Chapter 18 Knife and Sword
In the Yuzhang Military Region Hospital, a man walked into the intensive care unit where Chen Qingniu was. In the smoke, one could only see that he was an old man, with a pipe smoking and no one knew where the huge amount of smoke came from.

He was holding a box in his hand, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air. The elders who were meditating and practicing Qi in Chen Qingniu's ward did not move at all. Not only did they not notice the old man's arrival, they did not even see his figure, even though he was right in front of them.

He Laoliu looked at Chen Qingniu in the treatment cabin, stretched out his hand and Chen Qingniu appeared in front of him, even though the treatment cabin was sealed tightly.

A stream of immortal energy floated out from his hand, poured into Chen Qingniu's body, and after circulating for several circles, it flew out.

In just a few breaths, Chen Qingniu, who was seriously injured and unconscious, opened his eyes. He felt better than ever and his injuries disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the old man surrounded by smoke, Chen Qingniu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master, your disciple..."

"Get up." Chen Qingniu stood up when He Laoliu waved his hand. He could no longer kneel down. He didn't like these grand ceremonies.

"I know about your situation. Don't be sad. People are born, grow old, get sick and die. This is the cycle of nature. You and I may turn into dust in thousands or even millions of years. Your father just died one step ahead of us."

He comforted Chen Qingniu. He had lived for so many years and had seen a lot of life and death, but he could not see through life and death. People have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and cultivators are not heartless people either.

"But my father's death was really undeserved. If I can't avenge him, how can I be called a son of man? Whenever I think of my father's appearance, I feel sad."

Chen Qingniu was a big man, but his eyes were still red and tears were falling. His father was fine a few days ago, and the two of them chatted and drank tea and wine together.

In the blink of an eye, father and son were separated by Yin and Yang.

"Since you want revenge, you should cheer up and kill Zhao Hao with your own hands to offer sacrifice to your father's spirit in heaven. What's the point of crying here?"

"Master is right." Chen Qingniu wiped away his tears.

"Do you want to practice sword again?" asked He Laoliu.

"Practice, of course I have to practice! Zhao Hao is a sword immortal, and I will use my sword to take his life one day!" Chen Qingniu's eyes were firm.

He Laoliu was quite helpless. Why did his disciple like swords so much? Obviously, everyone in Xianwu Mountain was a martial arts practitioner! They could conquer the world with fists and feet!

"Practice boxing with me. If you practice well, you will be able to avenge your grievances within ten years. When your physique is strong, you will be able to practice sword skills faster. The two are not contradictory."

"If I continue to practice sword, how many years will it take me to defeat Zhao Hao?" Chen Qingniu asked.

"Fifty years, or a hundred years, or forever. Zhao Hao is in Tianjian Mountain, and the guidance and training environment he has received are far better than yours.

You are really stupid to sacrifice your own strengths to attack the enemy's strengths, or do you really look down on Xianwu Mountain's martial arts?" He Laoliu said in feigned anger.
Chen Qingniu shook his head quickly: "No, my Xianwu Mountain is not inferior to Tianjian Mountain. It's just that I think the punches and kicks are too brute force. The sword immortal is still more cool and elegant."

"You don't have that kind of luck!" He Laoliu said seriously, "If you practice swordsmanship, you can only become a great swordsman in your lifetime. It's hard to break through, so it's useless."

"Oh." It was the first time that Chen Qingniu heard his master deny him like this. But he had always wanted to become a sword immortal since he was a child. How cool it would be to fly with a sword!

"Do you think the sword immortal is really so cool? He still doesn't care about his image even in a life-and-death fight!" He Laoliu threw the box in his hand to him.

"Someone had a fight with me for the stuff in this box. Tsk tsk tsk, I broke his ribs with one punch. He looked so miserable. What a shameless image he had."

Chen Qingniu opened the box and saw a skull, exactly the same skull that belonged to Zhao Hao's biological father.

"Master, you..."

"We are in the right in this matter, so what if I take his head? Although Zhao Tianxing's life or death will be decided by fists in the end, I won, so he died, and his soul was completely wiped out, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to cultivate for another life." He Laoliu snorted.

"Are you still practicing swordplay? Didn't the sword master you admire lose to me, your master? Tell me, should you practice boxing with me?"

Chen Qingniu said: "In the next ten years, I will not be distracted by the sword anymore, don't worry, Master."

The world is so big, but the hatred for my father’s murder is the biggest now!
"I won't care about the life-and-death battle between you and Zhao Hao, and neither will anyone else. It's up to you to judge your own abilities."

