In this moment, inside Shenbing Peak’s courtyard…
“What martial arts did you teach Ke Mo for horizontal training?” Han He casually probed for military intelligence.
Even though he believed Murong Xiao could never lose, knowing yourself and your enemy is key to never being defeated.
But then, Shang Wu’s next sentence almost made Han He spit out his tea:
“Horizontal training? I didn’t teach him anything.”
“Didn’t teach?!”
“He just opened his meridians yesterday; when would he have time to learn horizontal skills?”
Shang Wu rested his chin on his hand, yawning out of boredom.
Han He’s old face twitched.
You don’t even know what your disciple is training in, and you dare let him go to Divine Edge Cave?
He thought Shang Wu might have prepared some secret move to win their bet.
And what about Ke Mo?
He wouldn’t have gone and foolishly started practicing some third-rate technique like Iron Shirt, would he?
Just then…
“Master! Master!”
“Not now!”
Murong Xiao rushed into the courtyard, drenched in sweat.
It wasn’t from exhaustion; it was from urgency.
“Aren’t you training? What’s wrong?”
Han He glanced at his disciple, frowning.
He always thought Murong Xiao was calm and steady, which is why he let him go to the second level of Divine Edge Cave.
Why is he suddenly so anxious?
The cave is right under his nose; how could anything major happen?
“Brother Ke has entered the third level!”
“Master, you need to save him!”
Murong Xiao exclaimed quickly.
His anxiousness looked as if his father had fallen into a river.
“Brother Ke? Which Brother Ke?”
Han He was momentarily stunned.
“It’s Ke Mo—Senior Shang Wu’s true disciple!”
Han He: “?”
Shang Wu: “Ah?”
Ke Mo dashed into the third level?
The third level is where the legendary weapons are stored.
Whether it’s the killing intent from former weapon masters or the sharp aura emanating from Divine Edge Cave itself, it’s not something a novice in the Internal Breathing Realm can withstand.
The blacksmiths in the courtyard collectively gasped.
They dealt with weapons all year round, and many wouldn’t dare linger in the third level.
If someone from the Qi bl**d Realm goes down there, they’re toast!
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“How did he even get down there?”
Han He suddenly stood up, uncertain.
To get to the third level, one must pass through the second level.
A novice in the Qi bl**d Realm, with zero experience, wouldn’t even make it to the second level!
But looking at Murong Xiao’s expression, it clearly didn’t seem like a ruse.
“I don’t know, Master…”
Murong Xiao shook his head.
“Perhaps he has some rare treasure that shields him from the sharp aura?”
After a moment’s contemplation, Han He came up with this possibility.
“Surely nothing can go wrong.”
Shang Wu instantly sobered up and, uncertainly, took out a Heartbell from her robes.
The bell hadn’t made a sound.
Han He spoke grimly:
“If he’s in the third level, your disciple likely lost his mind the moment he stepped in!”
“With a rare treasure, maybe he’ll be fine for a short while…”
Just as he finished speaking, a red figure shot out like a comet.
Where she had been standing, there was only a big hole left in the ground.
“Huh? What just zipped by?”
The inner sect steward at the entrance rubbed his eyes.
“Who are you? Register!”
“Can’t you see who I am?”
“Oh… it’s you…”
Han He followed in a hurry.
If a true disciple dies in the cave, even as an elder, he would have to take responsibility.
“Shang Wu, don’t collapse my Divine Edge Cave!”
He shouted from behind.
This actually makes sense; there was a case where a disciple fresh in the Internal Breathing Realm mistakenly entered the third level of Divine Edge Cave and lost their mind.
The speed at that level was faster than a flash of fire.
Really, it was lightning fast.
Shang Wu showed no intention of hiding her aura.
The scorching waves even overshadowed the sharpness of the weapons.
As a result, the first and second levels of Divine Edge Cave surprised many shivering martial artists.
Before long, Shang Wu reached the entrance of the third level.
But suddenly, she halted her steps.
“Hmm?”
Shang Wu’s tense expression gradually relaxed and turned to confusion.
“Shang Wu, my disciple has at last saved your disciple’s life.”
“That favor, how do you plan to…?”
Elder Han He crossed his arms and stepped down.
But before he could finish his words, he choked on his own throat.
