For the next period of time, Luo Ge practiced the Water God Style every day under the guidance of the Water God Reida.
Isolte knocked on the door in the morning and Reida let him leave in the evening. All the time in between was spent in the courtyard practicing swordsmanship, sparring, and comprehending the secrets of the art.
The scene of swordsmen's uniforms soaked with sweat has become almost a daily occurrence.
Despite the hard work, Luo Ge felt exceptionally fulfilled.
People are alive, after all.
Everyone should have dreams and aspirations.
If you don't have dreams, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?
Under such intense training, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Sword Sanctum dojo, Luo Ge and the Water God Reida stood facing each other, surrounded by quite a few onlookers— Nina, Isolte, Gino, and other disciples who had come upon hearing the news; they were almost always there every day.
As Luo Ge raised his sword and brought it down, he smoothly unleashed the essence of the Water God Style, the sword's momentum flowing like mercury across the ground in one fluid motion.
Reida her sword, the corners of her mouth curving upwards more wide than usual. "Young man, I thought your talent was already quite remarkable, but I never expected—you would still surprise me time and time again."
"He mastered one of the five great mysteries in just half a month... Impressive, truly impressive!"
"It's all thanks to the Water God's excellent teaching," Luo Ge replied modestly.
"Hehehe, young man, you really know how to talk. I love hearing things like that; you can say it more often in the future." Reida in a great mood.
She has mentored countless students in her life, but none like Luo Ge.
No matter what technique is taught, you can learn it after listening to it once and understand it after watching it once. Even though it's your first time using it, it's as if you've practiced it a thousand times—this is something I've never encountered before.
If I had to describe it in two words, it would be monster.
A monster born to live for the sword is destined to leave its mark on the entire era.
Reida didn't know was that Luo Ge's rapid progress in the Water God Style was largely due to his talent for Transparent World.
This talent not only allows one to see the essence of the world and the weaknesses of the enemy, but also to perfectly conceal one's own aura.
For the Water God Style, which emphasizes "striking after the opponent has moved," it's like having a divine eye—a natural cheat code.
After finishing their practice for the day, the two sat down on the ground.
Reida shook her head with a sigh, "Tsk tsk... If I had met you when I was young, I probably would have been just as devastated as Isolte."
"Fortunately, I'm already old and won't live much longer, so let the younger generation worry about these things."
"Yeah?"
Luo Ge tilted his head. "I think swordsmanship is pretty simple, hmm... anyone with hands can do it."
"..."
Reida was taken aback, as were Isolte and Nina beside her.
If such words came from someone else, they would probably sound arrogant and conceited, but when they came from Luo Ge, they carried a kind of matter-of-fact sincerity, as if they were an indisputable fact.
Nina, however, was already used to it.
She had long noticed that while Luo Ge sometimes said absurd things, upon closer examination, they were somehow impossible to refute.
"It's getting late, and I don't have the energy of you young people."
Let's continue tomorrow.
Reida stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders and neck.
"Yes, Lord Water God."
Luo Ge nodded, his tone very respectful.
Although he did not formally become her disciple, Reida taught him so much that she could be considered half a master to him.
After leaving the dojo, Luo Ge returned to his room and took a relaxing hot bath.
Then he buried himself in the covers and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, as the sun rose in the east, golden morning light streamed through the window and fell on the edge of the bed.
Luo Ge did not wake up naturally.
He was awakened by a sticky, warm, rough sensation.
The touch swept across my face repeatedly, carrying a slight itch.
Luo Ge groggily opened his eyes to find a large, red face covered in fine scales looming in front of him, its golden vertical pupils filled with an excited, boastful look.
" Little Red...?"
Why are you back?
Little Red was the Red Dragon cub he had found in the Red Dragon Mountains.
Over the past year, Luo Ge has spent almost all his time practicing swordsmanship and has not had much energy to take care of it. Therefore, it spends most of its time living in the Great Forest west of the Sword Sanctum and only occasionally flies back to visit him.
Little Red whimpered twice, its tail thumping loudly against the edge of the bed.
Luo Ge sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What do you want?"
Just as Luo Ge was completely bewildered by it...
Suddenly, Little Red lowered her head, picked up a bulging bag, and tossed it in front of him. Then she took a half step back, wagging her tail like a puppy begging for a reward, and making a whimpering sound in her throat.
Luo Ge glanced at the large bag.
The fabric was rough, like the cloth bag a disciple used when practicing swordsmanship. It was tied in a few knots haphazardly, and the inside was bulging as if it were stuffed full of things.
What is that?
"Is this a gift you prepared for me?"