He Laoliu waved his sleeves and turned around: "I'll go to Meiling to take a look, let's go back to the martial arts hall, and by the way, greet your fifth senior brother, he will soon be the head of your martial arts hall."

Having an apprentice who is not interested in practicing boxing but prefers to practice sword is also a cause for concern for him.

...After a little treatment, Wang Xuan stopped the bleeding and changed into clean clothes. He disassembled the sniper rifle and put it in the safe, and also stored some important things.

Now that he has revealed his strength, many people have noticed him, so naturally they need to be cautious.

After what happened today, I'm afraid that people in the entire community will change their views of him, and the peace and leisure of the past will no longer exist.

No matter how approachable he is, others will always keep their distance from him. It is human instinct to stay away from danger. Once the tiger in sheep's clothing is discovered, the sheep will scatter.

"Personal panel." Wang Xuan muttered in his mind, and the accelerator's personal panel appeared.

Name: Wang Xuan

Age: twenty-four
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 95 kg
……

Skills: Perfect Tyrant Sword (can be accelerated), Great Mastery of Hunyuan Posture (can be accelerated), Great Mastery of Bull Fist (can be accelerated), Second Level of Life-Enduring Skill (can be accelerated), Great Mastery of Bow Pulling (can be accelerated), Minor Mastery of Golden Bell Cover (can be accelerated)...

Origin: one thousand two hundred and sixty-five
Looking at the four words "霸刀完美" that appeared above, Wang Xuan felt a little confused. Some memories of the past came to his mind, but he immediately suppressed them.

The past twelve years were by no means a beautiful memory for him, but more of pain and suffering. Fortunately, he survived.

At this moment, when he saw the domineering sword technique again, Wang Xuan knew that he could look directly at everything in the past and face it calmly. The him who was full of vitality and infinite radiance was back.

"As a swordsman, how can I be without a sword?"

Wang Xuan logged into the online mall through his personal terminal, searched for weapons, and began looking for a knife that suited him, not too expensive, just suitable.

Soon he set his eyes on one. The sword was four feet long, with the handle about twenty centimeters long. The entire sword was made of a special metal, star gold, which is a metal commonly used in the military.

In the introduction video, this knife can cut a tree as thick as a bowl in half with one stroke, and can also cut steel bars as thick as a thumb in half with one stroke.

This type of sword is quite classic, and its maximum force resistance is 10,000 kilograms. It will not break even in a battle between ordinary monks.

Of course, this knife is also heavy, weighing more than 40 pounds, and the blade is two centimeters thick. If you don't have enough strength, it won't be able to exert its power, and it may even get stuck after hitting an object.

This is the sword made for monks and warriors. Ordinary people cannot use it and cannot afford it because it requires four million star coins.

"It's a bit expensive, but I'm in a good mood today. I feel comfortable looking at this knife. Money can't buy what you love, so what's the big deal about four million?"

As long as it can enhance his strength, especially during this dangerous period before he rises, he is willing to spend some of the money he can earn while being alive.

After clicking to buy, he selected five bottles of Hundred Herbs Essence and spent his Star Money like water. In the past few days, one-fifth of the 50 million Star Money had been spent.

Looking at the bloodstain on his chest, Wang Xuan drank a mouthful of nutrient solution, then selected a bit of source power, aimed it at the Everlasting Life Technique, and activated the accelerator to accelerate.

Visibly, his wound began to move, quickly repairing the damaged flesh and blood. Soon, the wound, which was nearly a foot long and half a centimeter deep, was reduced to only a red blood line.

"Hunyuan Posture Great Success (Can be accelerated)", after Wang Xuan's wound healed, he clicked to accelerate Hunyuan Posture, and soon it was five units. As his Qi and blood were condensed, the original blood line on the wound disappeared without a trace.

He lost a lot of blood from his wounds, but he quickly recovered by condensing his Qi and blood through the Hunyuan Posture, and his physical strength reached its peak again.

The next morning, Wang Xuan, who had been practicing standing meditation until 7:30, went out on time, wearing a long sword, and headed towards the martial arts hall.

To the vigorous Wang Xuan, the position of assistant teacher is already within his reach. As long as he stays within the rules, he can achieve this goal.

As he possesses the perfect sword, which assistant coach can be his match?
However, before reaching the entrance of the martial arts gym, Wang Xuan met an old man surrounded by smoke. He was very surprised that a pipe could produce so much smoke.

The old man glanced at him, showing his white teeth, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Young man, you have demonic energy in your body and demonic thoughts in your mind. You must pay attention to your spiritual cultivation, otherwise big problems will arise sooner or later."

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Then may I ask, old man, how can I improve my spiritual cultivation?"

(End of this chapter)