As for basic magic skills manuals that were peddled in the black market, mysterious remaining copies of original texts or those of high quality aside, as long as they were ordinary copies recorded manually, there would ordinarily not be any reason to suspect that they were fake. It was one of the unwritten rules of the trade. The Qi Guiding Formula was a method of the lowest level for practicing mystical skills. It was not even considered as mainstream but just an ordinary skill. As such, it could not be classified as either of the four major ranks - Divine, Heavenly, Earth or Human. Naturally, there was no risk of counterfeit copies of it existing in the market. Even if it were so, its price was also not cheap for ordinary folk. Ding Hao browsed through it once, and paid 500 taels of silver to buy the manual after discerning that there was nothing wrong with it. With this Qi Guiding Formula manual, coupled with his otherworldly understanding capability,

Under the silvery white moonlight, a group of red sword light twinkled in and out of existence. They rolled back and forth, and the sword whistled. It was free and casual. Ding Hao's movement grew from slow to fast and then slowed down from rapid to extremely slow. He was immersed in a mysterious state. Four hours passed in the blink of an eye and the moon hung in the middle of the sky. Ding Hao's movement was so slow that it could not slow down any further. It was like the slow-motion in films but had a certain charm to it. If someone had been staring at the trajectory of the rusted sword by the side, they would definitely feel exhausted, dizzy and faint within moments. The power of the sword had far exceeded that of regular sword skills. What was even rarer was that Ding Hao did not sweat as profusely as before. Instead, he only had a few drops of fine, crystal clear sweat. "Whoosh!" Ding Hao kept his rusty sword an

Except, the mysterious tanned teen had too much filth on him. Upon meeting the pond water, dark wisps quickly spread through the pond water. "Sister, sister, Ding Ding is thirsty. I want to drink water too!" A tender young voice of a little girl suddenly sounded from the basket. When the "young man" heard the voice, he quickly climbed up from the water. He scooped up a handful of clear water and lifted the tattered cloth from the basket. There was a seemingly pale jade-carved little girl in it. She looked to be only two or three and had her hair tied up like goat horns. Her large eyes were filled with innocence and were as clear as black pearls. Her pale and chubby cheeks and dazed expression made her look extremely adorable. Ding Hao could not help but immediately think of his sister Ding Ke'er when he saw the intelligent and cute girl. The little girl shrieked in joy and lowered her head to take a few sips of wat

The young man's appearance was ordinary, but he was a master of swordsmanship! The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was indeed the largest sect in the thousand-mile radius. Its power was unfathomable. The young man dressed ordinarily and did not seem to be someone important. However, his swordsmanship was stunning. Could it be that the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect disciples were all so talented? Everyone was shocked. Clang! Just then, a cluster of sparks suddenly erupted in the battle. This was the first time Ding Hao's rusted sword and Chen Wu's long sword met. The two figures collided and parted immediately. Ding Hao swayed, but his expression remained unchanged. He kept his sword and stood on the spot. However, Chen Wu stumbled and took four or five steps back. His face flushed red and then, he gained his foothold. Chen Wu breathed in rapidly and held his sword by its hilt with the sword pointing down. This was the sta

Some cheered in joy as they had passed the first round. While others wailed out loud and tried to commit suicide because they failed. Scenes of joys and tribulations of life played out in the wide square. Ding Hao arrived at the registration area at the edge of the square. This was the test center of the "Bone-age test" which was the first of the five major tests. One would pass the test as long as the results showed that they were truly less than 15. And only through passing the test, would the registrant be qualified to take the other tests so that they would not waste time. A white-haired elder wearing a silver long robe sat on an old bamboo rocking chair silently as he monitored the works at the registration counter. There were more than ten other third-generation disciples wore red robes with black trims who wore a sharp ring on their fingers. They would sweep it over each registrant's body and after a slight analysis, report