Chapter 6

Time goes back to the moment when Qin Zunyue left the command office building.

Liu Huaizhao knew that he did not have enough spiritual power and would definitely be defeated by the man in black. Many spells that his master had taught him flashed through his mind, but simple spells were useless. The useful ones required abundant spiritual power to support them. With his current spiritual power, if he really used these spells, he would probably run out of spiritual power before he could hurt the man.

The smile on the black-clothed man's face became more and more dazzling. Liu Huaizhao began to wonder why it was him who sealed the turbid demon. If it was his master, his senior brothers and sisters who were still alive today, would the situation be completely different?

Several attacks failed again, and he was hit by the palm wind casually swung by the man in black. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, a weak and frail child, how could you possibly have the ability to seal me?"

Liu Huaizhao was angry, but he tried to calm down and ignored the teasing provocation of the man in black.

Before he started to cultivate immortality, his master had taught him kung fu personally. His martial arts were once the best in the sect. His master had told them that immortal arts depended on spiritual power. If one lost his spiritual power one day, only real kung fu could save his life.

He had even laughed at his master's unfounded worries. He believed that the spiritual power of those who practiced immortality came from pure yang energy, which in turn was born from heaven and earth. As long as heaven and earth existed, there was no need to worry about lacking spiritual power. But despite his laughter, he hadn't missed a single day of the homework his master had assigned him, and thankfully, he hadn't missed a single day.

Calming his mind, he began to gather his strength, no longer relying on magic to fly, but only using lightness skills to dodge the increasingly fierce attacks of the man in black. As he moved, his thoughts became clearer, and the words his master had said flashed through his mind.

"I promised you the Jade Sword. Whoever wins first place in this assessment will get the sword."

Little Liu Huaizhao looked at the sword in his master's hand. He had just started learning at that time and was still ignorant. He looked at the sword and felt a little moved, but he was still young and naturally could not compare with his senior brothers and sisters.

But the sword still belonged to him. The senior sister who won the sword rubbed his head and said that she already had a weapon, so she gave this one to him as a gift for initiation.

But in the end, the sword named Lanyu was broken and left with his senior sister on the snow-covered Changhuai Mountain. Without a weapon, he could only withstand the damage inflicted by the turbid monster and climb to the top of Changhuai Mountain step by step.

"Weapons and people complement each other." The master watched him dance with the sword. "When you reach a certain level, if you can resonate with the weapon, it means that the weapon has truly recognized its master. At that time, the weapon will be integrated into your bones and blood. No matter the time, no matter the strength of your spiritual power, as long as you wish, it will appear in your hands."

During those more than ten years, he never had any resonance with the Lanyu Sword. In his hand, Lanyu was just an ordinary sword. His master once shook his head and said that he would find another weapon for him.

But before that time came, the world was in chaos, corpses were everywhere, the heavy and turbid spiritual power increased greatly, the number of turbid monsters increased, the immortal monks gradually lost, and his master no longer had the chance to find new weapons for him.

But, but.

Liu Huaizhao always felt that this was not the case. He could sense in his body a spiritual power that was similar to but different from his own. That feeling was very similar to what his master had said, the feeling of merging with a weapon.

What he was sure of was that before the Jade Sword shattered, he only had this one weapon, so the weapon he sensed must have been obtained after he reached the top of the mountain.

He tried hard to recall his memories of climbing to the top of Changhuai Mountain. Unlike the completely blank memories of the magic circle, the memories of the first time he climbed to the top of the mountain were vague. He could imagine that there seemed to be something standing on the top of the mountain.

It looks like... a knife.

Yes! It’s a knife!

He was distracted and failed to dodge the attack from the man in black. He was slapped against the wall and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Didn't your master tell you not to be distracted during a fight?"

The man in black slowly walked towards him.

Liu Huaizhao forced himself to stand up and concentrated on thinking about the name of the knife.

The sunlight shone on the glass and reflected into his eyes. Then, the name of the knife broke through his vague memory - Lieyang!

Liu Huaizhao suddenly smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The taste of rust filled his mouth. He recited the words word by word in a low voice: "Lie. Yang. Dao."

In an instant, a golden light flashed, and the man in black paused. He looked at the long sword in Liu Huaizhao's hand and said disdainfully: "Do you think you can be my opponent just because you have an extra sword?"

Liu Huaizhao didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he swung the long sword in his hand and attacked the man in black.

