Very soon, another half day had passed.
In the surrounding area within two or three kilometers, the accumulated snow was completely depicted by Ding Hao.
“Little Chap Ding is really a talented monster, but his effort is even more amazing. He is able to master one-rank inscription within six days, which is based on his daily almost sleepless cultivation, others have just noticed his strength’s crazy growth, but they have not noticed sweat and hard work that Little Chap Ding has made behind the achievement.”
Even the Sword Master could not help but express his praise of Ding Hao.
“It is true that this boy is talented and willing to work hard, and he is also lucky. As long as he defeats Mu Tianyang three years later, he can make a blockbuster and become famous all over the world. Small Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and Snow Province cannot confine such a genius.” Rarely the Sabre Master did not disagree with the Sword Master.
Very soon, another 4 hours passed.
In the state of contemplation, Ding Hao depicted the inscriptions of Chinese characters on the snow. He consumed too much of his strength. At this time, he was already sweating, a pair of arms was swollen because of highly intensive exercise, and he almost lost consciousness.
Sitting cross-legged in the snow and running Qi for thirty-six large circles of vital energy, he drove out the exhaustion of the whole body.
“Since you created the Word Form and the Word Grammar by yourself, you took the road of inscriptions that belongs to you, so I won’t teach you old things anymore.” When Ding Hao recovered completely, the Sword Master said slowly, “Now what you need is to master the Word Will skillfully. I will teach you a set of Mysterious Formula of Seven Metaphysical Implications and this is a set of cultivation methods to concentrate on training consciousness specially. Day and night cultivation can make your consciousness become incomparably powerful. For an inscriptionist, the powerful consciousness can make him give the Word Will as he wishes. He is able to communicate energy between the Heaven and the Earth. Meanwhile, just like fingers and arms, it can be used to drive the strength of the inscriptions. In addition, it is also beneficial to your cultivation of the Sword Intent and the Sabre Intent.”
“Mysterious Formula of Seven Metaphysical Implications? What rank does this cultivation method belong to?” Ding Hao said with a little curiosity.
“Hahaha. If I said that it was a god-level cultivation formula, do you believe it?” The Sword Master kept Ding Hao guessing.
“Ghosts believe it.” Ding Hao gnashed the teeth, joking. The god-level cultivation formula was not the roadside cabbage, let alone Snow Province or the Northern Wilderness Domain, even in the Land of Infinity; there were not many god-level formulas. Although the origin of the Sword Master was mysterious, Ding Hao did not believe that he had mastered the god-level formula.
“Haha, it is right that you don’t believe it.” The Sword Master laughed and began to teach the cultivation method incantation of Mysterious Formula of Seven Metaphysical Implications.
Ding Hao also gave up his intention of making jokes, and remembered the cultivation method incantation carefully and fathomed it.
Until the sunset, Ding Hao could memorize the formula. Under the Sword Master’s explanation, Ding Hao could understand the formula thoroughly
This snow field outside Valley Village witnessed the young man’s hardships in his cultivation, and also witnessed the extraordinary times when a genius took the road to the strong. As it was snowing more and more heavily, Ding Hao returned to the village.
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The second day.
Ding Hao slept less than four hours last night and he used all his time to conduct cultivation. Fortunately the mental cultivation through the magic skills itself was a process of physical accomplishment. What was more, the mild and divine awareness effect from Mysterious Formula of Seven Metaphysical Implications was extremely obvious. Training for two hours was equal to 10-or-12-hour sleep.
For Ding Hao, this was a piece of very good news, implying that he could almost carry out cultivation without sleep
When Ding Hao took his breakfast, he noticed obviously some worry and nervous look in villagers’ faces.
The little girl, Gao Xue’er, looked at Ding Hao anxiously and hoped that Ding Hao could change her fate just as he said yesterday.
Ding Hao knew that it was superfluous for him to talk more, so after the breakfast, thinking for a while, he took his rusted sword out of his storage ring, waved Gao Xue’er to come to him and gave the sword to her and said, “When people in Qing River Town came later, you can show them the sword and everything would be okay.”
Finishing his words, Ding Hao left and returned to the stone building for cultivation.
Villagers in Valley Village were at a loss what to do and they stared at the rusted sword in Gao Xue’er’s hands that seemed to be got from a rubbish dump and they could not find what a rusted sword would bring about, and they did not know what mystery One Sword Qicheng was making deliberately. It should be known that today the people who were coming to the village to take Gao Xue’er away was Li Yunqi, the little genius of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Could a rusted sword that seemed to be broken at any time play a role?
Some people even wondered if One Sword Qicheng was frightened, he dared not face Li Yunqi and showed Li Yunqi a rusted sword to fool him.
Maybe One Sword Qicheng ran away before Li Yunqi came?
Gao Feng, the village chief and Gao Lin, the elder were uncertain. Pondering over the matter, they believed that there was no one who became well-known for a rusted sword, and there was no sect that was famous all over the world for its rusted sword. Why was One Sword Qicheng so sure? Furthermore, he was a master with the sabre techniques, why did he take a sword?
As a result, everyone was more worried.
Only the little girl Gao Xue’er trusted Ding Hao fully with firm eyes as she was holding the rusted sword.
Time passed slowly in people’s doubt.
Finally, the sun rose very high—
“They are coming… the people from Qing River Town are coming…” Young people on the tower shouted like ducks in a thunderstorm.
Gao Feng and others quickly climbed the ice crystal wall and looked out.
There was screaming outside the village. A team of about several hundred people came slowly from the snow-covered mountain roads. They beat gongs and drums, dressing in colored. Ten reddish coaches were tracked by all tall and strong horses and more than 40 red-armored knights were in good fettle with extraordinary manner.
They deserved to be a superpower. Valley Village could not have such an imposing manner even if it gave up the last shot in the locker.
Soon the team came to the village.
The gates had long been opened, and Gao Feng and others did not dare to neglect those people. They quickly greeted and welcomed the group into the village.
Li Yunyang who was scared to the utter by Ding Hao yesterday was also in the team and became arrogant again. He was so impatient to look for Ding Hao in the crowd and failed to find him. Li Yunyang said with a sneer, “Where is the guy as if nobody on the earth could defeat him yesterday? Ask him to come. I want to see whether or not he, as an unknown rogue cultivator, still dares to be arrogant before my fifth younger brother.”
Next to Li Yunyang was a teenager dressing in a green shirt and with a long sword hanging at the waist.
He looked about 14 or 15 years old, with a regular face and sword-shaped and slanting eyebrows. The young man was not handsome, but he, with a heroic spirit and outstanding temperament, was standing head and shoulders above others without facial expression. It could be judged that he was not a rogue cultivator but a talented disciple out of some sect.
