"I have," Chu Yang said hesitantly.
On the road from Qingyang Village to Xuanyuan City, he had run into a few blind-eyed petty thieves. That had also been his first time killing someone.
It was strange. He had not felt the slightest nausea or urge to vomit. Instead, he had felt a faint curiosity.
The old man continued wiping the long-handled saber in his hands. He blew on the blade and smiled. "People are killed often in our military camp. You'll get used to it soon enough.
"As for that little fellow just now, he's a descendant of the Tong family, one of Xuanyuan City's great lineages. He's a little arrogant, so don't take it to heart."
"Why would someone from the Tong family come here?" Chu Yang asked curiously.
Logically speaking, a great lineage like the Tong family should not lack cultivation resources. Their strength might not even be inferior to that of the military camp, so why would they send their descendants here?
"Our military camp may not be able to give you many cultivation resources, nor can it bring you any lofty status or power. But if you come here, you will certainly learn two things," the old man replied with a genial smile.
"What things?" Chu Yang asked.
"Bloodedness and courage." As the old man spoke, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, as though a sea of blood had descended. Boundless Malevolent Qi wrapped around him.
Chu Yang was instantly startled. He felt like a lone boat upon an endless ocean, incomparably tiny.
"That is why many descendants of great lineages come here not to cultivate, but to temper themselves." The old man burst into laughter, rose to his feet, sheathed his long-handled saber, and walked away into the wind. "Kid, you still have