The Ice Blade Young Master Who Washed Away the Mud and Filth

The Old Monk's face was lined with age, but his eyes were bright and spirited! At this moment, he was looking at Mu Rong with a smile.

Behind him followed a crowd of onlookers, men and women, old and young, all with their mouths agape, unable to close them.

Those little demon cubs with sharp claws and teeth were hiding behind the adults, peeking out their heads and looking at Mu Rong with curious eyes.

"It's you... Mu Rong."

The Old Monk stopped in front of Mu Rong, took a few sips of coarse wine, and then spat it onto Mu Rong's body.

Mu Rong was wearing a simple linen robe, but he stood there straight, his back straight, his posture like a jade tree, and he couldn't hide the extraordinary aura that emanated from him.

"Good... good."

The Old Monk laughed heartily, and the demon cubs also stopped their movements.

"Mu Rong, you and the two dog cubs have followed me through so much hardship, those thousands of years of cultivation..."

Mu Rong bowed slightly, and the Old Monk's eyes narrowed, and he heavily patted Mu Rong's head.

"Since you have entered the demon realm, Mu Rong is your master. As long as you don't dislike my demon cubs, Mu Rong will be your home from now on!"

Mu Rong looked at the kind old man in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

According to the original text, the Old Monk was a kind-hearted person who had helped San Bao ascend to the heavens, and even went to beg for others.

Now that he had ascended, this kind intention was not fake. Hmph, he now had the ability to take good care of Mu Rong's demon cubs.

"I don't dislike them."

Mu Rong slightly bowed his body and bowed.

"Master, if you can keep me, and give me a bite of your apple, I will be very touched."

"Hahaha, good! Good child!"

The Old Monk looked at Mu Rong's smiling face, and his heart was filled with joy, and the clothes on his body also relaxed.

"From now on, you will stay by Master's side, and I will never mistreat you!"

With a smile, the Old Monk waved his hand and beckoned those little demon cubs.

Mu Rong looked at the demon cubs, and they did not dare to make a sound.

"Then..."

The young man who was called the second dog cub shook his head, and a displeased look appeared on his face.

"Little... Little Brother, can you let me open my eyes and see?"

"The Old Monk's face was solemn, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow."

"Except for the Demon Blade, I haven't seen anyone else who can be called a genius in the Sword Cultivation Sect, let alone mention Sword Cultivation again."

"We are all trash. Mu Rong, you are the only one who can inherit the Sword Cultivation..."

"Tearful Swordfall, the people of Zhou City also shouted excitedly, and a trace of hope appeared in their eyes."

"Yeah, let me see."

"I heard that Sword Cultivation can be passed down, and it's finally possible!"

The Old Monk nodded slightly, but his hand trembled slightly. He paused for a few minutes before continuing to speak clearly.

"After all, the Sword Cultivation from six days ago, its meaning is to hope that a great Demon Blade will appear again."

"This is the hope of the entire world."

Mu Rong looked around the four directions, and the scene of the world he had never seen before appeared before his eyes.

The feeling that everyone looked forward to was naturally anxious, but for Mu Rong, who was being looked forward to, it was the best protection.

As long as he didn't die, his position in the Demon World would be as stable as Mount Tai.

"Okay."

Mu Rong smiled faintly and continued.

His mind was focused, and his demonic power was surging.

At that moment, a bone-chilling coldness spread from his center towards the surroundings.

The originally hot air instantly dropped, and the people of Zhou City couldn't help but shiver.

"Roar—"

The shadow of a giant ice phoenix appeared behind Mu Rong.

It wasn't that small poisonous phoenix, but a giant one as thick as an adult's thigh. Its scales were like ice crystals, emitting a dense, chilling aura.

The Ice Phoenix circled up, its cold eyes staring at everyone, emitting a terrifying roar that made people's scalps tingle.

"Ah!"

The few people in the front row couldn't help but tremble and fall to the ground.

Those small phoenixes were like a mouthful of screams, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to look at the great person.

"This... this is Sword Cultivation, right?"

The Two Beasts roared loudly, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to strike.

"Good... a good big spring!"

Old Monk's eyes widened, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He had seen many powerful spirits in his life, but most were just ordinary spirits. He had never seen one as majestic and imposing as this.

A chill ran down his spine. He felt as if a wisp of cold air had entered his body, making him feel a sharp pain all over.

"Heavenly Emperor... Heavenly Emperor..."

Old Monk took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a deeper fear.

He was pushed to the ground.

He was truly blessed by heaven.

Mu Rong retracted his spiritual energy, and the oppressive aura disappeared. The terrifying ice spirit also vanished.

Except for his slightly pale face, Mu Rong looked like an ordinary person.

"Grandpa, I'm a little tired."

Mu Rong said weakly.

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Old Monk quickly responded and hurriedly helped Mu Rong up, then waved to the crowd.

"Disperse, disperse! Don't crowd around. Let the child rest well!"

The villagers were reluctant to leave, but they also knew that it was time. They dispersed in twos and threes, still muttering about the terrifying big spring.

The Two Beasts were even more confused, as if they had just woken up from a dream. They followed Mu Rong, barking and wagging their tails.

"Child, what is your name?"

After the crowd dispersed, Old Monk knelt down, his face filled with emotion.

"Mu Rong."

"Mu Rong... Good name, great!"

Old Monk nodded his head and reached out to take Mu Rong's small, cold hand.

"Let's go, let's go back home. From now on, no one will dare to look down on you."

His big, rough hand gently held Mu Rong's small hand.

Mu Rong felt the warmth of the jade bracelet on his wrist, and a trace of nervousness flickered in his heart.

The first step, so to speak, had been taken.

As long as he could get his name on the enrollment list and enter the Jade Bone Academy, he could truly begin his path of transformation.

At this moment, he didn't know if it was Jade Little Blade or Bi Bi...

Mu Rong lowered his head, hiding the dense killing intent in his eyes.

His saliva flowed down his throat, and he walked towards that body that made people feel a sense of disgust.

He washed his face three times, until the bottom of his heart was completely clean.

Mu Rong stood in the half-human-tall mirror.

The person in the mirror was no longer the young and ignorant youth he used to be.

The icy coldness of the jade crystal shone brightly, five senses naturally converged, and a sharp edge that was not hidden was revealed.

Especially those deep, icy eyes, which exuded a chilling aura.

It was as if he had put on a layer of armor on his body, which was transformed by the number of forbidden techniques.

He put on the coarse cloth robe given by Old Monk, which was a bit rough, but it was clean.

He pushed open the door, and the scent of sandalwood entered his nostrils.

On the table were scattered grains of rice, a handful of dried vegetables, all with a faint, lingering fragrance.

Facing the clear and transparent water in the mirror, he could already smell the "delicious meal" that he could only dream of when he was young.

"I've washed up!"

Old Monk handed the prepared black bean paste to Mu Rong, and said kindly:

"Hurry up, you're still growing, you can still eat."