Lone Traveler Tian Boguang

The moment Li Hao opened the beginner's gift pack, he was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of stupid system was this? Aside from Treading Snow Without a Trace and ten years of Attribute-less Inner Force, which he could understand, he really had no idea what the rest of the stuff was for.

The items weren't much, but they were still the system's heartfelt gesture. It seemed a shame to throw them away, so Li Hao could only "reluctantly" accept them into the system space.

"Extract Treading Snow Without a Trace and the inner force," Li Hao silently thought.

A vast energy poured straight into Li Hao's body from the void, as if it were being infused into him from above. It then circulated through his extraordinary meridians and eight channels before finally entering his dantian.

The faint inner force already in his dantian instantly nearly doubled.

Yin Zhiping had studied the Quanzhen Sect's basic internal cultivation method, an orthodox Daoist method of cultivating the inner elixir. They said that mastering it could allow one to Shatter the Void and Ascend in Broad Daylight.

Li Hao didn't know if he could ascend, but he knew he could fly now.

At Grandmaster Level, Treading Snow Without a Trace made him flash through the woods like a shadow, his figure flickering like a ghost.

"Bam! Ow..." Treading Snow Without a Trace was too fast. Li Hao hadn't gotten the hang of it yet and crashed straight into the trunk of a century-old tree, startling countless birds into flight.

"Damn, speeding really isn't worth it. One little mistake and you could wreck the car and die." But Li Hao had no time to waste. It was already light out, and if he didn't get moving, Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl would probably catch up with him.

Li Hao didn't bother choosing a destination. He simply sped south.

Hmph, even I don't know where I'm going. I refuse to believe you can find me, Little Dragon Girl. Li Hao inwardly praised himself for being clever.

And so, Li Hao ran for seven whole days, day and night. When he got thirsty, he drank from mountain springs; when he got hungry, he roasted a pheasant. All in all, life was pretty pleasant.

What he didn't know was that his flight had made life miserable for the several hundred Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect.

As soon as Little Dragon Girl's acupoints were unsealed, she immediately blockaded the Quanzhen Sect's entrance and demanded that Qiu Chuji hand over Yin Zhiping.

As the Quanzhen Sect's leader, Qiu Chuji would never let a young girl threaten him. Besides, Yin Zhiping was his prized disciple. He couldn't just hand him over because she said so.

But Little Dragon Girl's side was far too intimidating. One of the Five Greats, Western Venom Ouyang Feng, was more than a match for him. All he could do was shut the gates and prevent the sect's members from coming or going, to avoid unnecessary casualties.

"Hengyang City." Li Hao stared at the three big characters on the city wall, utterly dumbfounded.

Damn, he was so fast—he'd run this far in seven days. If he entered a marathon on Blue Star, he'd be a shoo-in for world champion!

"Sir, would you like to come in and have some fun?" At the entrance to Yingchun Tower in Hengyang City, a group of women dressed in colorful finery stood upstairs, waving handkerchiefs and calling out to passersby.

The brothel keeper even hurried over and eagerly tried to pull Li Hao inside, but he shoved her away in disgust.

What kind of scene hadn't he seen back on Blue Star? When the arts and nursing schools let out for break, the long-legged beauties in high heels and black stockings outside the gates were far more impressive than this.

Never mind those. Even the low-cut tops and miniskirts at the bathhouses were hundreds of times better.

As soon as Li Hao entered Hengyang City, he found a wealthy household and borrowed some silver and gold leaves. Then he bought several sets of clothes fit for a young nobleman and paired them with a hundred-forged steel sword. As he walked down the street, he looked every bit the handsome, graceful young gentleman.

Yin Zhiping was only in his twenties, and Daoist cultivation methods had a way of preserving one's looks. He appeared to be just seventeen or eighteen, with a fresh-faced, delicate look.

"Welcome, sir. Please come in." At the entrance to Huiyan Tower, a waiter ushered Li Hao inside. The staff knew how to size people up and could naturally tell who could afford to dine there.

"Bring me one of all your signature dishes, and a pot of good wine." Li Hao tossed a silver ingot onto the table.

"Right away, sir. Please wait a moment. The food and wine will be here shortly." Li Hao's generosity delighted the waiter.

A whole table of food and wine would cost at most half an ingot. The rest, well...

"Now that's the life!" Running for his life day and night had left Li Hao exhausted in body and mind. Now that he'd finally caught his breath, it was time to relax. The only problem was that the wine was rather poor—watery and bland.

"Waiter, find me a table. I'm here to eat!" Just as Li Hao was complaining about the lousy wine, a burly man with a short saber at his waist pushed a pretty young nun inside.

"Sir, I'm very sorry, but the restaurant is full. There's nowhere—"

"Isn't that an empty seat? You don't mind if I sit here, do you, brother?" The burly man slapped his short saber down on the table, making his meaning clear.

"Suit yourself." Li Hao frowned. He wanted to keep a low profile and avoid trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it either.

With twenty years of inner force, he could be considered a first-rate martial artist in the jianghu. Add his Grandmaster Level Treading Snow Without a Trace, and if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

"Straightforward! You're a good fellow, young brother. I, Tian Boguang, would be glad to call you a friend." The burly man laughed, his rough-and-ready presence filling the room.

"Lone Traveler Tian Boguang?" Li Hao asked, puzzled.

"That would be me. You've heard of me, young brother?" Tian Boguang didn't seem surprised. Everyone in the jianghu knew the notorious Lone Traveler Tian Boguang.

"I haven't heard of you. I've seen you, though. Then this beauty must be Little Master Yi Lin?" Li Hao asked.

"I'm the nun Yi Lin. Greetings, sir." Yi Lin was just as gentle and sweet-tempered as she was in the book.

But she didn't have a good impression of Li Hao. Calling someone else a beauty right off the bat, even if it was true, came across as rather frivolous.

Everyone knew Tian Boguang, the great lecher from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. He'd kidnapped a girl, only for the protagonist to keep thwarting him for days, preventing him from getting anywhere. In the end, the girl's father had even physically castrated him.

When they watched the show, his buddies had all called Tian Boguang an idiot, a complete fool.

"The protagonist should be showing up about now," Li Hao muttered.

Just then, a handsome young man stumbled in. He was covered in wounds, dressed in a ragged gray shirt, and had a wine gourd at his waist. He leaned on a fine-steel longsword like a cane as he limped inside.

"I say, Brother Linghu, are our horoscopes at odds or something? Did you really have to keep pestering me over a little nun?" Tian Boguang said sourly as the handsome young man walked over and sat down beside him.

"Brother Tian, how can you say that? This little nun and I aren't related. Why would I fight you over her? Besides, I, Linghu Chong, am famous for loving wine and gambling. As the old saying goes, whenever you run into a nun, you're bound to lose a bet. I was trying to avoid her, so why would I come rescue her?"

"I just hit it off with Brother Tian at first sight and wanted to spar with you." Linghu Chong grinned through the pain.

It seemed the wounds on his body were no small matter.