Ling Han walked through the mountains, walking along a narrow mountain path towards the Fallen Goose Valley. On the way, he encountered many battles, but he obviously quelled them easily with his strength.
If his opponent showed killing intent, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them, but if the other party simply wanted to rob, then he would give them a way out. After all, contending over tokens was the rule of the game, and not personal grievance.
Battle after battle, Ling Han finally suppressed his Sword Qi, forming Fist Qi once again.
Comprehension of a rule led to comprehension of all rules—the world martial arts was originally from one source.
Ling Han comprehended by a.n.a.logy, thinking, ‘I encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation of Sword Qi: from the fifth flash, it has been no longer smooth. In reality, the fifth one appeared because father was captured and I broke through the shackles under fury. The sixth one was formed through a discussion of sword path with Teacher Mo that led to enlightenment. The seventh one was also due to an explosion of emotions.
But, I can’t always be accompanied by such overwhelming emotions, and I don’t want to improve my sword intent through great sorrow since I can’t always be so lucky that the people by my side are only ever injured and never die.
Since I’ve encountered a bottleneck with cultivating Sword Qi, it wouldn’t hurt to try other arts and skills. Training the fist technique for such a short time, I can indistinctly feel some sort of resonance with the sword path. Perhaps improving War Elephant Fist to the highest tier can let me form the eighth flash of Sword Qi.’
On the third day, Winter Moon Sect’s disciples officially joined the exam. Not many, only three hundred or so, but these people were all around twenty-five years old, and the weakest was in the Gus.h.i.+ng Spring Tier. This was very shocking, disrupting the exam again.
Ling Han never met a rival and the tokens he gained reached ten thousand, yet the opponents he defeated were but seven hundred or so. As expected, robbing the right people brought more profits.
This already guaranteed his entry into the top hundred. Ling Han had no ambition to take the first place because there was no meaning in it as the top hundred all could enter the second round’s exam.
The Fallen Goose Valley appeared. It was a natural death valley. Birds didn’t fly past because there was often fiendish Qi that surged upwards from the bottom that even Flower Blossom Tier warriors feared. It was said the Winter Moon Sect once dispatched three Spiritual Infant Tier cultivators to investigate, but only two came out and both died soon after.
Ever since then, the Fallen Goose Valley became a restricted area that no one dared enter.
Ling Han and other examinees naturally didn’t have to enter the Fallen Goose Valley, simply gathering at the outer perimeter of the valley. After people arrived, they delivered their tokens and registered their ident.i.ties.
“Brother, Brother, got a question, how many tokens did you get?” After Ling Han walked into the safety area, a youngster twenty or so years old approached.
“Why should I tell you?” Ling Han replied with a question.
“Hehe, the truth is, of the ones that are coming here now, those in the top hundred have a least nine hundred tokens, so if you have less, why not sell the tokens to me? If you’re way over that amount, why not share some with me,” the youngster said, grinning widely.
Ling Han laughed and said, “Not interested.”
“Hey, hey, hey, we can discuss the price, don’t go!” The youngster caught up, but Ling Han still ignored him, making him shake his head and going back to wait for those that came later.
Ling Han walked towards the token delivery point. At least a dozen people struck up a conversation to buy tokens from him, but he still ignored them.
When he reached the end, a tall platform was placed here, and those who returned had to walk up to deliver their tokens. Besides that, on the platform was stuck a large white paper, and on it were a hundred names, each name with a number behind it.
