The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Bai Tong knelt in front of Li Dao in silence. He did not know how to move Li Dao.

It was laughable that he, the prodigal son of the God Sword, had always prided himself on being invincible in swordsmanship. However, upon seeing Li Dao, he realized just how foolish he was.

"I'll give you another cup of tea time. If you still can't move me, then move out of my way." Li Dao held the long sword against his chest, his tone neither cold nor hot.

Bai Tong was extremely proud, and the goal of his life was only to be number one in the world. Now that he was able to kneel down to his, she could see his determination and sincerity. However, these things were not beneficial to Li Dao.

"I don't know how to move you, but I only know that for the sake of the way of the sword, I can pay with my life!"

Bai Tong's eyes were firm and his voice was sonorous and forceful.

Li Dao fell silent. Bai Tong's words made him think of many things.

Perhaps his talent in the path of the sword was higher than Bai Tong's, and he would walk farther along the path of the sword than Bai Tong, but could he be like him and pay with his life for the path of the sword?

Looking into Bai Tong's eyes, Li Dao knew that Bai Tong was not lying. What he said was true. He really could pay with his life for the path of the sword.

Li Dao had never been able to achieve the same level as Bai Tong. His goal was to pursue eternity, and the path of the sword was nothing more than a path to eternity. In addition, the path of the sword was simpler for him. If the other paths were simpler, Li Dao wouldn't mind choosing another path.

In the end, he was not sincere enough towards Jianxin!

Li Dao lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand. He had a feeling that the sword in his hand was alive.

"Partner, I was wrong!"

Bai Tong's gaze was extremely moved by Li Dao, and he could not help but lower his head and whisper to the sword in his hand. It was unknown if it was an illusion, but the sword in his hand seemed to have moved, as if it was responding to him.

When he looked at the long sword in his hand, nothing seemed out of place.

"There are many people in this world who have higher martial arts than me. Are you sure you want to take me as your master?"

Li Dao looked at Bai Tong and asked expressionlessly.

Bai Tong did not think too much and replied, "There might be people who have higher martial arts than you, but your sword arts must be the best."

Li Dao could not help but laugh. His swordsmanship was the best. Bai Tong's knowledge was still shallow. Li Dao didn't know how the Fringe Elder and Gu Mutian were compared to him, but in the Myriad Heavens, the Dao of the Sword was superior to his sea. He had only just started!

"Bai Tong, get up."

Li Dao heaved a long sigh as he spoke to Bai Tong.

"No, if you don't accept me as your disciple, I would rather kneel down and die here!" The white child straightened his body and spoke with an even more determined voice.

"You can get up. I promise that I will give you everything that I have. As for how far you can go, that will depend on your own good fortune." Li Dao looked into the distance, not knowing why he wanted to take Bai Tong as his disciple.

Bai Tong was overjoyed. He kowtowed three times to Li Dao. "Master, please accept this disciple's respect!"

Li Dao had received Bai Tong's kowtow. This could be considered his first disciple. Although he had taught Sun Zhenzi before, he didn't put in effort. He only treated him like a servant.

Bai Tong was different. He had moved himself greatly.

"Let's go. I still have a doubt that I haven't verified," Li Dao said as he walked forward.

Bai Tong stood up and followed behind Li Dao without asking him where he was going. From today onwards, there would no longer be the title 'Prodigal God Sword' in the martial arts world, he thought to himself.