Elder Han He Doubts His Life: Are You Here to Stock Up From Me?

At the same time.

In the courtyard of Divine Weapon Peak.

"What hard-body martial art did you teach Li Mo?"

Han He casually probed for information.

Even though he believed Murong Xiao could never lose, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy was the only way to emerge unscathed from a hundred battles.

However, Elder Shang Wu's next words nearly made Han He spray out all his tea.

"Hard-body martial art? I didn't teach him any."

"You didn't?!"

"He only opened his meridians yesterday. Where would he have found the time to learn hard-body kung fu?"

Elder Shang Wu propped her chin in her hand and yawned in utter boredom.

Han He's old face twitched.

You don't even know what kung fu your own disciple is practicing, and you dared let him go to Divine Blade Cave?

He had thought Elder Shang Wu must have prepared some trump card in order to win their wager.

And Li Mo, too.

Don't tell me he picked up some bottom-tier martial art like Iron Shirt and just started practicing it like a fool?

Just then—

"Master! Master!"

"Something terrible happened!"

Murong Xiao rushed into the courtyard, his back soaked with sweat.

Not from exhaustion, but from panic.

"Weren't you cultivating? What happened?"

Han He glanced at his disciple and frowned.

He had always felt that this disciple of his possessed a calm heart, which was why he had been at ease letting him descend to the second level of Divine Blade Cave.

Why was he now so flushed and frantic?

Divine Blade Cave was right under his nose. What major incident could possibly happen?

"Brother Li entered the third level of Divine Blade Cave!"

"Master, hurry and go save him!"

Murong Xiao said hastily.

With how anxious he looked, anyone unaware of the truth might have thought his own father had fallen into a river.

"Brother Li? Which Brother Li?"

Han He failed to react for a moment.

"The true disciple of Elder Shang Wu—Li Mo!"

Han He: "?"

Elder Shang Wu: "Huh?"

Li Mo had darted down to the third level?

The third level was where named weapons were stored.

Whether it was the killing aura left by their former wielders, or the sharp aura naturally present in Divine Blade Cave, neither was something the Blood-Qi Realm could endure.

The blacksmiths in the courtyard could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

They dealt with weapons all year round, yet many of them did not dare remain on the third level for long.

If someone in the Blood-Qi Realm went down there, he was dead for sure.

"That's not right."

"How did he get down there?"

Han He shot to his feet at once, startled and uncertain.

To reach the third level, one had to pass through the second.

A martial novice who had just entered the Blood-Qi Realm and had no body-tempering experience at all should not even have been able to make it to the second level!

But judging by Murong Xiao's expression, he clearly did not seem to be lying.

"This disciple doesn't know either..."

Murong Xiao shook his head.

"Perhaps he carries some rare treasure that can isolate him from the sharp aura."

Han He pondered for a moment and thought of that possibility.

"Nothing should happen, right?"

Shang Wu sobered up in an instant. Not entirely certain, she fished the Concentric Bell out from her robes.

The bell had not rung.

Han He said in a low voice, "The third level. I'm afraid the instant that disciple of yours went down, the killing aura seized his mind!"

"With a rare treasure on him, he might be fine for a short while..."

He had only just finished speaking.

A red shadow shot out like a meteor.

And where she had originally been standing, only a large pit remained in the ground.

"Eh? What just whooshed past?"

The inner-sect steward registering people at the entrance rubbed his eyes.

"And who are you? Register!"

"Look closely and see who this old man is!"

"Oh... it's you..."

Han He lifted his robes and followed in as well.

If a true disciple died inside the cave, even if he was an elder, he would still have to bear responsibility.

"Shang Wu, don't smash my Divine Blade Cave until it collapses!"

He shouted from behind.

It was understandable. Once, a disciple who had just entered the Inner Breath Realm had strayed into the third level of Divine Blade Cave and had his mind affected.

The speed of an Inner Scene expert was simply faster than firelight.

Truly, fire-fast.

Shang Wu had no intention of concealing her aura at all. The scorching waves of heat even drowned out the sharp aura of the weapons.

And so, on the first and second levels of Divine Blade Cave, many more martial artists appeared, trembling like quails.

In less than a moment.

Shang Wu had already reached the third level.

Yet she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Huh?"

Shang Wu's taut expression relaxed bit by bit, then gradually turned into confusion.

"Shang Wu, this time, my disciple can be considered to have saved your disciple's life."

"This favor—how do you plan to..."

Elder Han He walked down with his hands clasped behind his back.

But before he could finish speaking, the words lodged themselves in his own throat.

This elder, who had held Divine Weapon Peak for twenty years.

After seeing the scene before him.

Froze on the spot.

Earlier, he had still been thinking that he had finally made this madwoman Shang Wu owe him a favor, so in the future she would at least feel too embarrassed to come to his Divine Weapon Peak and beat the autumn wind again.

