Chapter Three: Lotus Born at Every Step

  Tianhe Town is located on the west side of Qingyu City. Although it's not in the commercial center, the surrounding mountains have many precious mountain medicines and rare species, making the town quite prosperous. Many merchants come and go to do business, presenting a thriving scene.

  In Tianhe Town, there is a branch of the gate called Tianlang Gate. Tianlang Gate is also one of the several major gates in Bianzhou. In the past decade or so, it has developed rapidly and slowly swallowed up small gangs in Bianzhou, becoming increasingly powerful, with a tendency to become the number one gang in Bianzhou.

  Since they entered this place a few years ago, the local small gangs naturally surrendered without mentioning. Even those who wanted to resist were powerless, and now it is a family of one, with no one daring to touch its edge.

  At night, the Tianhe Town was no longer as lively as it was during the day. The men of each family returned to their homes to hold their own wives, after all, in ancient times, people's entertainment activities were also extremely limited.

  All that was seen was a slender young man walking slowly down the street, wearing a snow-white long gown, with a pale purple waistband tied around his waist, his black and shiny long hair tied back with a white silk band, a faint smile on his clear and handsome face, holding in his slender and fair hand a common three-foot green sword.

  Passersby hastily passed by, secretly applauding in their hearts. Which wealthy family's young master is this? He was indeed born with a good appearance. Such elegance is indeed rare.

  Pan Hao walked while thinking, in this more than half a month, he had almost never left the house to practice the White Lotus True Solution. The capacity of his true energy was equivalent to that of an ordinary third-rate martial artist in the Jianghu world. Adding to that the Quick Sword Eighteen Forms he learned from his past life, even against a second-rate high-level expert, he could still hold his own.

  In his past life, the spiritual energy was thin, and Pan Hao knew that White Lotus True Solution had already been difficult to break through. So he put a lot of effort into collecting attacking power, just swordsmanship alone had over a dozen volumes, as well as palm techniques, fist techniques, footwork, internal skills, and heart methods, totaling dozens of volumes. It can be said that Pan Hao was a living, breathing martial arts secret manual.

  Among them, the Fast Sword is favored by Pan Hao. The Fast Sword emphasizes speed and its moves are incredibly fast, with each sword strike's speed stacking up to a maximum of eighteen times faster. In the pre-heavenly stage where one cannot yet mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it can be said to be a top-notch sword technique.

  It seemed that Tianhe Town was unlikely to have a top-notch expert. In Yang Hao's memory, third-rate experts were already rare, and second-rate experts would not come to these small towns unless there was something major happening.

  The Tianlang School has always been tyrannical and cruel, bullying the common people, and acting arbitrarily. As one of the few top schools in Bianzhou, they do things even more ruthlessly, without leaving any face for others. In the town of Tianhe, they have a notorious reputation. However, the Tianlang School is powerful, so those who are oppressed can only swallow their anger and remain silent.

  The master of the Tianglang Hall, named Huang Wen, has absolute power in this small town and is literally the local emperor. No wonder he could take action against Yang's father. As he thought about it, Pan Hao had already arrived at the residence of the Tianglang Hall.

  At this time, the sky had already darkened, but at the entrance stood two robust young men guarding the gate. They wore tight-fitting green short-sleeved uniforms and each held a long knife in their hands. Their bronze-colored arms were covered with scars, one of them even having a scar over ten centimeters long on his face that slanted across it, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying under the cover of night.

  "Hey kid, what are you doing?!" The man on the left shouted loudly as he saw Pan Hao slowly walking towards him.

  Pan Hao slowly raised his head and smiled, at this time, their distance was only a mere two meters!

  Clang...

  A long sword suddenly emerged from its scabbard with a loud noise.

  The night was quiet and terrifying, in an instant, as if only that clear and crisp sword hum existed between heaven and earth.

  The sword has been sheathed.

  Pfft... The robust man fell to the ground instantly, with a thin red line appearing on his neck. His eyes still held a hint of confusion, and his mouth was slightly agape, as if he wanted to say something more, but his heartbeat had already slowed to a stop.

  Another scarred man only heard a "ding" sound, and his good friend who had been with him for several years slowly fell down. In an instant, his pores exploded.

