Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 787 Lost Again

“Well, everybody can go now.” Song Que waved his hand.

“Thanks for your help, Senior Song.”

The Human Clan warriors thanked him and turned to leave.

All around the House of Wine by Mirror Lake, things had returned to normal.

With Song Que helping the Humans here, the Demon Clan experts no longer dared to be arrogant or provocative.

“Damn, they are calling me senior now? Hey, I’m still very young, all right? I’m still a handsome young dude.” Song Que shook his head with a miserable face. He flipped his palm, revealing an elixir, and brought it slowly to Dao Qingcheng. He said, “Let’s make things clear first. Don’t call me senior. Just call me Brother Song. You’re seriously injured. Take this pill and treat your injury.”

Song Que was unconventional and eccentric. He was a typically strong-willed man who never gave in to threats. Dao Qingcheng’s indomitable spirit, one that would rather die than give in, delighted Song Que greatly. If the Human Clan were to fight the Demons in a Holy War, they had to rely on such warriors who would rather die than submit.

Without hesitating, Dao Qingcheng took the elixir and swallowed it.

“The House of Wine will still be the property of Chopping Sun City. I don’t think any Demon Clan warrior would dare to make trouble here now,” Song Que said rather loudly.

The Demon experts around them all heard him say this.

Threatened by this young master of the Blue Cloud Sect, the ordinary Demon forces really did not dare to provoke them.

And after today’s battle, Song Que and Gu Xing’er’s brutal skills gave the arrogant and domineering Demon Clan scruples. Humans were not as weak as they once thought. In front of real Human experts, these Demons were also vulnerable.

In particular, the voice of that Mysterious Frost Inspector also contained the Great Tao. He was a terrible existence that could help support an entire Clan. With such an existence helping the Humans, the Demon Clan really did not have an absolute advantage.

After what happened today, even if the Demon Clan still had an advantage, they would surely act with more restraint.

It didn’t take long for news to spread like wildfire. Many knew that Gu Xing’er, the Deadly Black Rose, and the young master of Blue Cloud Sect, Mean Villain Song, had wreaked havoc in the House of Wine. The martial artists of the Human Clan applauded and cheered their valiant deeds, at the same time releasing their pent-up frustrations.

Many Human experts around Mirror Lake could finally raise their heads with pride.

Now that the House of Wine was back in the hands of Chopping Sun City, it also greatly boosted the morale of the Human Clan.

The name of Dao Qingcheng means overturning a city with a sword, also spreading quickly. As this name’s owner and the foremost young talent of Chopping Sun City, he also enjoyed the soaring reputation. Although Dao Qingcheng was not an absolute master, his courage and mettle roused the fighting spirit of countless ordinary warriors.

In the House of Wine.

Dao Qingcheng, who had taken the elixir, had recovered somewhat from his injuries.

He invited Song Que and Gu Xing’er into the House of Wine for a drink, serving them wine.

Over the years, the martial arts of Snow Province had gradually become renowned thanks to the rise of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, especially warriors like Li Lan the Asura Beauty, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Zhang Fan the Mad Saber, and Ren Xiaoyao the Little Devil. Not only did the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect rise in power, cementing its unshakeable status as the foremost sect of Snow Province, the province had also become known for its martial arts among the many dozen surrounding provinces.

The present Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was many hundred times stronger than it used to be three years ago.

A third or fourth-generation disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, only slightly more gifted than most, would have almost reached the Primordial Realm by now. Three or four years ago, he would have been considered a brilliant genius of Snow Province, let alone the true core disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had always kept a low profile. It was much more low-key than Tranquility Academy when the latter was dominating Snow Province. The disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect roamed the martial world mostly for adventures or to slay some unruly Demons.

They rarely participated in the private affairs of the other eight sects, nor would they tell the other sects’ disciples what to do. They would not act high and mighty with them, giving them orders like the former Tranquility Academy. Instead, they would actively help out whenever the disciples from other sects, or ordinary warriors and rogue cultivators, faced danger.

In the past three years, the reputation of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had been growing at the same rate as its strength.

In the same three years, Dao Qingcheng had been roaming the martial arts world. He had left Snow Province and gained a lot of fame. He and Zhang Fan, the Mad Saber of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, were called the Twin Saber Masters of Snow Province. But he knew very well that Zhang Fan, the Mad Saber, had reached a level beyond his reach. Since Zhang Fan was always keeping a low profile and few had seen him fight, the man was not famous.

As the sects most firmly in support of the former Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the Chopping Sun City, the Heavenly Sound Valley, the Zero Thought Sect had all benefited from the rise of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. They understood more clearly than anyone else the terrifying power of that sect.

After entertaining Song Que and Gu Xing’er, Dao Qingcheng retired to a secret chamber in the House of Wine to continue his self-healing.

Song Que and Gu Xing’er, on the other hand, lodged temporarily in the House of Wine.

