The Rebirth Of The Ancient Sword Sovereign

"I want him dead! I want him dead! " In a house at the outer sect, Chen Hu shouted angrily, his eyes filled with killing intent.

His face was pale. Beside him was a middle-aged man with a pained expression. The middle-aged man wore a white robe.

A white robe was the symbol of a core disciple.

However, it was different from the other Core disciples' robes. On the white robe of the middle-aged man, there was a pill bottle, and around the bottle, there were six grass leaves.

This signified that the middle-aged man was a Grade Six Alchemist.

Alchemists were more precious than practitioner in any sect. Even the lowest Grade Seven Alchemy Master would receive the treatment of an inner disciple.

A sixth-grade apothecary was even more important than a core disciple.

Within the Shifang Sect, there was only one fifth-grade alchemist while there were only ten sixth-grade alchemist. One could imagine the importance of a sixth-grade alchemist.

This Tier 6 apothecary was Chen Hu's uncle, Chen Baixuan.

"Hu'er, don't worry. I'll take revenge for you. Since I've offended you, I'll make sure he won't be able to continue living in the sect." Chen Baixuan's eyes flashed with a cold light as he spoke.

"I want him dead. If he doesn't die, I won't be happy. I still have to make Luo Bai my woman." Chen Hu said savagely.

Hearing Chen Hu's words, the middle-aged man slightly frowned. Normally, it would be better, but after three days, the annual examination day will arrive.

The alchemist exam, the realms test, this was a grand occasion, only slightly weaker than the great sect competition in a month's time.

Everyone in the Shifang Sect knew that during this period of time in the Large Competition, it was best not to cause any trouble.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

"Don't worry, Hu'er, I will let him die. As for that Luo Bai, after he dies, I will personally capture her and bring her to you for you to taste."

Hearing Chen Baixuan's words, Chen Hu revealed a smile on his face.

"… …"

Lee Haoran naturally did not know about the thoughts of Chen Hu and Chen Baixuan.

At this moment, he was holding a red pill in his hand. The pill was glowing with a milky white light, it was the Divine Ling Dan.

In front of him, Luo Bai was looking at him.

"Luo Bai, when you consume this pill, you can practice according to the cultivation technique recorded in the first chapter of Goddess' Inheritance." Lee Haoran reminded him seriously.

Luo Bai had already memorized every single word of the Divine Maiden's first manual.

Hearing Lee Haoran's words, Luo Bai nodded.

Luo Bai was already familiar with the technique, and the cultivation method inside was much more profound than the cultivation method given by Shifang Sect. Even the cultivation method of the inner disciples that Luo Bai had seen before, was definitely not as powerful as this Goddess'.

This cultivation method could be the same as those practiced by the core disciples, perhaps even higher.

Luo Bai didn't know what happened to Lee Haoran, but she was clear that no matter what happened to Lee Haoran, Lee Haoran was her Brother Haoran. Lee Haoran's eyes were exactly the same as Brother Haoran's .

"As long as it's Brother Haoran."

Seeing that Luo Bai had started to train according to his instructions, Lee Haoran sat on the guard seat in the room, closed his eyes and started to cultivate as well.

Deep in his mind, a small translucent sword was slowly wiggling.

This was the Injury Sword, also his foundation.

No one, not even the people from Divine Realm knew that Injury Sword was not a sword technique, but rather the mental sword in his mind.

In this life, the Injury Sword had returned, but it had returned to its most primitive state. He needed to cultivate the Injury Sword again.

A sense of dejection entered Lee Haoran's heart and he recalled the scene from his previous life.

Luo Bai had died, and her body had been crippled. He lay among the corpses, and only hatred supported him as he advanced step by step.

But in the end, after slashing apart his enemies, he did not return. He had wanted to leave immediately, but he heard that there was a technique to revive him from the dead in the Divine Realm.

With a heart full of hope, along the way, only memories accompanied him. In the end, he could not find the way to bring the dead back to life. That kind of unwillingness, hatred, sadness, no one could understand, no one could talk about it.

Lee Haoran's mood gradually sank as the Injury Sword in his body slowly changed. The originally transparent small sword now had a layer of gray light.

As Lee Haoran cultivated, the originally gentle room suddenly became quiet. All sounds disappeared.

The water in the house had lost its temperature and the grass was withered, but all its breath was far from Luo Bai.

When Luo Bai woke up from her cultivation, she saw this kind of scene.

Looking at Lee Haoran, who was sitting in the room, she suddenly felt pain in her heart. She could feel the extreme sadness coming from Lee Haoran.

"Why is Brother Haoran so sad? What happened?" Luo Bai's eyes were filled with heartache.

At this time, Lee Haoran stopped his cultivation and opened his eyes. Within his dark pupils, there was only a sense of desolation.

In her eyes, Luo Bai seemed to see a dried up universe. There were no stars, no light, and only silence.

"Luo Bai." Seeing Luo Bai, a gentle smile appeared on Lee Haoran's face.

In the next moment, the dried up universe disappeared. It was as if a gentle breeze had blown by, bringing about a burst of spring.

Lee Haoran was still the same Lee Haoran from before.

"Brother Haoran." Looking at Lee Haoran, Luo Bai took a deep breath. She walked to Lee Haoran's side and hugged him tightly, saying, "Brother Haoran, no matter what happens, remember that Luo Bai will always be here. You won't be alone."

Luo Bai wasn't sure what had happened to Lee Haoran, but she was clear that she didn't want to see the dried up universe.

Smelling Luo Bai's scent, Lee Haoran hugged her gently. His eyes were filled with determination. In this life, he would protect Luo Bai well.

The scenes from his previous life would never happen again.

He could feel that when he was cultivating the Injury Sword, the focus of the Heart of the World on him was slowly increasing his cultivation speed.

Apparently, his choice was right. Heart of the World was the foundation of the strong. In this life, he would definitely obtain the Heart of the World.

"I have already buried my brush and am waiting to receive the fruits of my labour."

Lee Haoran's eyes lit up.. According to his calculations, the next step would be his harvest.