The long sword was full of spiritual power, and a golden light flashed, cutting the black-clothed man's arm. However, he did not care about the wound because the sudden close distance allowed him to see the full appearance of the sword. He stared at Liu Huaizhao and said, "Why is this sword in your hands?"

Does he recognize this knife?

Liu Huaizhao was confused, but didn't want to ask him. He just raised his knife and flew towards him.

The man in black dodged the blade by leaning sideways, raised his hand and released a ball of black mist that enveloped Liu Huaizhao's right hand.

Amidst the burning pain, Liu Huaizhao turned the blade and swept it towards the man in black.

The man took several steps back to avoid the blade, but was blown away by the wind from the blade.

"Give me the knife! Who the hell do you think you are to use it?"

"So much nonsense!"

The two men fought from the ground to the air. Liu Huaizhao held the knife in one arm and quickly cast a spell with the other hand. He was sent in front of the man in black along with the wind of the knife.

It was still a fire spell, but this time it was aided by the wind from the sword, successfully burning half of the black-clothed man's sleeve.

The man in black gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know whether to live or die."

Liu Huaizhao took the opportunity to continue attacking the man, but it was useless. The difference in spiritual power was too big. If he had not summoned out the Lieyang Sword, Liu Huaizhao would have died at the hands of that man long ago.

When falling from a high altitude again, Liu Huaizhao cushioned himself while thinking, I hope Qin Zunyue can catch me this time.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and even if Qin Zunyue stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, he could not catch up with Liu Huaizhao's falling speed.

Fortunately, Liu Huaizhao was well prepared. When he landed, he used the tip of his knife to support himself, half-knelt on the ground, covering his chest that was hit, and looked up at the man in black.

"This knife in your hands can't even unleash one tenth of its power."

The two were far apart, but Liu Huaizhao could clearly hear the sarcasm in his tone.

"Give me the knife. His things belong to me." The man ignored the roaring sound in his ears and looked at Liu Huaizhao's wide eyes with interest.

Liu Huaizhao didn't hear what he said at all, his attention was all on the other side.

"I'll say it again..." Before he could finish his words, the roar became louder and louder. The man turned his head impatiently, and then his eyes went black. He flew out and hit a building in the distance.

"Fuck." Qin Zunyue, who was holding the steering wheel, cursed in shock: "This fucking thing actually crashed into me."

Liu Huaizhao flew over quickly and chopped at the man's head with his knife before the man could react. Unfortunately, his neck was protected by something, and the Lieyang Knife was bounced off before it touched him. So Liu Huaizhao quickly put away the knife and took it out again, stabbing the man through with the long knife. However, the man really protected his vital points very well, and this time, he failed to pierce his heart. Before he could stab him a few more times, the man in black had dispersed like black mist and reappeared at some distance away from the two of them.

The bloodstains could not be seen on the black clothes, but Liu Huaizhao knew that the man was seriously injured and wanted to pursue him, but the man had no intention of fighting. A formation suddenly appeared under his feet and he ran away.

Qin Zunyue drove the car to Liu Huaizhao. Liu Huaizhao opened the car door and was startled to see that he was covered in blood.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's okay, cough cough." Liu Huaizhao clenched his fist and put it to his mouth to cover up his two muffled coughs.

"You're bleeding so much that you should probably get a blood transfusion. Don't worry, I donate blood every year and have a quota for free blood."

After the atmosphere calmed down a bit, Qin Zunyue asked, "Did he run away?"

Liu Huaizhao nodded and said with some regret: "I couldn't kill him. He escaped using the shrinking technique."

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When the alarm sounded that the danger was over, Qin Zunyue was looking at Liu Huaizhao, who had changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa eating biscuits. He also looked at Tong Leqiaolang, who was slumped on the sofa, wondering who had been fighting for the whole afternoon.

He kicked Tong Le, who was about to slide to the ground, and asked, "Doesn't Dean Xu need you anymore? What experiment is he doing today?"

Tong Le came closer mysteriously, but he pushed her face away: "Stop pretending, just say it directly."

"Boring." Tong Le curled his lips, but still said honestly: "Dean Xu extracted a substance from Liu Huaizhao's blood that can melt the monster's black beads, so they want to research something that can dissipate the fog on the monster. Without the black fog, the monster can be easily killed. But I don't know the details of how it works. It's too complicated and I don't understand."

