Shi Lang did not care about anything outside the cave, he sat down in meditation and began to comprehend Dao Laws of slaughter and sword. His killing intent was raging wildly so he decided to use this chance to his advantage. While he was comprehending Dao like a monster, the Martial Spirit hall was embroiled with news of his stand.
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Elder Jian Hu was sitting next to Elder Qui, outside Shi Lang's cave. The latter said, "You don't have to stay here, Senior Brother. I will not harm him."
Elder Jian Hu, also known as Elder San, shook his head and said, "I am here to save you all from him. You have no idea what this guy is capable of."
Elder Qui furrowed his brows and said, "Aren't you exaggerating a bit too much? That guy is the disciple of His Excellency and not his Excellency himself."
Elder San shook his head and said, "He finished the samsara array within three days. Can you?"
Elder Qui opened her eyes wide and asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Three days. How is that possible?"
Elder San shrugged and replied calmly, "I have no idea, but I witnessed it. There is no way he could have cheated his way through, even the sect master could not let alone this child. However, one thing you should know, he comprehended the unity of man and Dao. His potential is unfathomable. Your rashness could become the sole reason for him to turn away from the sword hall."
Elder Qui wiped the non existent cold sweat on his face and said, "I am worried about the Hall Master. Yama will be in deep shit right now."
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Deacon Yama took a deep breath after he finished talking as he knelt before an old man. The old man looked at Deacon Yama with a cold gaze, his eyes were radiating a sharp aura that could turn anything to shreds. He looked at Deacon Yama and said, "How many times have you been told that your temper would be the dawn of your misfortune?"
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Deacon Yama did not reply but kept his head down on the ground. The person before him was the Sword Elder. This guy was the strongest sword practitioner in the Martial Spirit Hall after the sect master. Although his cultivation base was at the peak of the Dao Emperor, his sword cultivation was also very high. Deacon Yama did not dare to say anything before him.
The sword elder cleared his throat and said, "He has the potential to reach the Sword Emperor realm. Look at his cultivation and you will understand. Why does he have to walk the path of a spear artist? What benefit is there?"
Elder San looked at the old man and said, "If you could understand that, this child would have been your disciple and not His Excellency's. Do not push him, if he refuses, walk away, and you might have a chance to be amiable with him."
The old man stroked his beard and said after some thought, "I will ask him sincerely if he would like to join. As long as he can keep up with the realm progression target, I will not barre his other paths."
Elder San shook his head and replied, "When he comes out this time, he would have to go to the Alchemy Hall. You probably don't know, but he is the golden disciple of the Alchemy Hall. He is a tribulation pill refiner."
The sword elder sucked in a deep breath. He clenched his fists as his eyes turned golden. However, he did not say anything. The two elders stayed there watching the cave, and the disciples did not dare to approach Shi Lang's cave, because they were scared by Elder San's cold gaze.
He was not doing anything to gain favor with the Holy Elder, but he wanted to see Shi Lang walk his own path. Elder San came from nothing, He had always been looking out for those like himself. Shi Lang had come this far and now he had such a huge wound in his heart that only hatred and revenge seemed to be his motivation.
However, after he watched everything that Holy Elder showed him while testing the Terran made him realize that Shi Lang was an even bigger person than what he thought of him.
He wanted to see where this young man could reach, Elder San did not want to clear his path completely, but he could still make sure that he avoided the unnecessary skirmish.
Sword Elder looked at his third disciple and sighed, how could he not know what was going through his head? Thinking about this an idea lit up in his old skull. He thought, 'It may be fate but perhaps Shi Lang could be the straw that can save this drowning disciple of mine and help him rejuvenate his vigor once again.'
One month passed in a blink and the restriction on the cave entrance was taken down by Shi Lang. Elder San smiled and waved his hand, while he said, "This is my master, the Master of the Sword Hall, Huang Jianxian."
Shi Lang looked at the old man and bowed in greeting, "Disciple Shi Lang greets you, Hall Master. What can I do for you?"
The hall master smiled and asked, "I came here only to ask you if you would like to visit the sword hall and take a tour? If you like to, you can come by to practice your skills and learn from other disciples. It would be helpful in your comprehension."
Shi Lang was surprised because what the old man said was different from what he thought. However, since he could not call him out, he just thanked him for the opportunity before heading to the square for his monthly duel.