Master of Untold Daos Chapter 444 - We Can’t Stay Here

Chapter 444: We Can’t Stay Here

Yet Li Suyi tossed out two snow-white lightning ferrets, and each of them rode one out of their sight.

After all was said, there was no done.

He stalled one, then another showed up. They blocked two, then a third ought to come. Staying here would be a death sentence.

The two disciples weren’t stupid and ran like the wind.

Ling Xian broke through, so what was the point of fighting?

Even the wind paused!

Xu San’er and Leng Xue stood slack-jawed at their retreat. Come on! You got from early to peak Earth Immortal like it was nothing yet you ran away?

The h.e.l.l was it all for then?

Leng Xue clenched his teeth, “Sc.u.m!”

Xu San’er agreed, “Bandits the lot of ’em!”

“The situation isn’t in our favor. How come so many geniuses are popping out of nowhere?”

“Worry not. The boss is here.”

“No way! The boss left seclusion? The show’s about to start. After we deal with that d.a.m.n offender, the princess and princes group will be dealt with ease.”

“Of course, he has a reason for coming out. If not, won’t it mean he left for nothing?”

“Let’s give him a rundown first. If he’ll go on another battle frenzy, he’ll lose all control.”

Xu San’er s.h.i.+vered, “With boss in seclusion for so long, he oughtn’t fly off the handle to that fast, no?”

“We can only hope…”

At the foot of Yan Mountain branch, Li Suyi and Ling Xian had their arms over each other’s shoulders, “We’re going to celebrate my breakthrough and won’t stop ’til we’re drunk!”

Li Suyi said subdued, “I think it’s best if you see head senior sister first. The consequence might be too much to bear otherwise.”

Ling Xian s.h.i.+vered, “You make perfect sense. I have no way to refute.”

Zhuo Qingyao was comprehending the sword as she sat before Ember when Li Suyi bowed, “Head senior sister, I brought second senior brother, alive!”

She didn’t even look back, “En, good work.”

Ling Xian pulled Li Suyi’s sleeve wanting to leave this d.a.m.nable place, yet heard her terse voice, “Second junior brother, you became Earth Immortal and grown wings, have you?”

Ling Xian bowed on the spot, “Head senior sister, I’d never dare.”

“Why so scared? This is a momentous occasion. Since you advanced, I won’t blame you. We need to celebrate, so stay a while and partake in some noodles.”

Li Suyi and Ling Xian’s faces went from pale to ashen!

They lost all propriety and bolted.

Of all Yan Mountain, only Master dared to eat head senior sister’s noodles. Their thought went along that if Master didn’t, it would break poor head senior sister’s heart so he bit down and ate in tears.

If they ate, their lives were at stake!

We can’t stay here!

Time flowed drip by drip as Chen Ming cultivated for three years in the Path of Decay.

He had a sudden feeling he could leave all the four Domains, fiends, and Crownless a.s.sembly’s geniuses as nothing but corpses.

I can outlive them!

Though that meant a waste of time.

The world stayed the same as a new generation of talent appeared. Who knows if the next one was more outrageous.

Chen Ming raised a child in earnest as he cultivated the Hegemonic Immortal Sword on the Path of Decay.

On this day, he tried testing the fused art against the puppet. Chen Ming felt this was his most perfect sword, yet the rate on the wall showed it was just pa.s.sable, 60%.

This Hegemonic Immortal Sword is more than meets the eye.

He was examining it from all angles as he took Luo Muye out of the Land of Eternal Rest. The child pointed at the Sacred Mountain, “Who are those people?”

Chen Ming chuckled, “They all want to kill us.”

“Everyone?”

Chen Ming nodded tersely, “One or two might be the exceptions.”

“That hardly makes a difference. Might as well say everyone…”

Luo Muye looked closer, “Uncle, I want to learn to cultivate.”

“You want to learn everything. Just yesterday you wanted to learn chess…”

“Uncle, I’m serious this time.”

“How serious?”

“If I don’t learn, I’ll die. They’ll kill me.”

“That’s an excellent point, even I find it hard to deny.”

Luo Muye blinked his small eager eyes. He pulled Chen Ming’s sleeve, “Uncle, teach me.”

Chen Ming cursed, “They why am I still an uncle?”

Luo Muye figured it out and kneeled, “Master, please accept disciple’s bow!”

“Henceforth, you shall be my sixth disciple. Once Master deals with the Sacred Mountain, I will take you to your seniors.”

Luo Muye nodded, “I have five seniors!”

“You will see them shortly.”

Yet Luo Muye was feeling down, “But Master, I want to learn the spear.”

Chen Ming knew Luo Muye’s thoughts. He wore a saber and practiced sword arts in the Path of Decay, “No need to fret. Your Master knows everything. Of the three thousand Daos I have certain mastery in each one of them. Just a casual move from me will take you to unseen heights!”

Ling Xian’s breakthrough came just then, ‘I’ve been cultivating for too long and almost forgot about that run of the litter. Wonder if his luck rubbed off on me again. Moreover, four disciples got me one ticket, while little fifth got me four. That makes it eight. Better store it and not be an African(1). The best time to draw is with ten!

That settled that.

As for Luo Muye’s cultivation, he’d first find a fitting hards.h.i.+p cultivator method and it would be fine. He’d have no trouble s.h.i.+fting to another once in the Transcending realm.

After giving him a short spear and some insights on the cultivation method, Chen Ming resumed his own training on Hegemonic Immortal Sword.

He could now use the first strike of the new art on occasions, yet unable to control it.

Perhaps this was the reason behind the Path of Decay’s evaluation.

Cultivation was a slow trek and Chen Ming had finally made his first step in cultivating in earnest.

He had no clue how he should be feeling about this. In truth, in his mind, it wasn’t that dull, but quite fun.

Of course, that had mostly to do with the fact he liked to slack off and he’d been doing it for oh so long. Shacking it up once in a while makes it interesting.

(1) Africans are black, and being black/dark-faced is considered bad luck to Chinese. An internet saying about this makes Europeans have better luck(white) while the Africans have it worse. Funny fact, tribal African chiefs had the worse luck while Europeans emperors/kings/presidents had the best. Think of how those guys washed their hands and face to get lucky with pill bottles and spoke of black faces.