“Martial Uncle, let me be one of the fighters in the Life-and-Death Arena 10 days later,” Gu Xing’er said, “I was the one who started it all. I can’t let someone else take my place.”

Song Que shook his head. “It’s no longer up to us to make this decision. Since that existence from the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost has agreed to let the Human candidates from Snow Province take part in the duels, only martial artists from this province can fight. You’re not from Snow Province, so you aren’t qualified to fight on its behalf.”

“Oh?” Gu Xing’er was stunned. She searched her memory, her mind going back to the conversation between the two terrifying existences. They seemed to have really said that.

“But Snow Province is the weakest Human Clan province of the Northern Region. Even if we send the top martial artists of Snow Province to fight, they will surely die. So, we’re bound to lose, right?” Gu Xing’er asked anxiously.

Song Que said with a smile, “Not necessarily. The strength of the Human Clan in Snow Province is no longer what it used to be. There are a few extraordinary talents. Have you forgotten your Martial Uncle Ding is also from here?”

“Martial Uncle Ding…” At the mention of this name, Gu Xing’er’s face suddenly glowed with a strange light.

Three years had passed. But what happened three years ago seemed to have just taken place the day before.

Gu Xing’er would never forget the trip which should have been an ordinary one. She met a handsome young man along the way, gentle and refined like a scholar. From then on, her life changed.

If it weren’t for him, she would still be an ordinary armed escort. She might be forced to marry under dire straits and lived a muddled and middling existence. She would never have become a disciple of a super force like the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect, nor would she be roaming so carefreely like a lark today.

Over the past three years, that exiled immortal-like man would appear in her dream every night.

No matter how outstanding another young genius or talent was, he would still be far inferior to that teal-robed figure in her eyes.

But it had been three years. She had not heard any news of him since he left the Northern Region.

Over the past three years, with the help of the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect and the Blue Cloud Sect, Gu Xing’er had inquired about him many times. But she hardly heard any news about him. That man was never willing to lead a quiet and lonely existence. In the Central Region, a man once faced thousands of experts from the Central Region, wielding a sword and achieving great fame after that battle. Unfortunately, since that battle at the Yellow Crane Tower, no one had heard anything more about him. He seemed to have vanished from this world.

For the past three years, Gu Xing’er had been worrying about and missing him every minute.

No one would expect Gu Xing’er, the Deadly Black Rose, to burst into tears many nights, gazing at the starry night sky.

Gu Xing’er knew she would probably not fall for another man again.

“But, Ding Hao, when will you be willing to come back?”

Gu Xing’er yelled in her heart for the hundredth time.

On the other side.

Noticing Gu Xing’er’s changed expression, Song Que also sighed in his heart.

He could of course guess the girl’s thoughts, but his brother Ding Hao seemed to have disappeared from the world after leaving three years ago. Even with the power of the Blue Cloud Sect, they could not discover news of his whereabouts. Song Que even inquired about him from the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost in private but found out nothing.

Before leaving, Ding Hao had said that he was going to the Southern Wilderness. But from what Song Que learned, no one seemed to have seen Ding Hao there.

After that battle at the Yellow Crane Tower where he destroyed Miaoyu Bordello, Ding Hao never showed up again.

This troubled Song Que greatly.

From his physiognomy, Ding Hao ought to be a fortuitous man who would not die so easily. But if Ding Hao was still alive in this world, he should have heard some news about him, right?

“Well, girl, don’t worry. Your Martial Uncle Ding is a blessed man. He must have met with some strange adventures. It’s common for a man of his strength to go into secluded cultivation for decades. He will come back sooner or later,” Song Que said with a smile.

Gu Xing’er nodded and said no more.

At this moment, a cyan stream of light suddenly flashed across the sky like lightning, arriving in that instant before the House of Wine. It streaked past the window and stopped in front of Song Que.

Song Que frowned slightly. Lifting his arm, he caught the cyan light with his hand.

It turned out to be a small lifelike jade-colored crane, swirling with inscription patterns, dancing on Song Que’s palm. It looked extremely cute.

“Something has happened at the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.”

After reading the note in the jade-colored crane, Song Que’s complexion changed.

“Damn, I got myself lost even here…”

It was a vast white expanse amidst the ice and the snow. The undulating mountains and the drifting snowflakes made the world seemed boundless. The land stretched endlessly, and a thin dark cloud loomed over his head. There was no sunlight, so it was impossible to tell the directions at all.

Ding Hao stood on a mountain peak and gazed around, not knowing where to go.

It was really embarrassing.

After being accompanied all the way to Snow Province by the members of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost, Ding Hao did not go to Mirror Lake at once. Instead, he wanted to visit the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect first, so he continued his journey alone.

Once in Snow Province, he had thought that he would never get lost again in his native land. He did not expect to lose his way so completely after only half a day.