Chapter 357: The Peak of Hidden Sword

Compared with other people’s busyness, Wang Xiaoqi lived quite leisurely.

The sect was not strict with outside disciples. The assignment of their daily practices was even lower than that of nominal disciples’. Wang Xiaoqi himself was not very interested with practice. He paid all his attention to the management of the Heavenly World’s operation, and he was more and more like a rich man.

Also, he could have time to see Ding Hao off because of his relaxed living.

Ding Hao stood at the door after he packed everything in the number eight courtyard. He finally said goodbye to that place where he had lived for more than half a year and headed for the mountains.

Evil Moon, the devil cat, had finally stopped its common disappearing in that period. It squinted and stood on his shoulder, and it could not wait for the life in the Sword-hidden Peak.

Wang Feng, who used to be a bald black knight in the Blood Dragon Village followed behind Ding Hao cheerily.

His current identity was being a servant for Ding Hao.

In truth, Wang Feng never expected that he would be able to stand at the gate of the Swordmanship-seeking Sect one day. Also, it was impossible for him to expect that he could have a chance to follow Ding Hao, a genius, and enter the Sword-hidden Peak from legend.

That was all because of that cat, which he loved and feared.

Was that his destiny?

Wang Feng followed behind Ding Hao cheerily and the package on his back contained some special tools to serve the cat Evil Moon. He clearly knew at the moment that if he could serve well that speaking cat, he could definitely have a meteoric rise and follow Ding Hao forever.

From a hill bandit that everyone reviled to the current position, Wang Feng thought that his ancestral grave had to be making smoke.

He was satisfied.

When Wang Xiaoqi’s gaze drifted over Wang Feng’s figure, he did not know whether he should laugh or cry. Ding Hao needed someone to stay with him and take care of his daily life. He had found several extremely well-behaved and obedient girls, but they were all sternly refused by Ding Hao.

“I hope that this bald man can become a qualified servant,” Wang Xiaoqi thought secretly, and he could not help telling a lot of matters that needed attention in daily life next to the bald man’s ear.

“Yes, I remember all of them. Lord Seven, don’t worry. I will do them…” Wang Feng had a fawning smile on his face as he replied. He bowed and scraped, patting his chest and answering Wang Xiaoqi’s words. He did not dare to imply any slight in front of Wang Xiaoqi.

“Xiaoqi, after I leave temporarily, you are responsible for those children in the slums at the back of the mountain. There will be an entrance test in a month and I hope for there to be some good candidates emerging from this group of children,” Ding Hao turned around and said.

“Senior Brother Ding, don’t worry. This group of children won’t suffer with the presence of brother Xingcheng and I,” Wang Xiaoqi said with a smile.

Speaking of Zhao Xingcheng, a youth who also came from the slums district, his score in the year-end final exam was general and could not even enter the outer section. However, later, Wang Xiaoqi used some methods to send him to the market enforcement team for Ding Hao’s sake, and he became a low-level enforcement swordsman.

For Zhao Xingcheng, it was such a wonderful thing to officially enter the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and bring glory on his ancestors that way, that he didn’t even dare to think of it in his dreams. Therefore, he quickly said yes.

Also, with the presence of Ding Hao, a big gold-lettered signboard, other people did not dare to embarrass Zhao Xingcheng. That guy often went back to teach those children in the Invincible Mysterious Martial Arts Academy when he had time. Therefore, Tianshu, a lewd uncle, always had a big smile on his face every time he saw him. Zhao Xingcheng, a diligent man, had shared much of his work.

Hearing Wang Xiaoqi’s words, Ding Hao nodded trustingly.

When they talked with each other, they had just arrived at the edge of the third ladder region. If they went deeper, it would be the inner core zone of the sect. Wang Xiaoqi definitely could not enter because of his identity, so they could only wave goodbye there.

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Ding Hao clapped that flatmate heavily, who was known through a fight. He bid farewell to Wang Xiaoqi and turned away.

Seeing Ding Hao’s and other people’s figures disappear in the distant clouds, Wang Xiaoqi turned away. He clenched his fists and vowed secretly in his mind that he had to finish that plan, to lay a solid foundation for Senior Brother Ding Hao!

…

Ding Hao was terrible with directions.

Only a few people knew that.

Wang Juefeng, a cynical man, was just one of those few people.

Therefore, he waited for Ding Hao near the fourth ladder region in advance. The position of the Sword-hidden Peak was extremely mysterious and was hard to find, so he had to lead Ding Hao to that place.

“Gee, is it the Magical Weapon Giant Eagle again?”

Ding Hao looked at the giant metal eagle at the feet of the cynical man, and he admired him a little.

When he went to the site of a sect in the times of antiquity in the Western Rock Mountain Range the last time, he had traveled with that giant metal eagle, which was made of countless giant swords. It traveled through clouds and could cover ten thousand miles a day, which was an excellent vehicle. At that time, Ding Hao was just a nominal disciple, and he did not dare to think too much, but just then…

Ding Hao determined secretly that after he entered the Sword-hidden Peak, if he had leisure time, he would definitely refine a magical weapon to use as a vehicle by himself. That would certainly be imposing.

“Brat, stand steadily and we’ll be on our way, hahaha!”

The cynical man laughed like a dog. It was obvious that he enjoyed Ding Hao’s envious gaze and he operated the metal Magical Weapon Giant Eagle to fly up to the sky. In a trice, the vehicle was like a small black dot and disappeared in the void space, which was filled with fairy mist.

It was the first time for Wang Feng to fly so high; he was amazed and afraid. He cried on the back of the giant eagle and shivered like a woman!

…

The Sword-hidden Peak was a very mysterious place.

It did not belong to the Six Peaks and Six Temples, nor did it belong to the ladder region of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. The cynical man operated his giant metal eagle to fly rapidly and traveled through solitary and towering sword peaks. Ding Hao felt like flying in a landscape painting; the fairy mist decorated everything with mystery.

At last, Ding Hao was completely clueless about which direction he was in.

“Here we are!”

The cynical man suddenly spoke, and the metal Magical Weapon Giant Eagle sped up and rose suddenly. It pushed aside the silver light and miasma ahead, and a peak floating in the void space appeared in front of those people.

A peak floating in the air?

Wang Feng opened his mouth wide and could not understand what he had seen. Was it a miracle? To have such a heavy mountain float leisurely like a cloud among the clouds and mist!

After being inwardly surprised, Ding Hao immediately realized that the floating peak was a work of inscriptions and a refined weapon. It seemed that the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect did have unfathomable novel men. General inscriptionists or weapon refiners could not refine such a giant peak.

Through careful observation, it could be found that the floating peak was not lofty, strange and steep. It was about a hundred meters high, and there were small peaks floating around that peak at the surrounding area of one kilometer; they were connected with the Sword-hidden Peak by with iron chains.