Chapter 109 Hero's Sigh

At sunset in the desert, the endless sand dunes are blown by the wind, forming curved ripples that look like wrinkles on the earth.

On these wrinkles, there are broken walls, torn flags, half-buried bones, and rusty weapons everywhere, telling the desolation of history.

There was an old man sitting on the wall, staring into the distance, until the two people appeared, then he said bluntly:

"Boy, you shouldn't have brought anyone here."

"Do you think this magic mirror is easy to make and not a waste of effort?"

"If the Marquis hadn't given me the dragon pill from the adult mirage dragon he killed, would I have been able to remember all this?"

"I only teach peerless geniuses, geniuses who can become champion marquises."

"How can she, a woman, come in?"

The spirit of the hero flag, one of the ten personal guards of the Champion Marquis more than 600 years ago, said old man Qin Wu dissatisfiedly.

Huo Qiushui quickly apologized:

"I am here to see Mr. Qin. This time, I took the initiative to ask for help from Lord Longcheng. Please don't blame me."

Chu Wujiang nodded and said yes:
"Master Qin, Miss Huo is also a genius. With her help, I will be able to find out the truth about the murder of the Champion Marquis."

"Please forgive me, old man, and be lenient."

Chu Wujiang discovered that Old Man Qin was not the Ghost King, nor the Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and his other souls were still living well outside. He suddenly felt a sense of wonder.

At this time, in the Huo family's living room, Huo Qiu Shui's body could not move, and Chu Wujiang pretended to be unable to move. Under the cover of white light, he listened to the discussions of the Huo family.

Huo Wenxuan, the fourth son of the Huo family, said quickly:

"Dad, I hope my elder sister and Lord Longcheng are okay."

"When the family used it, it always emitted golden light. Why is it emitting white light now?"

Huo Wenjun, the fifth son of the Huo family, nodded and agreed:
"Dad, let's stop it."

Shunyi Bo said calmly:

"Why panic?"

"Lord Longcheng is a contemporary genius who can face the Yuanshen Zhenren directly."

"Can you do it?"

"With him here, nothing will happen."

The two fell silent.

Dad, don't compare yourself to this kind of person.

……

The outside world was talking about it, but Mr. Qin was not so easy to talk to:
"The army must have rules."

"I say one thing, and you are not allowed to say another."

"If I didn't want to scold this kid, I wouldn't have started it at all."

"Don't do this kind of thing again."

Huo Qiushui did not sit still and wait for death, but asked in a deep voice:

"Master Qin, wait a minute."

"The Huo family is willing to offer ten pure Yuandan for the old man to enjoy."

"Please, old man, for the sake of the Huo family's hundreds of years of respect, help me practice the real "Extreme Prison Lightning Art"."

[The real "Extreme Prison Lightning Art"? ]

[Does it have to go through the killing battlefield to comprehend the true meaning of the technique and unleash its greatest power? ]

[Ms. Huo shoulders the future of the Huo family, so she naturally cannot go to the battlefield to fight, so she can only settle for the next best thing.]

Chu Wujiang also chimed in:
"Old man, don't you also want various precious materials such as Yuandan?"

"You can negotiate any conditions you have."

In the end, Mr. Qin didn't intend to pay attention to them. Instead, he looked at the sunset and continued to sing the song he never finished:
"Thinking back to the past, I whipped the grassland, crushed the mountains and rivers, and shook the world."

"Today, the flag has fallen and the people have dispersed, leaving only a trace of blood to tell of the desolation..."

He hummed a tune, often stopping halfway through, crying silently and letting himself drown in the memories of the past.

This old man is stubborn and obstinate, he has no weaknesses and will not accept any compromise.

Huo Qiushui was silent for a moment, and seemed to have made a decision, and then sang the part that Mr. Qin had not finished singing:
"The ambition is unfulfilled, the hero's tears are gone, the world is like a dream and it is hard to look back."

"The heroic spirit remains, the ambition never fades, and the heroic spirit lives forever in heaven and earth."

Mr. Qin's face changed and he shouted loudly:
"Where did you learn this song 'Hero's Lament'?"

