Chapter 135

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Chapter 135 - Star Sword Art

The cave abode signified a chance for fortune!

Ye Hao, accompanied by Cisco, quickly stepped through the portal.

Yet, to their astonishment, they found the cave abode barren, devoid of anything.

“Where's the light?” Ye Hao inquired, turning to Cisco.

A look of bewilderment was etched on Cisco's face.

He was just as puzzled about the light's disappearance.

What were they to do?

Ye Hao resolved to keep searching!

Together, Ye Hao and Cisco scoured the place time and again.

In the throes of despair, a beam of light abruptly materialized within the cave. Within this glow stood a striking young man in white, brandishing a sword.

As the young man swung his sword, the celestial bodies aligned, sending nine beams of stellar light into the blade.

With a single strike, the young man in white reduced a towering demonic shadow to cinders.

”The Light of the Stars can sever all,” the young man in white proclaimed, his voice echoing through the annals of history and resonating in Ye Hao's ears. Simultaneously, the figure of the young man shifted before Ye Hao's gaze.

It dawned on Ye Hao that the young man in white was bequeathing his swordsmanship to him in this manner.

While Ye Hao watched intently, Cisco, too, gazed on, eyes wide with amazement.

The young man in white demonstrated the technique only once before stating calmly, “The Star Sword Art demands exceptional aptitude. If you fail to grasp it after a single viewing, you cannot pursue its mastery further.”

“Should anyone succeed in cultivating the first layer of the Star Sword Art, they may return here.” As his words faded, so did the figure of the young man in white.

“Master, have you committed it to memory?”

Ye Hao nodded.

Cisco's eyes bulged in disbelief. “How could you?”

“Is there an issue?”

“I possess top-grade talent, yet I've only retained a mere 30%.”

“How can someone of your lowly stature compare to me?” Ye Hao scoffed with contempt.

Ye Hao was aware that his talent eclipsed even the top grade.

Cisco could only offer a wry smile in response.

Despite his top-grade talent, Ye Hao had dismissed him as inferior.

“You've managed to tame a demon at the third layer of Blood Refining?” Qingqing eyed Ye Hao with a mix of surprise and skepticism.

“Is there a problem?”

“I'm doubtful.”

“Do you think I could tame you too?”

“Try me,” Qingqing challenged, tilting her head with a playful smile.

“Wait and see,” Ye Hao shot back, giving Qingqing a stern look before turning to Pianpian. “Pianpian, take Cisco to my parents, please.”

“And you?”

“I'm on the cusp of a breakthrough.”

“Got it. I'm on it.”

“I'll accompany you,” Qingqing insisted, still concerned about Cisco.

“I want to come too!” Momo, in the throes of her playful teenage years, was eager to join the outing.

“Here are your identity documents.” Ye Hao handed out the identity certificates to Tang Pianpian and the rest.

Ye Hao's breakthrough went incredibly smoothly.

Upon entering the Blood Refining realm, he felt a power unlike any he had experienced before—an internal strength.

With the breakthrough, his blood became more potent.

Blood is the wellspring of power.

As his blood grew more potent, so too did his strength.

After his breakthrough, Ye Hao spent three days consolidating his power before heading to Anesas.

He hadn't forgotten about Lan Qingqing's illness.

Previously, Ye Hao had been too busy, but now he had some free time.

He was off to the Nubeat Casino!

Accompanied by her secretary, Lan Qingqing arrived at the office for the meeting.

She had a premonition that something was amiss.

The meeting had been proposed by 12 of the 15 board members, suggesting they had reached some clandestine accord.

Indeed, the abrupt scheduling of the meeting had caught Lan Qingqing unprepared.

By the time she entered the office, the other 17 shareholders were already present.

They all turned their attention to Lan Qingqing simultaneously.

With a serene smile on her face, Lan Qingqing asked, “Uncle Zhang, Uncle Liu, Uncle Lee, what's the rush in calling this meeting?”