"Wow! That kid's really ruthless, he's just hitting people in the face!"
In a devastated forest, an old man with a face swollen like a pig's head was gasping for breath in pain and complaining bitterly.
Seven equally disheveled figures lay sprawled around them, and these eight were none other than the eight patriarchs of the Confucian School.
When they were seeing off the successor of the Little Sage Manor, the other party suddenly proposed a sparring match. They were very interested in this, wanting to observe some of the Little Sage Manor's heritage from the battle.
They went to this grove to spar, and the eight of them were brutally beaten, with no chance to fight back.
And that brat kept hitting them in the face, beating them all until their heads were swollen like pigs.
"That damned brat even dared to attack this old man!"
The Confucian School elder wielding the Giant Gate Heavy Sword, whose arms had been shattered, was filled with grief and resentment. He had originally come to watch the spectacle, but unexpectedly, the fight ended up with even the two injured men being dragged over and brutally beaten.
This is absolutely terrible!
They finally realized that this wasn't some kind of friendly sparring match at all; it was just that brat getting revenge on them for the trouble they had caused for him.
"It seems that kid has no greed for our ancient swords!"
The Confucian School patriarch at the head of the group remained relatively calm. He struggled to open his swollen eyes and looked thoughtfully at the six ancient swords planted side by side in the open space not far away.
Before the fight began, they deliberately brought the six ancient swords and placed them aside, wanting to test whether the so-called successor of the Little Sage Manor was really deceiving them, or whether the other party's previous words were simply for the sake of obtaining their Confucian School ancient swords.
After all, even Wang Hao couldn't resist trying to snatch it, which shows that their Confucian School- inherited ancient sword must have something unique about it, and it's inevitable that it would breed greed.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Jing Tianming didn't even glance at the six Sword One. Even after he had beaten them to the ground and had a clear opportunity to take the swords away, he remained unmoved.
Therefore, the credibility of what was said earlier is very high.
"Hey! Even we Confucian School sometimes have times when we can't afford to give gifts!"
A Confucian School elder lay dejectedly on the ground. They had prepared many rare treasures to give to Jing Tianming in hopes of building a good relationship, but who would have thought that the other party would avoid those treasures as if they were snakes and scorpions, and even tell him to "get lost"!
Clearly, they disliked the fact that their treasures also carried a great deal of Karmic Cause and Effect, which shows just how serious their Confucian School problems were.
What the eight Confucian School patriarchs didn't know was that Wang Hao, upon his departure, was heartbroken.
You should know that if he just nodded, he could obtain a large number of rare treasures, and if he were ruthless, he could even take the remaining six ancient swords and kill the eight Confucian School patriarchs.
As a well-rounded young man of the new era, he deeply understands the importance of sustainable development. Rather than a one-off deal, he hopes to continuously benefit from Confucian School.
Moreover, his future reform plans would require the strong support of Confucian School. If those eight old guys were eliminated, the Confucian School school would be thrown into chaos, which would seriously slow down his plans.
So in the end, he just took the opportunity to beat those eight old guys up to vent his anger.
After running for hundreds of miles, Wang Hao decisively changed his face and body, and then headed straight for the grassland martial arts world.
It's time to go and fool the martial arts world of the grasslands!
He had long wanted to go to the martial arts world of the grasslands, because there was a tradition of cultivating the three souls there.
Although he acquired many cultivation techniques during this period, none of them involved the cultivation of the three souls.
The inheritance he received from the Patriarch Red Sun had significant hidden dangers and lacked the most basic elements, so even if he activated his Dao Comprehension Function, he would not be able to deduce a suitable cultivation method.
Therefore, he has not activated the Soul attribute for so long.
The ultimate goal of this trip is to travel to the Esoteric Sect Ancestral Land, meet their Living Buddha, and receive the lineage in this field.
However, the information obtained from the Patriarch Red Sun indicated that the Living Buddha's strength was too terrifying, even making the eight Confucian School Ancestors wary.
Therefore, he really didn't dare to go there before he had sufficient strength.
But things are different now!
Sensing the two ancient swords floating within his Spirit Sea Space, Wang Hao felt a surge of confidence.
The Confucian School once clashed with the Esoteric Sect Living Buddha. Although the Living Buddha's methods were extraordinary, the Confucian School was able to withstand them with the Kamui of the ancient sword, and at least they were able to protect themselves.
It is precisely because of this that Confucian School was able to suppress Tantric Esoteric Sect and, consequently, the entire martial arts world of the grasslands.
Now that he has two ancient swords, he has enough to deal with the Living Buddha's methods.
As they traveled, Wang Hao soon entered the territory of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands. He then underwent another transformation, becoming a young monk with rosy lips, white teeth, and fair skin, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He also changed his clothes.
If any gaming enthusiasts were here, they would surely recognize this as the image of the Shengxiu from the Demon-Subduing Song".
This was something he had planned long ago; now he was simply putting it into practice.
Wang Hao did not immediately go to the Five Wheels Temple of the Long Ling Little Lama, but instead traveled around the area, observing the alien tribes.
"It seems my thinking was correct after all. Ordinary herders aren't inherently bad; they've just been corrupted by those foreign nobles."
After visiting three or four tribes, Wang Hao confirmed his previous guess.
During this period, most ordinary people were of simple and honest character. No one was born cruel and vicious. They were simply led by the nobles and high-ranking officials to unleash their lustful and evil desires, which led to those shocking tragedies.