This elder, who had held onto Shenbing Peak for twenty years, was frozen in place upon witnessing the scene ahead.
Just earlier, he thought he could finally get Shang Wu, that crazy woman, to owe him a favor, ensuring she wouldn’t come to Shenbing Peak for a while.
He never expected to see such an unforgettable sight.
There sat a young man on a blue stone, surrounded by dozens of weapons, each exuding a sense of docile surrender.
These were all, without exception, famous weapons.
Every disciple entering the inner door had the right to select a weapon from Divine Edge Cave, and if they were lucky, they could obtain a famous weapon recognized by the hall.
However, most would usually end up with weapons from the second or first levels.
To gain recognition from even one famous weapon was a colossal stroke of luck for an ordinary disciple.
After all, even most elders on different peaks merely used famous weapons.
To acquire dozens of them?
Han He would sooner believe that he, a grandmaster in the Internal Breathing Realm, was going blind.
“Gulp—”
Han He swallowed hard.
“I said it didn’t I, this kid doesn’t seem brainless.”
“He’s actually training pretty well.”
Shang Wu scoffed, returning to her lazy demeanor.
Han He was left speechless.
Who was it that almost knocked someone out just moments prior?
At this point, he didn’t have time to argue with Shang Wu; he stared at the surrounded young man, scrutinizing intently.
Even having seen great storms, he couldn’t help but question his life now.
“This kid is definitely seriously training.
“And he’s managed to attract dozens of famous weapons; this whole area’s murderous intent centers around him.”
“Even the Observation Realm should tread carefully.”
“Yet he isn’t hurt at all…”
Han He, being a skilled craftsman, was incredibly sharp when it came to weapons.
But the more he understood, the more he knew how difficult this was for someone in the Qi bl**d Realm!
“By the way, old man Han He.”
“Isn’t there a rule in Divine Edge Cave that…?”
“As long as you have a famous weapon recognized, you can take it with you?”
Shang Wu wiped the corner of her mouth, her eyes shining with excitement.
She didn’t even have a famous weapon.
But that was just because she had something better.
But!
This was dozens of them!
If only she brought her precious disciple to stroll around the third level a bit longer, she could get even more.
Han He: “?”
Are you here to stock up?
“You remembered wrong; each disciple can only take one weapon from Divine Edge Cave.”
“Wasn’t it different in the past?”
“It was different then; this is the current rule!”
…
“The effect of the Clear Mind Pill is fading.”
Ke Mo stopped channeling his techniques.
Opening his eyes, he looked into the chilling and ghostly depths ahead.
Just as he reached the pinnacle of his Extreme Weapon Body technique, an inexplicable sensation arose within him.
That fleeting feeling was faint but undeniably real.
Something deeper within Divine Edge Cave was calling to him.
“Cough, Ke Mo, you can choose a weapon among these famous ones to take with you.”
The voice of Elder Han He came from behind.
Ke Mo snapped back to reality and noticed the two behind him.
Elder Han He looked helpless.
While his master seemed to be drooling over the surrounding weapons.
How did they get here?
“Thank you, Elder Han He, but I’m not planning to select a weapon for now.”
Ke Mo clasped his hands in thanks.
His father’s biggest hobby was collecting various weapons, often saying he dreamed of owning a famous weapon.
He fully understood the rarity of such weapons.
But the key issue…
He hadn’t practiced any techniques associated with famous weapons yet; he couldn’t just randomly select one to take home, then look for the corresponding techniques, could he?
“Exactly, disciple; there’s no rush.”
Shang Wu said with a smile while she cheerfully patted her disciple’s shoulder.
In that pat, she noticed something was off.
“Hmm? Little Mo, why are you feeling so stiff?”
“Guess why I came to Divine Edge Cave?”
Ke Mo had a complaint brewing but didn’t know whether to let it out or not.
Well, the Extreme Weapon Body technique certainly works wonders.
At least, now if Master slapped him, it wouldn’t hurt.
Preliminarily estimating, his physical strength had increased at least three times compared to before, and this was just the first day practicing.
He would only get stronger from here.
“Once my physique strengthens, I’ll delve deeper.”
“What’s calling to me should be deeper, not just the fourth level.”
Ke Mo drew back his gaze.
