On Merit

Li Haoran took the jade boxes from the Void Stone. "The sect sent us with a great many supplies. I'll hand them all over to Senior Brother. Tomorrow, I'll prepare to leave for those regions shrouded in demonic qi."

Even while still aboard the Merchant Airship, he had imagined countless times how he would make his mark after arriving in Central Continent.

Now that the journey to the ruins had ended early, he had instead cast aside all his misgivings.

At that moment, he recalled his master's teachings from when he was a child: "We sword cultivators must be sincere to our hearts and sincere to our swords. All methods can be broken; from one sword, ten thousand methods are born. Your master has little hope of reaching such a realm, but Haoran, you possess that potential. When you attain such a profound realm in the future, remember to record your insights in a jade slip and burn it for your master."

Back then, a full moon had shone upon his master's profile. He clearly remembered the yearning in the man's eyes, brilliant as stars.

Having only just passed the age of childhood then, he had arrogantly declared, "Master, if this disciple achieves anything, I'll tell you about it."

Now, as if in a hazy dream of the past, his master's hearty laughter seemed to linger by his ears.

Qin Yan also took out all manner of jade boxes, and the table was soon piled high.

Ji An frowned. "Junior Brother, are you in such a hurry? Why not rest here for a few days and adjust your condition before leaving?"

"It's fine. I have my own methods of adjustment.

"If I were to face the True Demon Tribulation directly, those enemies would not leave me time to adjust. Adjusting