Chapter 85: Honing the Saber

Chapter 85: Honing the Saber

The rain stopped as Zhao Changhe left the inn. Zhao Changhe’s mood improved slightly. Seeing that his beloved horse was not stolen and was comfortably eating hay, his mood improved even more.

After thinking about it in more detail, of course no one would dare to steal his horse. You guys can see how scary that saber on my back is, can’t you?

Zhao Changhe paid the stable hand a piece of silver, but as he was about to mount his horse, he suddenly thought of something and put his foot down. He leaned down and meticulously checked the stirrups and saddle for anything strange.

His days in the Cui estate had been comfortable—a bit too comfortable, it seemed. He had almost forgotten his previous caution.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Zhao Changhe heaved a sigh of release and finally mounted his horse.

The middle-aged man from the Demon Suppression Bureau watched him from the entrance of the inn. Seeing Zhao Changhe’s actions, his expression was full of admiration as he passed him a piece of paper. “These are Han Wubing’s details.”

Zhao Changhe bluntly accepted it. “Thanks.” Yoouur favorite novels at novelhall.com

The middle-aged man said, “My name is Wu Weiyang. Perhaps we’ll meet again in the future. The Demon Suppression Bureau will not intervene in the storm you’re riding to. Be careful on the road.”

After he said this, his figure flickered and he disappeared without a trace.

Judging by that speed, he's at least at the eighth layer of the Profound Gate... The Demon Suppression Bureau sure has their means. Zhao Changhe was not too impressed. Well, whatever. I drank tea with the man ranked ninth on the Ranking of Heaven. Why would I care about something like this?

He felt that there was a hidden implication to Wu Weiyang’s words. “The Demon Suppression Bureau will not intervene in the storm you’re riding to. Be careful on the road.” Huh. What about afterward? Does that mean if I need some help in the future, I can approach the Demon Suppression Bureau?

Zhao Changhe stopped thinking about this for the moment. As Snow-Treading Crow moved forward on the public road, he took a look at the information Wu Weiyang gave him.

-Han Wubing. 19 years old.

He’s actually younger than me. Back at the ruined temple, I couldn’t tell at all with that grim face of his.

-Originally a disciple of the Mount Ba Sword Hut. His aptitude is nothing exceptional, but he is a hard worker. He is solitary and only likes training in the sword. After putting in assiduous work into his swordsmanship, he rose to the middle echelons of the sect. He does not have any deep relationship with other people and his presence is unremarkable...

Three years ago, everyone from the Sword Hut came to Ancient Sword Lake to try their luck searching for the legendary ancient sword left behind from the previous era. Han Wubing was at the third layer of the Profound Gate at the time and followed a team to the lake.

The legend of the divine sword at Ancient Sword Lake was so attractive not only because it had been passed down by elders, but also due to the magic and mystery that surrounded it. Occasionally, terrifying sword qi rose from the lake, almost invariably causing explorers searching for the sword to die instant deaths. However, investigations after the fact had never revealed anything; this was a complete mystery. Nobody knew where the sword qi emanated from.

The swords and his horse met in the middle.

Clang!

Dragon Bird flew out of its scabbard, drawing a broad line across the air.

The assassins that came for him were all overwhelmed with shock. How were they supposed to dodge his saber in midair? The range of this single slash covered all of them.

The saber collided with many swords as it traveled forward. But rather than the shock of a metal striking metal, the sound was more reminiscent of vegetation being crumpled. All the swords snapped and blood rained down from the skies.

As Dragon Bird cut through flesh, Snow-Treading Crow galloped forward, leaving the blood rain in the dust. Dragon Bird screeched with excitement.

There were still some assassins ahead that wanted to strike, but after seeing the scene that had just played out before them, were all dumbstruck. How would they dare make a move after that?

Further ahead there was someone waiting in ambush, holding a rope and getting ready to pull it taut as Zhao Changhe approached. However, Zhao Changhe managed to spot it and directed his horse to rush to the side of the road.

Snow-Treading Crow’s speed far exceeded the ambusher’s expectations. Before he had enough time to pull up the tripwire or release it, the horse was already before him.

The saber and its attack range exceeded his expectations even more... The people behind looked on helplessly as a deep red arc streaked across the treeline. The man was split into two.

He stood there with a dumbstruck expression, tripwire still in hand. Before his half-split corpse fell to the ground, Snow-Treading had already rode out a few dozen zhang.

“I don’t care if you people are from the Blood God Cult or the Snow-Listening Pavilion, or if you’re just some thieves who want to steal my horse...” Zhao Changhe sheathed his saber and spurred on his horse, laughing. “I won’t hide my tracks on this journey. Whoever wants to come at me is free to try!”

Wu Weiyang stood behind and watched from afar. He clicked his tongue. “He’s so brave, yet the first seat is still worried he’ll meet with danger on the road... When he said he didn’t need our help, he meant that his only worry is that the people he bumps into would be too weak, not too strong.”

One of his subordinates by the side sighed. “If someone like him doesn’t fall prematurely in the jianghu, he’ll definitely be able to march through the world unhindered.”

Wu Weiyang did not respond. He knew what his subordinate was implying.

For someone like him, the chance of falling prematurely is higher... But as he recalled the caution Zhao Changhe had shown during his inspection before he mounted his horse, Wu Weiyang felt that it was actually rather unlikely for him to die.

Don’t judge him by his bold appearance. He’s cautious. Anyone who takes him for a fool is already six feet under.

“Go back and report to the first seat. I don’t know if she’ll personally come to meet him, but we have to tell her anyway.” Wu Weiyang paused for a moment, then muttered in bewilderment, “It’s strange. The amount of attention she is giving him is out of the ordinary.”