Baby with Daoist Monarch System

"If your deceased parents knew you were still playing with your so-called swordsmanship, they might come back to life out of anger!"

"..."

Of course.

Among those who passed by, there were quite a few who encouraged him.

"If you’re tired, just take a rest!"

"Here’s a bit of coarse rice left from our home, take it with you to eat!"

"This is a field mouse just caught from the fields, it’s quite delicious. Here’s a leg for you!"

"..."

Those who encouraged him always left something on the ground that could help replenish his energy.

However.

Compared to his daily consumption, those things were far from enough.

Finally.

The sky darkened quickly, like a cloak descending upon it.

The young boy saw this, put away the wooden stick in his hand, and carried the items left by the passersby as he walked into the unknown.

As he passed by a few homes, the young boy would kneel down and kowtow several times to those inside, likely the families who had left him things.

Xu Ran followed the boy’s steps onto a pitch-black path.

For the young boy, the environment before him might be very dark.

But for Xu Ran, such surroundings were no different from daytime.

Each time he bowed with the young boy, Xu Ran would peek ahead.

There.

Outside each household’s doorway were three shallow pits.

These pits fit exactly with the boy’s knees and forehead!

"It seems this young boy bows to these homes for a long time, even leaving marks!"

Watching the young boy walking in the darkness, Xu Ran couldn’t help but admire him.

It’s important to know.

In such a place, countless people pass through the path daily. Perhaps one mistake, and yesterday’s bow marks would disappear the next day.

In front of every household, there are three small pits, suggesting how long the young boy persisted in this matter!

"Such perseverance!"

Xu Ran murmured quietly while watching the boy’s silhouette, then continued to follow.

Before long, the young boy stopped in the dark passage.

Xu Ran looked up to see a thatched hut, simple to the point of simplicity.

"Creak!"

The young boy pushed open the wooden door without a lock, issuing a sound of disrepair.

The young boy crossed the threshold and went inside, with Xu Ran’s sight following right behind, entering the room.

As soon as Xu Ran stepped into the room, his eyes widened.

The whole hut was very small, probably enough for just one person, with only a bed made of thatched grass.

The sleeping area was extremely humble.

However, looking around at the walls made of mud.

They were filled with dense white scratches, crooked and shaky, like a child just learning to write, only able to replicate the strokes.

The young boy who had returned to the room placed the things others gave him on the ground, occupying almost half of his sleeping area.

"Hoo!"

He exhaled a long breath, tightly gripping the wooden stick that always followed him.

Suddenly.

His eyes focused, emitting a gaze filled with determination.

"Stab!"

Then, he shouted loudly, gripping the wooden stick tightly, and fiercely stabbed toward the wall.

In an instant.

A pure Sword Intent burst from the small and fragile wooden stick.

Feeling this Sword Intent, Xu Ran’s eyes widened sharply.

"This is the Sword Intent contained within the Silver Light Iron Sword!"

Indeed.

This Sword Intent stems from the trial contained within the Silver Light Iron Sword.

However, compared to the two, the young boy’s release was too immature and lacking in power, unable to concentrate on a single point.

With the boy’s shout, another white scratch appeared on the wall.

He stared at the newly made scratch.

"Hm! My Sword Intent will soon reach Great Success!"

Suddenly.

An innocent voice rang out; it was the young boy speaking.

"Once my Sword Intent reaches Great Success, I can go hunting outside alone, and then I won’t have to look at others’ faces anymore!"

"When that time comes, I’ll repay those who’ve helped me many times over!"

On the innocent face, a determined expression emerged, as if the things he said could surely be accomplished!

Hearing these words, Xu Ran looked at the young boy, then lowered his gaze to the Silver Light Iron Sword in his hand, murmuring.

"Clearly, you’ve already achieved this!"

There’s no need to guess anymore.

When the young boy made a scratch on the wall, it was already clear that he was the true master of the Silver Light Iron Sword!

To achieve this, if the Sword Intent cannot reach Great Success, then it could never appear in the Nine-Layered Giant Tower.

As Xu Ran was immersed in his thoughts.

Suddenly, the scene transformed.

Still the same dusky young boy.

However, compared to the beginning, he had grown quite a bit taller, seemingly a few years have passed.

Still in the place where he practiced swordsmanship, with the same wooden stick.

This time, compared to the beginning, his speed and fluidity were self-evident.

With each swing of the sword, a faint white light remained in the air.

Seeing this scene, passersby revealed expressions of admiration on their faces.

"I didn’t expect him to reach mastery in swordsmanship so quickly!"

"He’s a genius!"

"Who mocked him all the time in the beginning, now see, his Sword Intent reached Great Success, any large prey can be taken down!"

"Such envy!"

"..."

The surrounding crowd’s discussions did not interrupt his focused practice.

Suddenly.

The scene shifted once again.

"Bang—"

The young boy threw the goat on his shoulder to the ground.

A sharp scratch was visible on the goat’s neck, its blood long drained, creating a cloud of dust upon impact.

The same people as before surrounded him, all revealing eyes filled with admiration.

"This sheep is my gift to everyone, thanking you all for your care, from now on I’ll take care of all the food!"

The young boy’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

Faces filled with excitement or jealousy emerged among some.

But despite the jealousy, no actions were taken.

Instantly.

Uproarious laughter reverberated through.

The next moment, the scene transitioned once more.

Back at the place where he practiced swordsmanship.

However, this time, things were somewhat different.

Amidst the darkness, flames erupted, illuminating the originally pitch-black sky.

With the flames flaring up, there was a chorus of human screams.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Help!"

"..."

Hundreds of people ran towards the young boy’s practice area.

Only because it was peaceful there.

"Awoo!!"

"Awoo!!"

"Awoo!!"

"Awoo!!"

"..."

Simultaneously.

Mixed in with the cries for help were wolf howls coming from not far away.

And each appearance of the howl grew louder and louder.

This meant that the wolf pack was drawing increasingly closer to this area.

The young boy stood on the clearing, holding a Silver Light Iron Sword, shielding men, women, young and old behind him, with a large group in front.

Despite years having passed, the people in front of the young boy looked very familiar to Xu Ran.

Undoubtedly, these were the ones who had mocked him during his practice.

The young boy merely held the Silver Light Iron Sword upright in front of him, stopping the group of people who had initially been planning to move.

"As long as you don’t approach, I won’t strike, otherwise, don’t blame me if you die by my sword!"

His voice, extremely domineering, showed no fear towards the wolf pack approaching.

Indeed.

He had that confidence.

The Silver Light Iron Sword he now held, though it looked identical to the one in Xu Ran’s hand.

Yet the aura it emitted was entirely different!