Supreme Emperor of Swords

“Hey? Who are you? How dare you peek at our disciples of ‘Invincible Spirit Tortoise Academy’ practicing?” The wretched old man discovered Ding Hao.

Ding Hao felt slightly surprised. Though he did not deliberately hide his Qi, his “Smoke Billow Blurry Technique” had achieved initial realm and it would affect the senses of ordinary people, so it was not easy for ordinary people to find him. However, how did the wretched old man find him?

“Hey? You look familiar, you… Haha, you’re Ding Hao!” The wretched old man spoke out Ding Hao’s name.

Now Ding Hao’s surprise turned into shock.

This wretched old man was not an acquaintance he had known before. He should have recently come to the slum area. Ding Hao had disguised himself, but the old man still easily recognized him! Who was he?

Ding Hao took off the cyan bamboo hat, carefully looked at him for a moment, and cried with surprise, “Hey, is that you? The profiteer who sold waste in the black market!”

Ding Hao finally recognized him. This wretched old man was a super profiteer who sold all kinds of useless manuals in the black market of the slums. His own “One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique” was bought from this guy, which cost him a lot of money.

“Profiteer?” The wretched old man was furious. “What is wrong with you? Have you seen such a kind profiteer?” When he was saying, his eyes were rolling and then he laughed and said, “kids, look! I’ve told you I know Ding Hao. This silly boy is the genius who walked out of the slum. He is your idol, Ding Hao!”

The children looked at Ding Hao with eager eyes.

Under the morning light, all those crystal eyes were pure and kind, sparkling with sparkling light.

In the past period, Ding Hao’s name has been thoroughly spread throughout the slums. Before Ding Hao, few teenagers could join Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, let alone being the champion of the five academies competition. Those achievements record made Ding Hao undisputedly the idol of all the teenagers in the slum.

No teenager had not dreamed of being a martial artist.

For the slum teenagers, Ding Hao’s accomplishments were the dream they were eager to achieve.

Even if they were of humble birth, even if they did not have good advanced martial art skills, they also had the right to pursue their dreams.

Ding Hao looked at the teenagers and smiled and said hello to them.

His kind smile was like a spring breeze, dispelled the last trace of restraint and hesitation in the hearts of the teenagers, and they were so excited that they jumped from the stakes and rushed around Ding Hao.

“Brother Ding Hao…”

“Brother Ding Hao, how powerful are you now?”

“Brother Ding Hao, I heard that the genius young men, who come from other places, now call you senior brother, right?”

“Brother Ding Hao, do you still remember me? We have searched treasure in the garbage heap! I am Erhei!”

“Brother Ding Hao, I’m determined to enter Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, like you.”

“Brother Ding Hao, which one is more powerful, you and ‘Teacher Tianshu’?”

“Jerk, of course, brother Ding Hao is more powerful! ‘Teacher Tianshu’ is not qualified to join Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.”

The old man was displeased with the conversation between the last two children. He was their “Teacher Tianshu”. These brats had their wives and forgot their mothers. They belittled him when they saw Ding Hao.

The teenagers did not notice the expression of the wretched old man. They all surrounded Ding Hao, like a group of sly sparrows, rushing to speak. They were proud of being able to say a word to their idol.

Ding Hao smiled and answered them one by one patiently.

These problems seemed naive, but they were the dreams of the children in the slum.

“Brother Ding Hao, you are so powerful. Can you teach us?”

A little pretty girl, about eight years old, wore a coarse clothed shirt with stains. Her one foot was without a shoe, and her skin was really tan. She looked up at Ding Hao and her big eyes were filled with expectations.

Those words let other children hold their breath in an instant.

If brother Ding Hao could teach them martial art skills, they would definitely be better than following “Teacher Tianshu”. In the future, maybe they could really join Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, like brother Ding Hao.

The hearts of the children were full of expectations.

“A group of little bastards, you know nothing! The mental cultivation methods of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s martial techniques are forbidden to be known by non-sectors. If Ding Hao teaches you, he will definitely be expelled from the Sect, do you want to cause trouble to Ding Hao? Besides, Ding Hao’s busy with cultivation. Do you think he has time to teach you?”

The wretched “Teacher Tianshu” was scolding them but no one knew what he was thinking.

The light in the eyes of the children suddenly became dim.

The little girl’s disappointed eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head sensibly, and said, “I know, it’s my bad! Huanhuan is wrong. I shouldn’t ask such a stupid question. That’s OK. ‘Teacher Tianshu’ is also very nice. We’re good with him…”

Ding Hao suddenly felt very sad. How sensible the child was!

He thought of himself. He thought of the tragic years that he had struggled through. He was painful, confused, and persistent. He recalled the time when he had received enough cold stares of others.

Without any hesitation, Ding Hao reached out and touched the head of the little girl named Huanhuan. He said with a smile, “Don’t listen to this bad old man. No one says that I can’t teach you. Little girl, don’t cry, I promise every day I must take an hour to come and teach you about martial techniques.”

The children were astonished.

The little girl Huanhuan was also stunned.

Happiness came too suddenly, and everyone could not believe what they had heard.

After a long time, the children suddenly jumped up in excitement, bursting out with shouting screams. Some of them even cried.

They were of humble birth and it was impossible for them to be trained with orthodox martial arts. Compared to those peers of the big families, some of them were well talented, but they had lost on the starting line. Once they missed the golden age of laying the foundation, they missed their martial arts forever. People like Ding Hao who could change his own fate were rather rare.

Living in this world, although they were still very young and ignorant, they had already understood the law of the jungle after experiencing the pressure to live.

At this moment, their fate finally changed.

The light of hope shone in their hearts.

“Damn, you are snatching your old man’s job!” The wretched old man complained, “Ding Hao, you are too bad!”