115 swallowed into the stomach

He pondered silently, 'Upgrade my swordsmanship. Upgrade!' He thought to himself, 'Upgrade to a thousand cuts. That number is auspicious!'

His entire being was rapidly shifting, as if he were in another dimension. In the blink of an eye, an immense and overwhelming sword intent surged forth. The sky fell silent, as if the heavens themselves were enraged!

The rain poured down, and the wind howled! The wind howled fiercely, and dark clouds filled the sky, stretching for thousands of miles.

Accompanied by streaks of lightning and bursts of thunder! One after another, the thunder was deafening! It seemed to proclaim, 'No demons or monsters are allowed to become spirits!'

A single, devastating strike, as if it had traversed an entire eon of cultivation. Having seen through the world, passed through countless beauties, witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, and the ebb and flow of human life, it seemed as if he were about to vanish with the wind, no longer yearning for this world!

Beauty fades easily, and heroes must ultimately sacrifice themselves. In times of chaos and prosperity, how can lofty ambitions be buried? Chrysanthemums bloom in the chill of early winter! A three-foot blade, all for a smile from a beautiful woman! Life is like a game of chess, the universe unpredictable, only heroes laugh at the end of the day!

"Haha," He Chen laughed loudly! With a light step, he used the Cloud Wind Step, instantly borrowing the wind, and flew straight up three thousand feet high.

The eagle demon was sleeping peacefully in the wind. Yesterday, it returned to its clan and tricked its master out of many ginseng and other spiritual materials. It planned to offer them to its master in exchange for favors.

However, its master was sleeping on a serious matter and it was best not to disturb it, so it slept on a cloud. It seemed to have awakened its talent for controlling the wind. The eagle hovered freely in the air. This was something no ordinary eagle demon could do.

However, most of the eagle demons awaken the wind attribute. A favorable wind lends its strength, sending me soaring to the heavens!

Seeing its owner come up, it was just about to go forward and greet them when a feeling of unease washed over it, and it immediately moved far away.

At this moment, He Chen was half-awake and half-asleep! His swordsmanship was so powerful that each strike could cut a thousand times, giving the impression of a single sword gleaming across nineteen provinces!

A flurry of blades flashed before my eyes, some above, some below, in all directions, covering the path of the gentleman. The angles of the swordsmanship were unpredictable and densely packed. A single strike would be like a thousand cuts!

The swordsmanship was unleashed; a horizontal slash sent forth a surge of energy that spun the clouds, carving out a thousand straight paths that stretched far, far away, as if measured by a human ruler. Neatly and precisely!

In this foreign land, Huang Tu raises his head to gaze at the bright moon, unable to sleep. Wan Jian Manor has been destroyed; according to those who escaped, it was truly a den of thieves. And the one who stormed its heart seems to be none other than Lord He!

At this moment, like waves rising from the clouds, thousands of cloud paths appeared straight and stretched into the distance.

Terrified, this was a powerful being, and the direction it came from was from the market, or even from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and Million Mountains of the Demon Clan.

'This should be a golden age, but it feels like chaos is about to break out! Report this immediately!' The figure gradually became imperceptible!

Sensing something, Mr. Wang opened the door, looked up, and saw, 'Ten Thousand Swords...'

He then took a light breath and said, "No, oh, this isn't it."

His brow furrowed immediately. 'Though it isn't him, this swordsmanship is terrifying! Who is it?'

Sheathing his sword, he stood upright. His feet trod on the gentle breeze, white clouds flanking him on either side.

Wei Ming gently spread its wings and quickly arrived. "Master, good evening. This is the medicinal herb I brought for you." With that, a human-sized sack was presented to her from its claws.

He didn't feel like he was in the sky, not on the ground! He caught it and opened it. Inside were fresh ginseng, angelica, and polygonatum. They were all quite old, and one polygonatum was as thick as a large bowl.

At this moment, hunger struck. He picked it up and quickly swallowed it. The herb grinder. Half a bag of herbs was gone in no time. Not bad, half full.

"Weiming, thank you very much. However, I don't have anything to repay you with right now. Let me think."

Wei Ming blinked and immediately said, "Master, no need to thank me, it's my pleasure. I later saw you bringing me medicinal herbs."

"Wanqing wants to use the dragon meat to refine a dragon pill; the effect will be even better. Once it's ready, just ask her for it. As for the rest... I don't have any at the moment."

After thinking about it, I'll exchange it. A spatial ring. A master's space! More convenient than a sack! 'Here you go!'

Wei Ming took it and saw it was a spatial ring. He was instantly overjoyed. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Then, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole.

He Chen was taken aback. This seemed safe enough, but wasn't he afraid of having an accident? He didn't ask any further questions.

Then, exchange for a Cloud Piercing Arrow! 'In the future, if there is any danger, simply crush it.'

Wei Ming took it and swallowed it directly. He was also quite surprised.

Dawn was approaching! 'Master, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now.' With that, it flapped its wings and took flight, as if intentionally showing off. It disappeared into the void in an instant.

With a light step, he descended quickly. He glanced at the attributes.

Divine Skill: Three Thousand Layers of Divine Bell Shield, currently possessing three thousand layers of titanium-grade Divine Bell Shield.

Swordsmanship: One strike, three thousand cuts; currently, one strike, one thousand cuts.

Weapon: Gentleman's Blade, sturdy and sharp, level 1000

Inner Strength Technique: Thunderfire Inner Strength Technique, Level 2230

Realm: Rank 8

Kill points: over 10,000.

Footwork: Cloud and Wind Step, each step is eight thousand feet.

Formations: Sky-Covering Formation, Five Blessings Formation.

Exchangeable items include: Dragon Blood Rice and elixirs.

As dawn broke, the market began to bustle with activity. Wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, and vendors sold sesame cakes, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tofu pudding.

Students getting ready for school. People heading out to work in the morning, changing shifts! People going to the countryside to buy things. It gets lively.

Upon entering the courtyard, I saw Sister Lan, who had just finished washing up and stepped outside. She wore a fitted blue short-sleeved top and a white, sheer skirt, paired with black high heels. Her long legs and increasingly slender figure suggested she had cultivated some kind of beauty regimen. I gently embraced her.

Having just finished training, his swordsmanship has improved. His entire body has been tempered. His stamina has increased significantly. His bones have become slightly thicker. His body has grown another half an inch.

He hugged her, opened the door, and led her into another room. Inside, the others were already up and washing up.

Azure swallow, light green floral print, strapless skirt.

Tu Fanghua, wearing a pink and white embroidered dress with a cinched waist!

Deciphering the meaning of flowers: a plum blossom short-sleeved shirt and slim-fitting shorts!

Piaomiaoyue wore only a long white silk shirt, which was very long, just reaching her legs.

Yun Su was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt that just reached her knees, and white high-heeled sandals. The group was discussing which style of clothing was better.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yun Su stood on one leg and performed a split in mid-air, like a proud swan. She gave the newcomer a defiant look.

Piaomiaoyue also stood on tiptoe, revealing her tall and slender figure. Biyunyan stood up and slowly walked to her side.

Tu Fanghua, understanding the language of flowers, stood together. She even stood on tiptoe. Everyone has a love for beauty. Beautiful women especially so.

Suddenly, the morning was no longer peaceful. Various breakfast vendors called out their wares outside. The sound of horse-drawn carriages clattered. At this moment, the morning was warm as spring.

Her hair danced in the wind again. Sunlight streamed in. Window shadows and her own shadow overlapped endlessly. A breeze stirred. She swayed back and forth, up and down. An hour and a half later. All was quiet; she drifted off to sleep!