defeat him outside was not big. Compared with the Half-Step Martial Emperor Qi, the Half-Step Martial Emperor body was still slightly weaker; that also explained why the physical training had little influence in that world.
“Keeping this scourge is a bad idea after all. I need to find a way to kill him!” Ding Hao thought.
Ding Hao had an absolute advantage in the aspect of Divine Awareness. He felt that he could make use of it.
Time flew away quickly.
Ding Hao and the others had been stationed for ten days in the ancient city’s military depot.
On the tenth day, Ding Hao had finally succeeded in impacting the “Shen Zang” aperture, the second aperture of the “Yangming Sixth Channel of Hand” and entered the realm of the two-apertured great grandmaster. His combat power was sharply increased. That way, he was more confident in implementing the next plan.
Tian Neng, Li Ting and the others had also made progress in their cultivation.
Ximen Qianxue was still unconscious.
However, with the daily nourishment of Ding Hao’s Heaven Fire Qi and the milky white liquid, she would not die. The even better news was that her broken dantian, the Qi channel in her body, was recovering little by little. The vitality had become very strong, which could match the superiors in the primordial grandmaster realm.
That showed Ding Hao’s thoughtful care; Ximen Qianxue’s body had completely recovered.
Since all she needed was a “Lingxi Heart Pill” to awaken her sleeping spirit.
Out of nowhere.
“Meow, are you sure that there’s no danger this way?”
Evil Moon grinned. Its white hair was burnt black and the tail had almost been cut off. With one of its wings drooping behind, he looked at the two forks in front of him secretly and asked the black and strong boy beside him.
The black and strong boy seemed to be at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he had an ordinary look.
He wore a feather helmet, was topless, with strong muscles full with explosiveness and violent beauty. There were scary scars, old and new, some of which were still bleeding, on his body. A five-finger wide black belt was tied around his waist; beneath were peg-tops combat trousers and boots made from animal skin. A long black iron sword of about 4 meters in length was worn on the waist. The sword was heavy and it was four- fingers wide. A huge jade-colored gem was inserted between the handle and the blade, with a faint strange power spreading out!
If Ding Hao and the others were present, they wouldn’t recognize him. He was the ordinary young hunter, Zhang Fan.
At that moment, Zhang Fan was filled with a wild evil Qi, like a barbaric War God. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he was full of brilliance, as if a ray of sharp blade light escaped from his pupils.
When looking closely, his body was shrouded in monochromatic red flames. That was the sign of cultivating the physical strength to the extreme. The blood in his body rolled and transformed into red flames covering the exterior. He was like a dragon or a giant god bursting with vitality.
For more than a year, he had been completely reborn.
Although his Qi cultivation was still in the Great Martial Mentor realm, Zhang Fan gave people a touch of a dangerous feeling. Even a superior at the Great Grandmaster realm would be frightened by him. The giant black word seemed ready to destroy everything.
Hearing what Evil Moon said, Zhang Fan scratched his head subconsciously and said, “Um… Maybe is this way?”
Evil Moon sighed helplessly and said, “Little hunter, can you please be more reliable? After all, you’re from Baiman Mountain. Why do you always lead us to an impasse? Last time you said there was no danger to the left. As a result, we broke into the home of dragon elephants, and we were almost trampled into pieces. Another time before that, you said that there was no danger to the right. As a result, we were surrounded by a group of crowned vultures after walking less than a thousand meters, and my wings were almost torn off. It was also you who went the wrong way and we almost ended being roasted into jerky by Fire Dogs with the True Fire…”
Zhang Fan grinned and said nothing more.
Evil Moon gritted his teeth and said, “F*ck, I can’t blame others for being an idiot myself. How… how about you throwing a branch, and we go where the broken side points.”
Zhang Fan nodded obediently, then snapped a branch from a tree and threw it to the ground.
The broken side pointed to the east.
When Zhang Fan was about to go to the east, Evil Moon suddenly jumped up and said, “Haha, this time I decided to go in the opposite direction according to the experience I have learned before. As long as I go in the opposite direction of your choice, it will be okay. Haha, let’s go…”
Zhang Fan was speechless, and he had to follow Evil Moon to the west.
Ten minutes later.
One person and one cat fled back like outcasts; they were followed by a group of mad beasts chasing their asses…
“Oh, this is unreasonable. I went the opposite of what you chose. Why were we still chased by beasts, especially fierce beasts…? They almost killed me…” Evil Moon screamed. It grew to a massive size and Zhang Fan sat on its back with the big black saber.
“Ah, Zhang Fan, your saber is so heavy, throw it away…”
“My wings are almost worn out…”
“What do these beats want to do? I only swallowed one of their cubs. Do they really need to be so desperate?”
“Huh… I finally got rid of these little stings!”
“I’m so tired!”
“Oh? What’s that ahead of us? A battleship floating in the sky? It looks good. Meow, look at it, there’s an ancient city in the distance… why do I seem to sense a familiar smell…”
When they escaped, Evil Moon looked up and suddenly saw some wrecks of old warships floating in the sky. Further away, there was the outline of a castle.