Chapter 218 – Han Ping: I Shall Defend the Honor of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute!

Chapter 218 – Han Ping: I Shall Defend the Honor of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute!

"Isn't it just a matter of having hands?"

Wang Baole looked sincerely at his grandfather and even shook the sword jade in his hand toward him.

Seeing Mo Yu's bewildered expression, he explained,

"Before each of us descended the mountain, Master gave us a sword jade. It contains sword qi he stored inside. All we have to do is activate it."

"So that's how it is."

Mo Yu could only feel envy in his heart. Why hadn't he been able to become a disciple under a Half-Saint in his youth? If he had, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did.

The surrounding crowd, after hearing this, looked at Wang Baole with even more wariness in their eyes.

The same thought surfaced in everyone's mind: Half-Saint Chu's disciples must never be provoked lightly.

That sword strike—let alone an Outer-Realm Demon—even a Half-Saint could be slain effortlessly. Everyone present knew they couldn't compare to that unlucky Half-Saint from Dayan Sacred Ground.

Most importantly, no one still had any idea how powerful Chief Chu truly was.

Half-Saint might just be the tip of the iceberg. One day, if he were to use his full strength and reveal the power of a Saint, it wouldn't be surprising at all.

Wang Baole said,

"Grandfather, the matter is resolved. I'll leave the rest to you. I'm heading back to Wendao Academy to continue my cultivation."

Mo Yu felt a trace of disappointment upon hearing this. In this world, Wang Baole was the only family he had left. Now, he had no other desires, only the wish to enjoy a peaceful life with his grandson.

But thinking further, his grandson's future clearly wasn't something a small Tiandao Manor could contain. So he nodded.

"Travel safely."

"Goodbye, Grandfather."

With that, Wang Baole turned and walked toward the great army of the Great Yu Dynasty and the Cangyun royal clan.

Everyone watched as Wang Baole led the grand army away, unable to suppress their sighs.

"First he beheaded the Spirit Nurturing Tiandao heir, then slew the Outer-Realm Demon. Another prodigy has emerged from Chief Chu's sect!"

"Indeed. It makes even this old man want to join Chief Chu."

"What do you think we should call this prodigy in the future?"

"In my view, he should be called the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Blade."

"I don't think that's appropriate. 'Heavenly Blade' was merely a Half-Saint title. This young man might become a Great Saint one day. 'Demon-Slaying' alone will suffice."

"That makes sense!"

"…"

Naturally, Wang Baole didn't hear the discussions about him, but the title "Demon-Slaying Blade" quickly reached his ears.

He didn't take the name to heart. After all, he aspired to become a Culinary Saint. A blade, to him, was nothing more than a tool for preparing ingredients.

The only thing that surprised him was that no rumor had mentioned anything about the sword jade given by his master.

Wendao Academy, inside the Miscellaneous Dao Institute.

Han Ping ran quickly toward the chief courtyard, shouting as he went,

"Master! Fourth Senior Brother won, and he even received the title 'Demon-Slaying Blade'!"

Chu Feng showed no change in expression. He merely muttered,

"So it wasn't 'Demon-Slaying Son-in-law'? The world still doesn't understand Xiaopang well enough."

Han Li: "…"

Elder Bing: "…"

After a pause, she explained,

"Sir, 'son-in-law' isn't exactly a flattering title. Xiaopang is already a top-tier prodigy—naturally, no one would mention such a thing now."

Chu Feng sighed with feeling.

"It seems the people of Xuantian Continent don't understand how powerful a son-in-law can be."

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Everyone in the courtyard showed a blank, confused expression.

Chu Feng didn't bother explaining any further and immediately changed the subject.

"Paopao, how's your research on spiritual herbs progressing?"

Han Ping replied,

"Master, ever since I arrived at Wendao Academy, the speed at which my bottle condenses spiritual liquid has increased. Previously, it would take one hundred days to condense a single drop—now it only takes ten. Each drop can accelerate a spiritual herb's growth by ten years.

"Within one hundred days, I can cultivate a hundred-year herb. Within three years, I can cultivate a thousand-year herb."

As he spoke, excitement lit up his face. He had never imagined that after joining Wendao Academy, not only would he grow stronger, even his bottle would grow stronger as well.

Elder Bing, listening to his explanation, thoughtfully said,

"If that's the case, then your bottle must be the Jade Spirit Sacred Bottle once owned by the founder of the Longevity Sect, Half-Saint Changchun. However, he perished over a thousand years ago. If you can find the artifact spirit within that bottle, its capabilities will rise to another level."

Han Ping's eyes lit up at her words. He asked,

"Master-Madam, where should I go to find that artifact spirit?"

Elder Bing didn't answer. Instead, she turned her gaze to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng smiled and said,

"When the time is right, you'll naturally find that artifact spirit. For now, focus on your cultivation. Go search for opportunities once you reach the True Fate realm."

Han Ping shook his head.

"Master, may I wait until I reach the Heavenly Origin realm before leaving the mountain?"

Chu Feng paused for a moment, then said,

"Of course you can. Since you can produce your own cultivation resources, I have no objection."

He hadn't expected this boy to be such a cautious and steady type.

"Thank you, Master."

Han Ping hadn't expected his master to be so agreeable. Back in his former sects, he'd never had the chance to settle down and cultivate in peace.

There were endless tasks every year, and every time he descended the mountain it was dangerously risky. Thankfully, he was fast enough to escape; otherwise, he would've lost his life more than once.

Chu Feng seemed to recall something and gave a special reminder.

"By the way, the once-every-three-years Outer Sect Grand Competition is less than a year away. Just aim to place near the top."

Han Ping instinctively blurted out,

"Master, do you think I can?"

He was well aware of his mediocre talent—he had needed a full year just to get started on the Longevity Technique, and he had yet to grasp its true essence.

Chu Feng laughed.

"You little rascal. Even if you don't believe in yourself, at least believe in me. Senior Brother Xu will likely break through to the True Fate realm before the Grand Competition, and Senior Sister Chu hasn't finished her cultivation yet. So the honor of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute rests on your shoulders alone."

Upon hearing this, Han Ping suddenly felt the weight on his back increase. He gritted his teeth and declared with firm resolve,

"Master, don't worry! To defend the honor of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute—Han Ping will not hesitate! I will show the strength of our disciples at the Grand Competition!"

"Good!"

Chu Feng gave him a thumbs-up.

"With those words, I can rest easy. If you face any problems in your cultivation, come to me anytime."

"Yes, Master!"

Han Ping bowed deeply to Chu Feng, then turned to leave and headed back toward his spiritual field.

Soon, he arrived at a small thatched hut beside Miaomiao Mountain's herb fields.

Since developing his spiritual field, Han Ping had been living here. His daily life was simple: farming, cultivating, and eating—repeating the same three tasks each day.

He didn't rush into cultivation. After watering the spiritual herbs in his field, he returned to his hut and began his training…

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