Little Red Hong nodded frantically, her golden vertical pupils filled with anticipation. "Praise me! Praise me!"
Luo Ge was overjoyed.
I never expected my pet Red Dragon to prepare such a surprise for me. Is this the legendary joy of raising a pet?
He reached out, ready to unbutton the buttons to find out what was inside.
"Thief!"
Just then, a sudden commotion arose outside.
Shouts, footsteps, and a girl's furious curses mingled together, creating a cacophony, as if someone was being chased.
Luo Ge paused, a sudden sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
He subconsciously assumed that Little Red had caused trouble again, such as setting fire to that disciple's room.
Or perhaps they stole food from the Holy Land's kitchen.
"Stay inside. Don't wander off unless I tell you to."
He patted Little Red on the head, then closed the door and quickly walked out.
A considerable number of people had already gathered in the courtyard.
The female disciples gathered in small groups, their faces flushed, some stamping their feet, some clenching their fists, and some gritting their teeth and cursing.
Even Nina and Isolte were among them, and even Gino was standing to the side nervously wringing his hands.
Luo Ge casually stopped a passing disciple and asked, "Excuse me, what's going on here? Why is it so lively so early in the morning?"
Upon seeing him, the female disciple immediately showed a respectful expression, then indignantly explained, " Sword King! Our holy land was robbed last night! All... almost all of the female disciples' panties vanished overnight!"
"What?"
Luo Ge frowned. "Such things actually happen in the Holy Land? This is utterly lawless!"
at the same time.
Isolte and Nina were also in the crowd.
The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Yours was stolen too?"
"Um..."
Isolte nodded helplessly, while Nina's cheeks puffed up like steamed buns in anger.
That was something she'd worn for years, and some pervert just stole it without even saying a word.
Absolutely shameless!
In the midst of their conversation, the Water God Reida was fiercely questioning the Sword God Gal.
She sat opposite the head of the table, her hands resting on her knees, her expression like that of a volcano about to erupt.
" Gal man, if you don't give me an explanation, I can't stay in this Sword Sanctum any longer."
Reida's tone was eerily calm, "In all my years, this is the first time someone has stolen my personal belongings."
"I am very disappointed with the security situation in your holy land—truly disappointed."
"..."
Gal awkwardly touched his nose. The mighty Sword God had never been criticized like this to his face before, but the other party was a strong person of the same level and was in the wrong first.
Moreover, for this to happen in the Sword Sanctum is incredibly shameful.
If this isn't dealt with quickly, the Holy Land's reputation could be ruined to an unimaginable degree.
He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Ahem... Old woman, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a satisfactory explanation."
"Snort."
Reida scoffed, "That was for the best."
"Someone come here!"
"You must find the culprit and punish him severely."
Gal immediately gave orders to investigate the matter thoroughly.
Led by Nina, the female disciples began to search every room in the holy land, leaving no corner unchecked.
Standing in the crowd, listening to the chorus of curses around him, Luo Ge felt an increasingly strong sense of foreboding.
It suddenly occurred to him.
When I woke up this morning, Little Red had brought me that bulging bag...
What's inside...?
Although it was just speculation, Luo Ge already had a vague sense of foreboding.
Oh no! He swallowed hard, turned around, and rushed to his room.
He quickly closed the door and grabbed the cloth bag from the bed.
He took a deep breath and ripped open the bag.
Colorful, with various patterns and materials.
The panties were piled up like a small mountain.
"Huh?!?"
Luo Ge felt like the sky had fallen.
He stiffly turned his head to look at the Red Dragon on the bed, which was tilting its head and waving its head at him expectantly, his voice trembling. "No... you did all of this?"
"Mmm!"
The little Red Dragon nodded proudly, its tail wagging even more enthusiastically.
In its mind, Luo Ge's backpack contained something similar, and Luo Ge seemed to cherish that thing.
Therefore, it assumed its owner must really like this colorful fabric.
To please Luo Ge, it ransacked all the female disciples in the Holy Land who resembled her, not even sparing the Water God Reida's.
"Holy crap?!"
Luo Ge crouched on the ground, his hands covering his head, wishing he could just disappear on the spot.
This huge bag of evidence... Should we return it? Is it too late?
He now only hopes that everyone in the Holy Land will collectively lose their memory.
Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out how to deal with this hot potato.
Knock knock knock knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
The thing Luo Ge least wanted to happen still happened, and Luo Ge couldn't help but stiffen, as if he had been frozen in place.
His gaze slowly shifted to the wooden door that was trembling slightly, and beads of sweat slid down his temples.
I need help urgently.
What should he do?