Never in ten thousand guesses had he expected this.

That he would see a sight unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The young man was sitting on a bluestone, with dozens of weapons circling around him, each one exuding an air of meek submission.

Those weapons, without exception, were all famed arms.

Every disciple who entered the inner sect was qualified to come to Divine Blade Cave and choose a weapon. If they were lucky, they could obtain the acknowledgment of a famed arm as its master.

Of course, in the end, most people could only choose a weapon from the second or first level.

For an ordinary disciple, gaining the recognition of a single famed arm was already a heaven-sized fortune.

One had to know, even most elders of the various peaks used nothing more than famed arms.

Obtaining the acknowledgment of dozens of famed arms as their master all at once?

Han He would rather believe that he, a great Inner Scene expert, had grown dim-eyed in old age and that something had gone wrong with his vision.

"Gulp—"

Han He swallowed.

"I told you, didn't I? This boy doesn't look like some brainless fool."

"He's practicing just fine."

Shang Wu gave a little snort and returned to her languid expression.

Han He was speechless.

Who was it just now who had nearly charged in and run someone over several times?

At this point, he had no time to argue with Shang Wu. He fixed his eyes on the young man surrounded by famed weapons and looked him over again and again.

Even though he had seen his share of great storms and towering waves, he still could not stop himself from doubting life.

"This boy really is practicing."

"And he's attracted dozens of famed weapons. The soldierly killing edge in this whole area is practically centered on him."

"Even someone in the Divine Observation Realm would have to weigh it carefully."

"And yet he's completely unhurt..."

Han He himself was also a master craftsman, incomparably sensitive to weapons.

But the more he understood, the more he knew just how difficult this was for someone in the Blood-Qi Realm!

"Right, old Han He."

"Doesn't your Divine Blade Cave have a rule?"

"As long as someone gains the recognition of a famed weapon, they can take it away, right?"

Shang Wu wiped the corner of her mouth, her almond eyes shining.

She did not have a famed weapon either.

Of course, that was because she had something better.

But these were dozens of them!

If she carried her precious disciple around the third floor for a few more laps, there might be even more.

Han He: "?"

Did you come here to stock up?

"You remember wrong. Each disciple can only take one weapon from Divine Blade Cave."

"That wasn't how it was before."

"Before was before. Now is now!"

"The medicinal effect of the Clear Heart Pill is almost gone."

Li Mo stopped circulating his cultivation method.

Opening his eyes, he looked toward the icy, eerie glow in the distance.

When he had pushed the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body to its limit just now, he had, in the unseen and unknowable, actually developed the faintest hint of a sensation.

That thread of sensation was very weak, but it truly did exist.

In the deeper reaches of Divine Blade Cave, something was calling to him.

"Ahem, Li Mo, you may choose one of these famed weapons to take with you."

Elder Han He's voice came from behind him.

Only then did Li Mo come back to himself, and he also noticed the two people behind him.

Elder Han He's expression was helpless.

His master, meanwhile, was staring at the weapons circling around him and drooling.

Why had they come?

"Many thanks, Elder Han He, but for now, I don't plan to choose a weapon."

Li Mo cupped his hands.

His father's greatest hobby was collecting all kinds of weapons, and he often said that even in his dreams, he wanted to possess a famed weapon.

Li Mo naturally knew how precious famed weapons were.

But the key was...

At present, he had not yet practiced any weapon techniques. He could not just casually pick a famed weapon to take away, then go choose the corresponding martial skill, could he?

"That's right, disciple. We're in no hurry."

As Shang Wu spoke, she turned back with a face full of smiles and chuckled with a tsk-tsk. "Once you can go down to the fourth floor of Divine Blade Cave in the future, we'll take our time choosing then."

"Elder Han He, wouldn't you say?"

Han He's eyelids twitched fiercely.

The fourth level—what lay inside could be counted as Divine Weapon Peak's last-resort lifeblood.

"Talk after you can get down there."

"It's only a matter of time."

Seeing that annoying old man suffer a setback, Shang Wu smugly slapped her disciple on the shoulder.

With that slap, she noticed something was off.

"Hmm? Little Mo, why have you gotten harder?"

"Guess what I came to Divine Blade Cave for."

Li Mo had a retort stuck in his throat, unsure whether to spit it out or not.

Mm, the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body cultivation method was indeed outstandingly effective.

At the very least, when he took a slap from his master now, it no longer hurt.

By his initial estimate, his physical strength was at least thirty percent greater than before—and this was only the first day of training.

It would become even stronger in the future.

"Once my physical strength rises, I'll go a little deeper."

"The thing that resonated with me probably isn't on the fourth level. It's even deeper."

Li Mo withdrew his gaze.