Chapter 06: Wi village was attacked

Every time dawn breaks, Zhi Hao stands tall at the top of Mount Qianlong, where the air is still clear of the noise of the world. His right leg was tied tightly to a pine tree branch that grew on the edge of the cliff, while his body floated in the air, depending only on the strength of the rope and his body's balance. His eyes were closed, his breathing evenly following the natural rhythm of his surroundings. The mountain wind blew gently, challenging the stability of his body which was already at its limit.

In the afternoon, after performing a series of physical exercises that had been prescribed by the Heaven Crushing Scripture, Zhi Hao returned to the same peak. This time, sweat dripped down his tense face, showing how hard his training had been. His left leg was now tied, and he was hanging upside down, facing the sky which was starting to turn orange as the sun set. Every movement is a struggle, every breath is an effort to maintain focus and balance.

Zhi Hao bit his lip when the night wind began to blow stronger, shaking his body like a swaying leaf. However, his wide-open eyes did not reveal the slightest fear. This is a test he must pass, part of the journey of a warrior who never gives up. He trains not only to hone his body, but also his mental and mental resilience in facing all obstacles.

Without a teacher as a companion, only relying on a book that was passed down. He continued to pump his body, strengthening his physique and energy began to form in his chest. There were three Energy Points circulating in his body now.

Days passed, months passed and he had been training alone for more than a year and a half. focused on improving his cultivation and Physical strength as well as increasing his understanding in swordsmanship.

The small explosion that occurred in the remote training ground caused the ground to shake for a moment. Dust and smoke rose in the air, creating an atmosphere that looked like an ancient battlefield. Zhi Hao, who was sitting cross-legged amidst the hustle and bustle, slowly opened his eyes. A satisfied smile was etched on his handsome face. "I've been training here for quite a long time," he muttered softly, while reflecting on the long process he had gone through.

he stared at the ancient scripture lying beside him—the Heavenly Destruction Scripture, an artifact that was legendary and full of mystery. "I only managed to absorb a quarter of this book," he continued, his voice filled with enthusiasm and satisfaction. "However, I feel that my strength is sufficient."

Zhi Hao rose to his feet, a gentle breeze blowing through his black and shiny hair. He fixed his training clothes made of coarse cloth, adjusted his belt made of leather. "I've also reached the Earth Realm now," he said, unable to hide his admiration at his own accomplishment. "This is so amazing!"

“I don't know how long I've spent training here. even my face has grown a beard." he said reflecting on the clear water flowing near the residence.

"Now how can I get out of here?" Zhi Hao whispered to himself, his steps echoing among the ruins.

This place, which he now called Qianlong, seemed increasingly mysterious and eerie. He had never met a human figure during the more than a year he had been trapped, but only various wild animals that stood in his way.

His days were filled with hunting these wild creatures, as a means to sharpen his fighting instincts in this cruel terrain.

"Can I really get out of the grip of this place?" he called again, voice full of anticipation and desperation.

Unexpectedly, a mysterious beam of energy suddenly surrounded his body, and miraculously, he was thrown out of the training arena that had trapped him for a long time.

Zhi Hao was frozen in the middle of the island which was starting to crack and crumble beneath his feet. Along with the destruction, an ancient chest in front of him changed shape, turning into a bright light and charging straight at him.

As the light radiating from the mysterious chest approached him, Zhi Hao reflexively raised his arms, preparing to face the incoming surprise. However, what happened next he never expected; a bracelet coiled around her wrist, turning from light to matter in an instant.

"I can't stay here, and it doesn't mean I acknowledge you as my master," a firm voice came from the bracelet, accompanied by the glint of the dragon's head staring intensely at him. The bracelet didn't seem big, but every detail seemed to be perfectly carved, sparkling like jade.

"Huh!" Zhi Hao almost couldn't believe it when the voice filled the room, only one word managed to escape his mouth in a state of mounting shock.

"No time to think!" without warning, from the mouth of the dragon bracelet a ray of light shot out into the sky, piercing the void. Instantly, a vortex was created and mercilessly sucked Zhi Hao into it.

They appeared above the sky of Wi Village, which was currently filled with chaos and blood. A fierce battle is taking place below. In the midst of the din, an unknown figure suddenly fell from the sky with a shocked scream that sliced ​​through the sky.

Bam!

A deafening thud could be heard as Zhi Hao plunged himself into the ground. dust flew up, dancing in the air up to knee height.

Everyone watching was stunned, stunned into sudden silence.

The battle, which had been fierce, suddenly stopped. Both parties withdrew, forming a new line with faces full of alertness and astonishment.

Zhi Hao looked around in confusion too. Suddenly he heard a scream.

"Who are you?" Fu Yao broke the silence, his tone full of hidden threats. He, a warrior from Fu Village, was known to be cruel in looting villages like the Wi Clan.

"Why are you bothering Wi Village?" Zhi Hao replied with a question, his eyes staring intently at his opponent, not intimidated in the slightest.

“Young man, move aside or die at the tip of my spear!” shouted Fu Yao, her voice resounding defiantly, filling the air with a pressure that felt almost physical. His aura radiated strongly, trying to crush Zhi Hao's spirit.

However, Zhi Hao did not budge, standing firmly like an old tree with deep roots. Not even an inch did he step back, the setting sun framed his fearless figure...