The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

After knowing what kind of world this was, Li Dao had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Firstly, there was the Fire Phoenix. The phoenix blood could probably help him reach large success in his Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique.

After that, it was the sword technique Ren Qianxing had learned at the ancestral grounds of the Devil Sword Clan. He could not let it go no matter what. There was also the Four Symbols Sutra, which could be used as a reference.

There seemed to be someone called Sai Hua Tuo who had a Nine Dragons Stone in his hand. It was said to have been refined from the divine dragon's flesh and blood along with the Nine Heavens Swelling Earth. It would take five hundred years and had the effect of reviving the dead.

Was it because the Divine Dragon's flesh and blood and the Nine Heavens Swelling Earth created Li Daoyi that had his doubts? After all, it sounded too mystical and illusory. However, there shouldn't be any problem to expel the remaining power of the Frontier Elder, right? After that, the first goal was clear: to find Sai Hua Tuo and snatch the nine dragon stone from him.

After staying in the Sword Crafting City for more than ten days, Li Dao's injuries had already mostly healed. It was time for him to go out and search for the nine dragon stone.

However, when he bid farewell to Jian Xiong, something unexpected happened.

"What? You want to leave?" Jian Xiong's face was filled with surprise and her voice sounded anxious.

"That's right, my injuries have already healed. It's time for me to leave. I can't stay here and eat for free, right?" Li Dao smiled. He had a good impression of Jian Xiong.

"I don't mind. You can stay with me. I can give you anything you want." Jian Xiong stepped forward and grabbed Li Dao's hand as he spoke.

"No, you can't give me what I want." Li Dao shook his head. How could he stay in the Sword Crafting City? He might return one day, but he had to leave now.

"Li Dao, don't leave. I'm the Sword Crafting City's Young Lord, I can give you anything you want." The sword male bit his lips, but his eyes revealed a stubborn look.

"Can you give me anything, including the Lingshuang Sword?" Li Dao lightly smiled and patted Jian Xiong's hand.

The sword hero bit his lips as his face struggled.

"Alright, I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously. "But it's time for me to leave. Jian Xiong, you must know that this is a banquet that will never end." Li Dao smiled and pinched Jian Xiong's face. Hmm, the feel is not bad.

"Do you have to go?"

"We have to go!"

"Then you can take me with you," Jian Xiong said as she loosened her lips.

The mute servant at the side became anxious and cried out as he grabbed onto the corner of Jian Xiong's clothes.

"Unfilial son, if you don't forge your sword properly, where do you want to go?"

With an angry shout, a thin man with sharp eyebrows walked in. His entire body was as sharp as a sword.

"Father, why have you come?" Jian Xiong's voice became weaker.

"You left when I didn't come. Unfilial son, have you ever kept my father in your heart?" The man stood there, not angry, but confident.

"Father, your son doesn't dare!" After being yelled at by the man, Jian Xiong immediately kneeled down.

The man's gaze shifted to Li Dao. His sword-like eyebrows trembled as he asked, "Who are you? Why are you with Xiong'er?"

Li Dao spread out his hands. He didn't want to trouble himself, so he came knocking on his door. This man's cultivation was not weak; he was obviously a Half-Zongshi.

"I don't need to explain to you who I am. You, on the other hand, should ask others if you want to state your name before you do so?" Li Dao chuckled. Even though he did not step into the steps of a Grandmaster, he was still acting arrogantly. Indeed, this was a dragon swimming in the shallows.

"Li Dao, don't contradict my father!" Jian Xiong whispered as she tugged on the corner of Li Dao's shirt.

Then he explained to the man, "Dad, his name is Li Dao, and he's my friend. Don't blame him."

The man was enraged and shouted, "I told you to forge a sword, but you put your heart on making friends. Can anyone reach the son of my Sword Saint?"

Li Dao shook his head and sneered. He reached out his hand to help Jian Xiong up. Even the clay figure was slightly angered, let alone Jian Xiong.

"What are you laughing about? Could it be that what this old man said is incorrect?" The anger on the man's face grew even deeper as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Dad, don't be angry, he's just an ordinary person. I've never heard of your name, so don't lower yourself to him!" Jian Xiong knelt down, grabbed the man's arm and was extremely anxious.

"Hehe, even a scoundrel dares to call himself a sovereign. If you were a Sword Saint, I would be the Sword Emperor!" Li Dao laughed coldly as he raised the longsword in his hand. It seemed that he would not have a good day.