That one word, "little brat," instantly made Luo Ying's memory even clearer.
"Little brat" is not a term used to refer to Luo Ying alone.
Back then, he called every child "little brat".
Aside from being called by code names, they're just little brats.
In Luo Ying's heart, her father treated her no differently than he treated any other child.
Although she later understood her father's good intentions, this remained Luo Ying's deepest unresolved issue.
Luo Ying and Wen Hu looked up at the person sitting in a wheelchair outside the cave.
The man had a dark complexion, long black and white hair, and a beard that reached down to his abdomen.
A man and a woman, both around ten years old, stood on either side of the wheelchair, each holding a cane.
"Junior Wen Hu greets the Mountain Lord." Wen Hu clasped his hands in greeting to the mountain peak.
The mountain lord ignored Wen Hu, his gaze fixed on Luo Ying, and said, "Little brat, you look increasingly weak. Did you suffer a serious injury several years ago?"
Luo Ying said, "Yes, I was injured by a sword."
The mountain lord snorted and said, "You've been active in Jingdi all these years, could it be that you were taught a lesson by that old fellow, the Jinghai Sword Master?"
"no."
"Why are you so useless? In Jingdi, you are only not ashamed if you are defeated by the swordsman of Jinghai. If other swordsmen can hurt you, it only means that you are lax."
"Father, you have been in seclusion for many years, unaware of the many geniuses emerging in the martial world..."
"A loss is a loss; making excuses is even more shameful."
Luo Ying was speechless.
Wen Hu glanced at Luo Ying, then at the mountain lord, perhaps wanting to ease Luo Ying's embarrassment, and said, "Mountain Lord, I had no intention of disturbing your father-son reunion, it's just that I came here today..."
"Hit me." The mountain lord interrupted Wen Hu, his gaze still fixed on Luo Ying. These words were clearly directed at Luo Ying.
"What?" Luo Ying was stunned for a moment.
"Hit me!"
The mountain lord slapped the armrest of his wheelchair and said sternly, "What? Have you become so weak that you don't even dare to lay a hand on me?"
Luo Ying said no more, his face darkened, and he immediately took to the air, flying towards the mountain lord like a cannonball.
The sudden appearance of Luo Ying was very imposing, but neither the mountain lord nor the two children behind him moved an inch, not even blinking.
Just as Luo Ying was about to reach the mountain lord, she chopped at his neck with a hand chop.
Bang!
A burst of energy erupted from within the mountain, stunning Luo Ying completely.
Wen Hu took a step forward, a look of surprise on his face, and murmured, "Such powerful internal energy!"
The mountain lord looked at Luo Ying with disappointment and said, "Where's your coffin-carrying duty? Are you still holding back from me?"
Luo Ying stopped on a tree branch on the cliff, quickly put on the coffin-carrying gloves, and rushed towards the mountain lord again.
He spread his arms wide, his hands billowing black smoke, and suddenly grabbed at the mountain lord's face.
This is a killer move.
Bang!
Just like before, Luo Ying was once again blasted away.
The mountain lord finally looked at Wen Hu and said calmly, "Since you came together, then attack together."
"Then I'll have to offend you!" Wen Hu had been itching for a fight for a long time, so he immediately drew his sword, leaped up, and slashed down fiercely with both hands.
Bang!
The golden knife stopped two feet above the mountain lord's head, and after a brief standoff with the violent and chaotic energy, the energy exploded, and Wen Hu was not forced back to his original position.
His offensive was already more domineering and lasted longer than Luo Ying's, but at this moment, the shock he felt was indescribable.
Wen Hu believed he had seen countless masters, but none of them possessed the profound inner strength of the old man before him.
The stronger the opponent, the happier Wen Hu felt.
This trip was worthwhile!
After testing Wen Hu's level, the mountain lord finally looked at him properly and said, "Both of you are at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster level, which is enough for traveling the world, but if you want to achieve great things, this level of skill is not enough. Show me your abilities and come at me together."
Wen Hu looked up and met Luo Ying's gaze as she stood on the tree branch.
Luo Ying nodded.
"A ghost supports the coffin!"
"Death!"
Luo Ying and Wen Hu unleashed their ultimate techniques simultaneously.
The mountain lord narrowed his eyes slightly and finally raised his hand.
The child behind him placed the cane in his palm.
The moment the mountain lord grasped the crutches, Luo Ying and Wen Hu arrived!
The mountain lord gently raised his arm, seemingly without exerting much force, and pointed his crutches at Luo Ying and Wen Hu respectively.
The internal energy materialized, and two hurricanes appeared before Luo Ying and Wen Hu, tearing their attacks to shreds.
If their bodies were sucked into that hurricane, they would likely be reduced to ashes. The two quickly leaped up and launched another attack.
Luo Ying plummeted straight down, her whole body billowing black smoke.
"Ghost General!!"
Wen Hu turned around, swung his knife backhand, then raised both hands and slashed fiercely at the mountain lord.
"No mountain, however high, can stop me from going where I'm going. This blade will shatter mountains!"
The mountain lord raised his head, and before the two of them could land, he stomped his crutches on the ground and charged at them.
Bang!!!
The air in mid-air seemed to explode, and Luo Ying and Wen Hu fell heavily to the ground.
After the smoke cleared, the mountain lord was seen sitting back in his wheelchair and handing his crutches to a pair of children.
Wen Hu coughed a few times, clutching his chest, and looked at the mountain lord with a mixture of shock and awe.
He, who was usually defiant, surprisingly developed a sense of awe.
In the world of martial arts, he and Luo Ying are both top figures, but now even the two of them combined are not enough to fight.
How many people in the world can cultivate to the level of a mountain lord?
The more Wenhu thought about it, the more passionate he became.
If others can reach a certain height, so can I!
The mountain lord seemed to take an interest in Wen Hu, scrutinizing him carefully before saying, "There is a monk in the Snow Mountain named Dao. His swordsmanship is natural, and his Buddhist teachings are natural. You are using an ancient sword technique."
Wen Hu nodded and said, "Senior has a good eye."
The mountain lord asked, "Is the Snow Mountain Sword Monk your master?"
Wen Hu replied, "He can't really be called my master. We didn't have the proper master-disciple ceremony, and he refused to accept me as his student. He only taught me swordsmanship before he died."
The mountain lord said, "The Sword Monk is a recluse, uninterested in the martial world or the imperial court; otherwise, he wouldn't have ventured deep into the snowy mountains for so many years. He didn't accept you because he saw your fierceness and knew you were an ambitious person. But he still taught you swordsmanship because he didn't want to waste your martial arts talent."
Wen Hu said, "A person with talent will surely have a destiny. If I don't gain anything in the snow mountain, I'm sure there will be opportunities waiting for me elsewhere."
The mountain lord gave a soft snort and said, "You're very proud."
Wen Hu sheathed his golden sword, opened his arms, and said, "Now, my opportunity has come again, which is certainly something to be proud of!"
A sharp glint appeared in the mountain lord's eyes as he said, "What if I am not your destined opportunity?"
Wen Hu did not shy away from the mountain lord's gaze and said, "If it is not, then let it become so."
The mountain lord looked at Luo Ying and said, "Little brat, haven't I told you to be careful when making friends?"
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