  A huge sense of crisis enveloped his heart, and the big and small battles and killings over the years made him make a wise choice in an instant.

  He knew that escaping at this time was obviously out of the question.

  "Ahh..." A loud roar, mustering up the last bit of courage, also to notify his companions inside, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, he charged straight at Pan Hao.

  Clang...

  Pfft...

  Qingfeng seemed as if it had never left its scabbard, quietly lying in Pan Hao's hand.

  The man with the scar on his face fell to the ground with a loud thud, his eyes fixed intently on Pan Hao. The thin red line on his neck began to slowly split open, and thick streams of fresh blood flowed out from it, spreading across the bluestone pavement beneath his feet.

  The night grew darker...

  Pan Hao looked at him calmly, expressionless. Those who come out to mix will eventually have to pay back! In the rivers and lakes, how many people can end up well? Unfortunately, this is not Pan Hao's fate. The vendetta of the rivers and lakes no longer exists in Pan Hao's heart, only the pursuit of immortality is his goal.

  Tapping... , slowly stepping into the dark red gate, suddenly opening up, a thousand or so square meters of martial arts training ground, the floor is made of granite, with several weapon racks on it, all eighteen kinds of weapons are available. Further inside is a large hall, apparently for meeting purposes.

  "What's going on!" The crowd, awakened by a loud roar, rushed out of the room in a hurry, their clothes disheveled but each holding a weapon. Seeing Pan Hao walking in calmly from outside, they shouted loudly.

  "Where is Huang Wenhe?"

  Pan Hao asked calmly.

  At this time, with the sound of chaotic footsteps, a refined man in a dark long gown quickly walked out from among the crowd.

  Hearing Pan Hao's words, he was stunned. This young man shouldn't know him himself! Huang Wen still had some confidence in his ability to recognize people.

  "Who are you?"

  Huang Wen asked coldly. If you can't say anything good, don't blame yourself for being impolite. His eyes swept across the door, looking at his subordinates lying in a pool of blood, Huang Wen's murderous intention was as cold as winter.

  Pan Hao's eyes narrowed as he looked at the refined and courteous man in front of him.

  "You know this jade pendant!"

  "Ah, it's you, you little bastard!" Seeing Pan Hao take out a jade pendant, and recalling the subordinate who had died more than ten days ago, Huang Wen suddenly understood, and sneered in his heart. His own father had been killed by him, what could this half-grown kid do?

  Seeking death! Pan Hao's eyes were icy cold, killing Huang Wen would also settle the karma of this body.

  Hmph...

  Pan Hao's feet trod a mysterious pace, fluttering and elusive, like flowing water. Extremely fast. However, Pan Hao was very dissatisfied. As soon as Bai Lian Zhen entered the second-grade realm, he could comprehend the divine ability called "Step by Step Lotus Birth".

  According to the Bai Lian Zhen Jie, when Bu Bu Sheng Lian reaches its final stage, it can traverse thousands of miles in an instant, and even the ends of the earth are within reach. However, Pan Hao is currently only at the first-grade cultivation level and can only use the lightness skill he obtained from his previous life.

  "Cut off his head and offer it as a sacrifice to the deceased brother."

  Huang Wengu smiled and said.

  "It is..."

  Each of the disciples was more inclined to practice horizontal kung fu, and they were all tall and majestic, like giant bears. In an instant, dozens of people pounced on Pan Hao, and a fierce gust of wind hit him in the face, followed by a powerful pressure that came head-on.

  Seeing dozens of people rushing over in an instant, Pan Hao sneered coldly.

  "Kill..."

  Pan Hao let out a low growl.

  Clang...

  A clear and pleasant sword hum sounded.

  Pfft...

  A flash of cold light, and the necks of two members split open with a streak of blood. They crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Large amounts of fresh blood gushed out from their necks, dyeing the granite beneath their feet crimson red.

  Shouts of killing rose and fell without end

  The sound of weapons being handed over kept coming...

  One encounter, several burly Tianlangmen members suddenly had their necks cracked open, with fresh blood splashing in all directions, and their lives slipping away instantly. However, the blood that splattered on other members' bodies instead stirred up their killing intent, as they charged towards Pan Hao one by one, fearless of death.

