Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Assassin
The members of the Yang Family were trembling, as Shi Hao approached step by step, like the grim reaper drawing near.
“Run!” Someone cried out first, and immediately, the crowd from the Yang Family scattered like birds and beasts.
With an explosive lunge, Shi Hao dashed out. Under the eruption of his 24,000-jin strength, his speed was ridiculously fast. He easily caught up to one person and threw a punch.
Bam, that person was instantly sent flying, crashing into another, and both fell to the ground with broken chest bones, completely dead.
Shi Hao pursued and then swung his fist again.
In just a few breaths’ time, seven members of the Yang Family lay on the ground.
Killing them was like cutting weeds.
Ren Wu trembled all over. This time, he had clearly seen the way Shi Hao killed, clean and crisp, without dragging it out, and with an extremely decisive strike.
After a good while, he respectfully said, “Young Master Shi, I shall take my leave!”
Such an existence would not be easily provoked by the City Lord’s Mansion. To deal with Shi Hao, one must go to the County Town to request help from a master. Otherwise, it would only mean sacrificing the lives of the City Guard Army, and nobody knows how many would die.
Shi Hao nodded. Since he had killed openly, he wasn’t afraid of the incident being exposed.
Ren Wu hurried away with his subordinates, realizing he needed to report urgently to the City Lord that a terrifying figure had emerged in Mengyang City.
Miao Hua and Iron King both looked at Shi Hao with eyes full of admiration. They were from gangs and were no strangers to taking lives. Hence, Shi Hao’s readiness to kill not only didn’t frighten them but rather deepened their reverence.
The boss’s boss, truly deserving of the title!
Shi Hao didn’t care, for with the memories of Yuan Chengmie, his vision was no longer confined by the Hua Yuan Nation.
“Fatty, let’s go,” said Shi Hao, leading the way.
Liu Mang was still in a daze, numbly following along.
After walking for some time, the cold night wind blew, jolting Liu Mang back to reality.
“Stone, you’ve changed!” he said.
Shi Hao smiled, “No matter how I’ve changed, I’m still your brother.”
Liu Mang thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, “Right, we are brothers forever!”
Returning to Shi Hao’s courtyard, Shi Hao began to recount his experiences of the past days.
However, he made some alterations, only mentioning that he had received the inheritance of a strong individual, and not revealing that it was Yuan Chengmie’s possession which he then turned around.
In Hua Yuan Nation, the word ‘spirit’ was too advanced for anyone to comprehend.
“You mean I can be as strong as you?” The Fatty couldn’t help but feel his heart pounding.
Shi Hao smiled, “Let me teach you—”
He was not a stingy person; he wanted to pass the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture to the Fatty right away. But when he tried to teach it, he found that he didn’t know how to depict the characters.
This was not a script from Hua Yuan Nation, so even if he presented the entire text to the Fatty, it would appear to him as gibberish.
Shi Hao couldn’t convey its meaning either, it seemed this Cultivation Technique could only be understood intuitively and couldn’t be transmitted by words.
He managed to cultivate it because he directly received the memories of Yuan Chengmie, not because Yuan Chengmie had taught him by hand.
After thinking for a while, Shi Hao still couldn’t come up with any method.
Never mind, he had many Cultivation Techniques at hand, but this involved another issue.
“Fatty, let’s first test what your Spirit Root is,” Shi Hao said.
“Spirit, Spirit Root?” Liu Mang felt like an idiot, as everything Shi Hao mentioned was beyond his understanding.
“Cultivation Technique training involves harnessing the energy of heaven and earth for one’s own use,” Shi Hao began with a literary flourish before explaining, “The types of energy in heaven and earth differ. Look, fire is one type of energy, ice another, lightning yet another, and even the growth of plants and trees is a type of energy.”
Hearing this, Liu Mang understood and said, “Energy has attributes, and so do Cultivation Techniques.”
If he were a dimwit, how could he have been accepted into Starwind Academy?
Shi Hao nodded, “Each person also has their own attributes, so if you cultivate a corresponding Cultivation Technique and absorb corresponding elemental energy, it will make your training twice as effective with half the effort.”
“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” the chubby one nodded, finding this easy to comprehend.
Yet Shi Hao paused, suddenly thinking back to when he first acquired the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture, having never considered his Spirit Root or lack thereof, and had begun practicing it directly.
The Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture didn’t care about the nature of the energy; it directly extracted it and transformed it into his own strength.
How tyrannical was that?
With this comparison, Shi Hao gained a new appreciation for the value and strength of the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture.
He coughed and resumed his explanation, “However, to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, you need a bridge or a medium for communication. This is called a Spirit Root.”
“What kind of Spirit Root do I have?” the chubby one asked eagerly, wishing to be as powerful as Shi Hao so that he could annihilate anyone who dared to bully him!
“Not everyone possesses a Spirit Root; on the contrary, those with Spirit Roots are pitifully scarce, perhaps not even one in a hundred,” Shi Hao prefaced to temper expectations.
“Ah?” The chubby one immediately became dejected, as he had never been a particularly lucky person.
“Testing for the presence and attribute of a Spirit Root requires a concoction that I presently do not have the ingredients for,” said Shi Hao, “For now, let me teach you a Body Technique.”
“Great!” Liu Mang knew Shi Hao would not harm him; whatever Shi Hao said, Liu Mang believed without a doubt.
“First, take a bath,” Shi Hao said with a smile.
“A medicinal bath?” the chubby one was not slow-witted.
“Stone, the more I interact with you, the less I understand you,” Liu Mang admitted.
Once the medicinal bath was ready, Shi Hao had the chubby one soak in it while he himself went out to the courtyard to wait in silence.
Just then, a sharp glint of cold light suddenly lashed out from the flower shrubs at an angle towards Shi Hao.
This attack was swift, fierce, and utterly unexpected.
The assailant also showed himself, a figure shrouded in black, from the outline it seemed to be a man, with only two fierce eyes visible.
In his mind, he was convinced that the careful planning guaranteed his attack would be successful.
However, to his shock, he found a fist had already smashed in front of him.
He was certain he had struck first, moreover, with the element of surprise on his side; Shi Hao shouldn’t have been able to turn his body in response.
From one punch, the attacker felt an indescribably terrifying power assault him, sending his body flying before crashing heavily against a large tree, then bouncing back to the ground.
Leaves fluttered down, settling upon his form.
The man in black felt at least ten bones in his body snap. Stricken with terror and shock, he couldn’t believe what happened.
Aware that before making his move, he had carefully researched Shi Hao, knowing the young man had a strength nearly two thousand jin during the year-end test yet had later defeated Wang Qian, suggesting his strength reached at least five thousand jin.
Having just advanced to a senior martial disciple, his own strength had reached six thousand five hundred jin. Even if it wasn’t higher than Shi Hao’s, it surely wouldn’t be lesser, and coupled with the advantage of a sneak attack, his success should have been all but certain.
Yet, damn it, was this youth a monster?