It was even more impossible for them to understand what Tong Le couldn't understand. They didn't ask any more questions and just waited eagerly for the meal to start.

Since his identity was exposed, Liu Huaizhao no longer wears modern clothes and no longer covers his hair with tricks.

Qiao Lang held up some clothes and explained to him how convenient modern clothes were and how comfortable and neat short hair looked, but he didn't listen. When Qiao Lang finished his long speech, he replied with a single word: "Ugly."

Modern people, whose aesthetics were questioned, fell into collective silence until Wei Zhirong brought out a large pot of food whose contents were unrecognizable. Then everyone began to complain about the dish - mainly Tong Le and Qiao Lang.

"Eat it or not, do you think I'm free? Even in this situation today, I have to prepare four dishes and a soup for you." Wei Zhirong put down the pot heavily, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Zheng Shu followed closely behind, took a bite and said, "It may not look good, but it tastes good. Stop being so pretentious and eat it quickly."

The dinner table was still very lively, as if today was just an ordinary day. Everyone tacitly avoided this topic during dinner.

After finishing the meal, Zheng Shu asked, "Xiao Liu... can you show us your knife?"

The story of Liu Huaizhao's heroic fighting in the afternoon had spread throughout the safe city through the residents who took refuge in the surrounding houses, and his long sword was praised to the sky.

Liu Huaizhao was helpless. Today, he and the man in black seemed to be fighting back and forth, but in fact, Liu Huaizhao knew in his heart that there was a huge gap between the two. If Qin Zunyue had not hit the man with his car, the result would definitely not be like this.

"But I didn't expect that guy to be so powerful. He was hit by a car and hit the wall and was injured," said Tong Le.

Liu Huaizhao curled his lips and said, "Although there is heavy turbid energy in his body, he is just a mortal body."

As he spoke, he took out the Fiery Sun Blade.

After the golden light dissipated, a long sword appeared in front of everyone.

The dark green handle is connected to a hilt of the same color, with patterns carved in gold on the hilt. The blade reflects silver light, and one can sense a hint of coldness just by looking at it. The tip of the blade is like a crescent moon, and it is likely that a slight touch would cut a person's skin.

"Wow..." Tong Le took out a magnifying glass from somewhere and carefully observed the pattern on the knife handle. "Is this a double-headed Kuilong pattern?"

"Exactly."

Qiao Lang measured the length and asked, "How long is this?"

"Six feet two inches."

Seeing Qiao Lang's confused expression, Tong Le kindly translated it for him, "More than two meters."

"Can I take it?" Tong Le asked.

"Go ahead." Liu Huaizhao raised his chin and agreed.

Tong Le reached out to take it, but couldn't move it. He then changed his hands, holding his breath, but still couldn't lift it.

"It's so exaggerated, is it really that heavy?" Qiao Lang didn't believe it and tried it. "Oh my god."

Although Qiao Lang picked it up, the weight was far beyond his expectation.

Qin Zunyue also tried it and weighed it, "This must be more than 100 pounds."

Although he could lift this weight easily, he was totally unable to wield the sword for a long time like Liu Huaizhao.

Qiao Lang nodded in agreement. He had heard that Liu Huaizhao used this knife to chop people everywhere, and thought it would be very light, but it turned out to be much heavier than he expected.

He looked at Liu Huaizhao's small body and fell into thought.

Then he suddenly grabbed Liu Huaizhao's shoulders, looked him up and down, and said, "You don't look like you have muscles."

Liu Huaizhao put away the Lieyang Blade, snorted, and said, "Who said I don't have it? Don't judge a person by his appearance."

Seeing Qiao Lang's face full of disbelief, Liu Huaizhao was furious. He imitated the boys in his class and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his snow-white arms and well-proportioned muscles. He said to Qiao Lang, "Look! Who said I don't have it?"

Qiao Lang raised his arms and lifted up his short sleeves, and the huge muscles there stung Liu Huaizhao's eyes.

Qin Zunyue grabbed Liu Huaizhao's arm and put it down, then straightened his sleeves and said calmly, "Why are you competing with him? What's the point of having muscles? He can't beat you."

So Young Master Liu became proud again. Qin Zunyue patted Liu Huaizhao on the head under Qiao Lang's condemning eyes and said, "Don't make trouble with them. I will take you to the headquarters for a meeting tomorrow."