Chapter 0007: The Legend of Misty Valley (Part One)

  Li Ruo Knife practiced bitterly in the broken temple for two consecutive days.

  For the past two days, he had his younger brother drink most of the medicinal broth, and his complexion was getting better and better. His little face was also slightly plumper, and his strength had increased significantly, already stronger than children of the same age.

  When he had the time, Li Ruo would take his younger brother to town and buy him some treats and toys. Every time, his younger brother was as happy as if it were New Year's. Li Ruo couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart; such simple joys that other children took for granted were a luxury for his brother.

  More time passed, and Li Ruo was still diligently practicing the Flowing Clouds and Frosty Edge sword technique.

  Li Ruo knew that his current body was still like a rough embryo, without undergoing the refinement of a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, far from being a refined steel. His mind had the intention of wielding a sword, but his body couldn't fully express its essence.

  However, Li Rengdao has always had a perseverance that others cannot match. He has been cultivating since he was young and has a strong momentum. If one practice doesn't work, then I'll practice ten times. While others are eating and sleeping, Li Rengdao is fully focused on his arduous cultivation.

  Two days have passed, and the Flowing Clouds Sword Technique has become increasingly powerful in Li Ruo's hands. He feels that he can now bring out 30% of its true potential.

  Underfoot extremely fast one mistake, a burst of light in the midst, a short dagger swiftly stabbed out, with a hiss, Li Ran's knife hand heavily paused, using too much force, almost stumbling and falling.

  His younger brother covered his mouth on one side, with a smile in his eyes. In his opinion, this was quite an amusing thing.

  Li Ran's bitter smile slowly retracted his form, the dagger was too short after all, and it was hard to bring out the sword's intent. When the true power of the swordsmanship was revealed, the disadvantage of the dagger had already become quite apparent.

  The sky grew darker, and my younger brother, exhausted from playing, lay half-reclined in the weeds.

  Li Ran Dao looked at his younger brother with a faint smile, his heart filled with harmony and tranquility. He sat cross-legged on one side, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. His hands formed a seal as he slowly stirred the vital energy within him, circulating it through his body in a cycle of heaven and earth.

  The spiritual energy of the heavens and earth was quietly absorbed by Li Ruo's knife, gathering in his dantian, the energy surged like a tide, wave after wave crashing against the third layer of Jingyuan's barrier. It had already been three days, but this pass still showed no signs of breakthrough. Li Ruo's knife silently pondered, if he didn't have the support of spiritual medicine, to break through this pass, relying on his current self, it would probably take a year's time.

  It's getting late at night, and there is a silence between heaven and earth.

  Li Ran's mind gradually cleared, and with each breath, he seemed to merge with the rhythm of heaven and earth. His entire being was in a state of profound mystery. Just then, his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, chaotic footsteps echoed from afar, faintly reaching his ears.

  Li Ran's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his heart was filled with shock and uncertainty.

  This broken temple is located in the suburbs of the town, and at night there are hardly any pedestrians nearby. Listening to the footsteps coming towards the broken temple, getting closer and closer, who is it?

  Li Ran suddenly jumped up, stuffed several medicine packets wrapped in herbs and a silver bag into a hole behind the god shrine, sealed it with tiles and stones. The dagger was hidden on his wrist, covered by his sleeve, leaving no trace.

  Before long, his younger brother also heard the heavy footsteps, and his eyes showed a terrified expression. He stood up tightly and leaned against Li Ran's side, and the two brothers stared at the two broken doors, looking out through the gap in the door.

  For Li Ruo Dao, it had only been a few days since his rebirth, and his cultivation period was too short, far from being able to cope with powerful enemies. Li Ruo Dao's heart felt bitter, hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, and judging from the sound of the footsteps, there seemed to be only one person coming, and their feet were heavy and staggering, as if they were severely injured. Only then did Li Ruo Dao slowly let out a breath.

  A loud thud, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. A faint cry for help came from outside the door: "Help...help me..."

  Li Ruo waved his hand to let his brother hide behind the god's niche, and after seeing his brother hastily hiding, he carefully walked to the door edge, moved the bluestone away and looked out. A sturdy figure was struggling in the muddy water in front of the door.

  Li Rengdao raised his vital energy, tightly grasping the dagger hidden at his wrist, and slowly walked over. The burly man heard the footsteps and turned his head, Li Rengdao's heart was shocked, this person was covered in blood, from the look on his face, he had clearly suffered a fatal injury, his breathing weak.

  "Save me... Save me..."

  Li Ran's knife swiftly moved two steps forward, his hand placed on the muscular man's wrist, feeling a pulse that seemed to be there and yet not there, extremely chaotic.

  Li Ran's eyes narrowed, and he furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment. From the pulse diagnosis, he discovered that this person's internal organs were shattered, and their heart meridian was severely damaged, making it impossible to save them even with his medical skills.

  His body's vital energy is in a state of chaotic turmoil, and can no longer be controlled. What surprised Li Ruo Dao was that this person's vital energy was extremely majestic and powerful, with scattered and disorderly energy, it should be a strong master of the fourth realm of vital energy, more than ten times stronger than Li Ruo Dao's current strength.

  He slightly opened his eyes, with a hopeful expression.

  Li Ran's knife was silent, one hand stretched into the armpit of the robust man, lightly exerting strength, and with a "whoosh" sound, lifted the robust man up and supported him towards the broken temple.

  A strange glint flashed in the dull eyes of the robust Han, and he never expected that in a dilapidated temple, there would be someone inside, who was actually an unfathomable young man.

  Everyone has a clear understanding of the mighty strength in their hearts, with a weight of over 200 pounds, a young man effortlessly lifts it up, this strength and skill are breathtaking.

  Li Ruo Dao helped the robust man into the temple, placed him in a corner by the wall, and let him lean against it. He silently turned around, used the edge of the broken pot to scoop some remaining medicinal broth from afar, and brought it to the robust man's mouth. He supported him as he slowly drank the medicinal broth.

  The medicine was incredibly effective, and as the medicinal broth entered his stomach, its potency surged into the robust man's body, causing a hint of brightness to gradually emerge in his eyes. His complexion also improved significantly. Feeling the energy and vitality within himself, the robust man once again revealed an expression of astonishment on his face, nodded vigorously at Li Fenger, and gestured with his eyes, indicating that he wanted another sip.

  Li Ranno sighed slowly, knowing that these medicinal soups could only keep him hanging on by a thread, and now it was all just a flash in the pan. However, after all, he was a dying man, Li Ranno couldn't bear to refuse, and turned back to continue walking towards that broken pot.

  His younger brother also walked out from behind the god's shrine with a puzzled look on his face, staring blankly at the burly man.

  Zhuang Han's face broke into an unpleasant smile as he beckoned his younger brother over.

  "Little brother, come here, uncle will give you a pastry to eat."

  His younger brother saw his older brother feeding the man medicine, and he was no longer on guard in his heart. When he heard about the pastry, he curiously walked towards the strong man with a look of curiosity on his face.

  Li Ran's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and with a loud crash, he knocked over the corner of the vase. He quickly turned around to see that man using force to pull his younger brother into his arms. One hand grasped his younger brother like a small chicken, the thick and sturdy fingers bulging out as they tightly gripped his younger brother's neck. His younger brother's face was pale with fear, too scared to even cry.

  Li Ran's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted sternly: "What are you going to do?"