"That sour Ding didn't spread this song at all."

"Tell me, where did you learn that?"

Qin Wu yelled in anger, and the entire desert battlefield suddenly became dark. The legendary monster sandworms emerged from the desert. The sandworms looked extremely terrifying, and under their urging, the wind and sand suddenly covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to open your eyes.

The hill under their feet turned into a whirlpool, and the sandworm opened its bloody mouth.

Huo Qiushui said quickly:
"In reply to the old man, I have been collecting the relics of the Champion Marquis."

"By chance, I discovered that there was a scholar in the Hero Camp who specialized in writing biographies for the Hero Camp."

"I searched all the way and finally found his tomb in the Ancient Moon Temple in Shengzhou."

"There was nothing else in that tomb except this poem 'Hero's Lament'."

Old Master Qin took a deep breath and waved his hand. The sandworms around him disappeared without a trace. Then he asked in a deep voice:

"When did he die?"

Huo Qiushui replied:
"He died five hundred and eighty years ago, after the fall of the Dragon Vein Dynasty, and died in depression."

Mr. Qin sighed:

"Sour, sour."

"I thought you could find out the truth, but you always sing your crappy tune and expect someone to match the secret code with me."

"I didn't expect you to leave without saying a word."

When Huo Qiu Shui heard the change in Mr. Qin's mood, her face became a little nervous, and she used her last trump card.

Mr. Qin pondered and said:

"You want to use the killing battlefield to integrate the murderous intent of hell into the Yuandan and complete the first transformation, right?"

Huo Qiushui nodded and said:

"Yes, old man."

"It was with this skill that our ancestors were able to advance to the Yuanling realm!"

"That's why I took the liberty to ask for your advice."

Most of the descendants of the Huo family were stuck at the ninth level of Yuandan and unable to break through to the Yuanling realm. This was because they failed to comprehend the true meaning of hell during their first level.

She wants to shoulder the responsibility of the Huo family, and the best way is to understand the true meaning of hell and destroy thunder.

Mr. Qin shook his head and said:

"You brought me some sour news. I will give you a chance as a favor."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to teach you right now."

Huo Qiushui said quickly:
"Please give your orders, old man."

Mr. Qin snorted coldly:
"Use all your strength to kill me."

"If you are a peerless genius, I will teach you."

Huo Qiushui placed his right hand on his sword and growled:
"I'm sorry for the offence."

In Chu Wujiang's eyes, he saw a cloud of water vapor rising around her, and the water vapor vaguely contained terrifying thunder.

These thunders, accompanied by the blade, pierced through the air directly, as if turning into a flash of lightning, slashing towards Qin Wu at an astonishing speed.

Beep!
Sword flash, thunder and lightning!

Chu Wujiang couldn't help but open his Yin-Yang eyes. The speed of the blade was almost close to the speed of Hong Yanling's sword.

But it's no use.

Qin Wu closed his eyes, stretched out two fingers, and at the moment when the blade was about to arrive, he grabbed Huo Qiu Shui's sword.

Thunderous sword dance!
Huo Qiu Shui was not surprised, but directly detonated the thunder on the blade, letting the thunder deal with Old Man Qin. The thunder came over to observe, but Old Man Qin did not use any other methods. He stood still and let the thunder fill his body without any harm.

"Thunder comes from the water of disaster, and it dominates disaster and destruction."

"With this kind of physique, you can become one of the geniuses in the world in the future."

"But not enough."

Old Master Qin has seen too many geniuses. His superior is the Son of Destiny, so he doesn't need someone with the talent of Huo Qiu Shui.

Huo Qiushui sighed softly, put away his sword, clasped his hands together and said:

"Thank you for your guidance, old man."

"I will take my leave now."

Chu Wujiang saw Huo Qiushui retreating, and stopped her from leaving. In the other's surprised eyes, he said:
"Master, there's me too."

"Why don't I give it a try too."

Qin Wu was just about to scold her, saying that you are not as good as her, but his face suddenly changed.

Chu Wujiang sacrificed the Yuandan.

Wait, you are in the Yuandan realm?

(End of this chapter)