  Pan Hao's sword moved faster and faster, others only felt a flash of cold light, and someone had already died. With the help of the Floating Cloud Step, Pan Hao strolled through the dozens of people as if he was taking a leisurely walk in his own courtyard, his swift sword beheading one person after another.

  Hook, hang, point, lift, prick, tease, split...

  The sword in his hand became more and more handy, as if it had merged with Pan Hao's soul. The white lotus virtual shadow in the dantian was constantly absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world, transforming it into a unique true energy. A stream of pale white true energy flowed continuously from the dantian along the arm to the sword in his hand.

  Buzz buzz buzz......

  The finely crafted sword seemed to have been imbued with a spiritual quality at this moment, as it continuously hummed and vibrated, tempered by the true energy. Although it had killed over a dozen people, its surface still shone brightly, reflecting the light. The addition of threads of true energy only made the sword even sharper and more chilling.

  Just as Pan Hao was about to deliver the finishing blow, a strong sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him. His footsteps instantly accelerated several times over, and a faint afterimage remained in place.

  Pfft...

  The residual shadow was torn apart by a cold light, and then a piercing sword whistling sound rang out. A black figure stood in the position where Pan Hao had just been, but it was Huang Wen.

  In a flash, there were heavy casualties at his hands, and Huang Wen obviously couldn't wait any longer, wanting to take care of this enemy himself.

  "Die, you little brat!"

  Huang Wen let out a low growl and saw that his previous attack had missed its mark. He immediately turned around and chased after him.

  Is it just based on that clumsy gait of yours?

  Several turns later, Pan Hao's feet were like flowing clouds and water, floating and elegant. The members of the Heavenly Wolf Gate fell to the ground one after another, their necks or hearts pierced by Pan Hao's sword. Huang Wen saw that Pan Hao was actually so cunning and did not face the battle head-on, but relied on a mysterious footwork to shuttle through the crowd.

  One after another, several more fell, and the martial arts arena was already filled with blood and corpses. The members of the Sky Wolf Sect were becoming fewer and fewer, and finally, the last remaining members of the Sky Wolf Sect began to lose their nerve, their morale having been crushed by Pan Hao's cruel methods.

  Death is not scary; what's scary is that you haven't even seen the shadow of your enemy, but you've already lost your head.

  The Tianglangmen disciples who were rushing towards Pan Hao with all their might suddenly slowed down, one by one, looking at each other in dismay and hesitation.

  Pan Hao also stopped in his tracks, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy to replenish his true energy. Huang Wen saw Pan Hao suddenly stop and was overjoyed in his heart, haha, this kid must have exhausted his internal true energy, consuming too much.

  "This little guy is really exhausted, whoever kills him will get a reward of 500 taels."

  Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they looked at Pan Hao's footsteps coming to a stop, instantly feeling a sense of relief in their hearts.

  To know that for outer sect members like them, a month's worth is only about ten taels of silver, and their usual expenses are just barely enough. Now with this generous reward, everyone's minds suddenly became active.

  "Kill... kill..."

  The Tianlangmen members, whose minds were filled with greed, rushed towards Pan Hao like vicious dogs fighting for food. It was as if they feared that the 500 taels of silver would be snatched away by others if they slowed down even a bit.

  Bai Lian's true solution is not comparable to ordinary martial arts, from the beginning to now, the spiritual energy has been continuously entering Pan Hao's body, slowly transforming into Bai Lian's true energy within Pan Hao's body. The current Pan Hao is much stronger than before.

  At a glance, all are people who should be killed.

  Kill... kill...

  Cries of killing rose and fell, blood had already covered the ground, dozens of green-shirted Tianlangmen members rushed towards the white-shirted youth in the middle like moths to a flame.

  Death...

  No shred of pity remained, the green steel sword in his hand was imbued with an even chillier aura by the White Lotus True Energy, emitting a humming sword cry, and slowly, two faint white lotus flowers bloomed in Pan Hao's profound eyes, the sacred white lotus flowers opening slowly.

  This is Pan Hao's manifestation of pushing Bailian Zhenqi to its extreme.

  With a whoosh, the cold sword in his hand suddenly split into countless sword shadows. They burst forth around Pan Hao's body, like a beautiful lotus flower blooming, stabbing out from every strange angle...