The same applies to ordinary people among the nomadic tribes of the grasslands. It seems that nobility is a useless thing that does more harm than good, no matter where it is. In particular, the nobles and high-ranking members of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands are basically unrestrained, and are like local tyrants, which makes them even more Wutian.
They even ruthlessly exploit the herders and ordinary people themselves, which is extremely bloody and cruel.
Of course, Wang Hao only sighed and didn't intend to pay any more attention to it.
After all, this isn't the Huaxia nation, and he's not some saintly hypocrite; he has no interest in meddling in the affairs of foreign races.
"The grasslands are truly a chaotic world without any rules!"
After crossing a hill, Wang Hao looked at the distant alien tribe, where thick smoke billowed and the place was shrouded in deathly silence. Even from miles away, he could smell the strong stench of blood.
A massacre had just taken place here. All the able-bodied men in the tribe who dared to resist were slaughtered, and all the elderly were also killed. The enemy only took the women and children.
Women were used for pleasure, while children were trained to be their own warriors.
This kind of thing is very common on the grasslands. Many tribes fight each other. Weak tribes are swallowed up by strong tribes, and strong tribes are sometimes scattered and then broken up into multiple small tribes.
Such separations and reunions have become almost the norm, and no one cares about the civilians who die because of them.
"Senior, are you perhaps the Venerable Buddha, one of the Tribulation Lords of the Ten Directions the Heavenly Demon Sacred Cult Shengxiu Sect?"
A clear voice came from behind. Two figures appeared behind them at some point, one large and one small. The larger one was ten feet tall, extremely burly, and in no way inferior to Wang Hao's true form.
The smaller one is a young lama, who looks to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.
These two were none other than the long-lost disciples, the young Long Ling Longling and the High Person Longxiang.
They had already dispatched disciples to keep watch at various entrances and exits of the grassland, so that they would be notified immediately if anyone matching their description arrived. That's why they were able to find them so quickly.
Following Wang Hao's gaze, the young Long Ling Longling and the High Person Longxiang looked at the ruins of the tribe engulfed in thick smoke and flames. Their expressions were grim, fearing that they might leave a bad impression on this great Buddha.
"I was originally planning to travel around your grasslands, but now it seems unnecessary. Let's go to the Esoteric Sect Ancestral Land!"
With a sigh, Wang Hao used his lightness skill to fly rapidly towards the Esoteric Sect Ancestral Land.
The two young Long Ling and his companion, looked even more displeased, but they dared not say anything more. The High Person Longxiang lifted Long Ling young lama Longling up and placed him on his broad shoulders, then quickly chased after Wang Hao was walking ahead.
The Long Ling Longling's current cultivation level is insufficient, making it impossible for him to keep up with Wang Hao's advance.
However, High Person Longxiang had somehow become Xiantian Grandmaster. Although he was only at the Early Innate, he was still quite remarkable, at least able to barely keep up with Wang Hao's pace.
The three of them continued their journey quickly, and three days later they finally arrived at a Great Snow Mountain that was completely covered by thick snow.
Looking from the foot of the mountain, one can vaguely see a magnificent temple on the mountaintop, which is the Esoteric Sect Ancestral Land and the residence of successive Living Buddhas.
Meanwhile, the Esoteric Sect masters who had received the news were already waiting at the mountain gate, and the ten leaders were all peerless masters at the Peak Innate.
Looking at the ten old lamas opposite him, Wang Hao thought to himself, "Just as I expected."
He wouldn't completely believe the information he received from the Patriarch Red Sun that day. As a force that assisted the nomadic tribes of the grasslands in their repeated invasions of Huaxia, it couldn't possibly be much weaker than the Confucian School school. How could it only have a few Innate experts?
Just like the Central Plains, if Wang Hao hadn't used various aliases to deceive people, they really wouldn't have known that so many Innate powerhouses and peerless masters at the Peak Innate the innate realm were hidden in the Central Plains.
The same is likely true of the martial arts world on the grasslands, and as the only powerful force in the grassland martial arts world, the depth and strength of the Esoteric Sect are self-evident.
When he arrived, he had Xiao Mengmeng use the Treasure-Seeking Function to investigate. There were a total of twenty-seven peerless masters at the peak of the Peak Innate on the entire Great Snow Mountain, and there were even more than a hundred at the Middle Innate and Late-stage Innate.
As for those at the Early Innate, there are even more of them, presumably because they achieved their breakthrough through the secret techniques he spread using those pseudonyms.
" Amitabha Buddha, Shengxiu greets you all!"
Wang Hao chanted a Buddhist prayer in slightly broken grassland language.
He had crammed on the languages and scripts of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands with the Long Ling Longling, so he was able to communicate.
" Amitabha Buddha! We have failed to greet you properly; we hope our Shengxiu Master will forgive us!"
The ten elderly lamas returned the greeting politely, and were very pleased that Wang Hao communicated in their grassland language.
When they learned from Long Ling that the Shengxiu, the head of the Eight Legions of the Tianzhu Buddhist Order, was coming to exchange Buddhist knowledge and that the other party was also bringing most of the Tathagata Divine Palm inheritance, they were overjoyed. They even went to study Tianzhu languages diligently for this reason.
However, due to time constraints, they are still not very proficient in using that Tianzhu language.
Fortunately, this Shengxiu master took the initiative to communicate in their steppe language, which, although a little awkward, was still very commendable.
More importantly, this behavior represents respect, a respect for their Esoteric Sect.