Chapter Eleven: One War Nine People

  "Give me a simple introduction to the levels of cultivation for immortals and gods."

  "The first three levels of cultivation for both immortals and gods are the same, belonging to basic warriors, which are Mortal Heart, Pre-Heavenly, and Heavenly Spirit. The strongest in your current Su Clan is at the initial stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm, and being a top existence within tens of thousands of miles."

  "It seems being strong is quite easy."

  "Master, the Su Clan in the Huaxia Dynasty is only considered to be at the lowest level of existence. And these three realms are just the basic realms. If you only want to become a strong person in Xicheng Prefecture, then you're not worthy of practicing the Heaven Defying God Technique."

  Su Ming bit his lip, he knew that his previous idea was wrong. The Su Clan's tribe and the Western City Prefecture were just his starting points, not his destination. He wanted to pursue something higher and farther away.

  "How can I enter the prenatal realm from the mortal world?" Su Ming asked with a resolute expression, gazing into the distance.

  "Boundary Breakthrough Task: Annihilate a small tribe. Level Up Task: Slay 10 mid-term second-order demonic beasts and 10 late-term second-order demonic beasts. Each time you slay two demonic beasts, your level increases by one. Levels zero to nine constitute one boundary. Reach level nine to complete the boundary breakthrough task and enter the Condensation Realm. Does the master accept the task?"

  Hearing the sprite's words, Su Ming furrowed his brow: "Isn't this task a bit perverted? I'm just an initial-stage cultivator, and ancient divine artifacts are unusable to me. How can you expect me to slaughter a mid-to-late stage demon beast equivalent in power, and also annihilate a small tribe? Isn't that asking for my life?"

  "Master, this is already the simplest task. If you can't even complete this, then I'd advise you to give up on the Heavenly God Technique."

  Su Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he was spurred on by the little spirit: "It's just twenty little demon beasts, a small tribe. I'll take this task."

  "Quest accepted successfully. System rewards you with 10 Rejuvenation Pills and 10 Revival Pills. Good luck, Master." The little spirit vanished from Su Ming's mind.

  He rubbed the back of his head, and Su Ming began to worry. Just now, he had experienced the ferocity of a second-stage demon beast. With his current strength, if he encountered a mid-second-stage one, he would only be waiting for death. It seemed that he could only improve his combat power.

  Su Han looked at Zhu Ming standing still on the spot, his expression varied, and he was worried in his heart. Hadn't the shadow been eliminated yet?

  "Father, let's go." Su Ming said with a gloomy face as he hung the double-tailed fox's corpse on the tree trunk.

  Before long, the two returned to where their unicorn was. Fortunately, no other hunters had taken it, or else they would have had to walk back.

  With Su Han's presence, the five of them didn't dare to disturb the father and son duo. Before nightfall, the two arrived at the Su residence, and this hunting trip yielded enough food for their family to eat for half a month.

  At dawn, the eastern sky revealed a pale white, and Su Han pulled Su Ming, who was still asleep, to the training grounds.

  "Xiao Ming, has your heart knot been untied?"

  Upon hearing his father's words, Su Ming touched the back of his head: "Father, my heart knot has been untied, but it seems that my cultivation has regressed, from intermediate to beginner."

  Su Han's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his eyes scanned Su Ming up and down: "What's going on?"

  "It's probably a lingering effect of being on the brink of death and back." Su Ming didn't know how to explain, so he glossed over it with a sentence.

  "Is it an aftereffect? Is it serious?" Su Han grasped Su Ming's arms with a worried tone.

  "Dad, don't worry, although my cultivation has regressed, I feel that my foundation is more solid now. The current me is a few points stronger than the initial me back then." Su Ming smiled apologetically, seeing how much Su Han cared about him, his heart warmed up, and at the same time, he felt a hint of guilt.

  "It's all right, today I'll teach you some combat skills first. Which weapon are you prepared to choose as your own?" Su Han pointed to the nearby weapon rack and asked.

  "Father, I want to use a sword." Su Ming said without hesitation. In the game "Gods and Demons Battle Heaven", Su Ming was a master swordsman, once crowned as the number one swordsman in the entire region.

  Su Han nodded: "My Su family has several high-level mortal martial skills for using swords, just right for you to learn."

  Advanced martial arts? It can't compare to my nameless sword scripture, Su Ming sneered, seemingly uninterested in Su Han's martial skills.

  "Master, the Unnamed Sword Scripture is equivalent to a Purple Star Immortal Technique, and when cultivated to the Great Vehicle, it can be compared to an Ancient Divine Technique." The little spirit's voice sounded in Su Ming's mind.

  "Father, I previously figured out a set of sword moves on the battlefield that feel quite suitable for me. I'd like to try them out and see how powerful they are?" Su Ming didn't want to refuse Su Han, so he made up an excuse.

  "Self-enlightened swordsmanship?" Su Han was startled and looked at Su Ming with some curiosity.

  "Father, you also know that at the time the situation was critical and I had just gone through a life-and-death experience, so I came up with a set of sword techniques." Su Ming explained nervously, worried that his father would see through his lie.

  "Is this the reason you captured Moon Fang and injured Sword Toothed Tiger?" Su Han asked.

  "Yes, Father." Su Ming nodded in response.

  Su Han smiled, overjoyed in his heart. It seemed that Su Ming's capture of the Moon Tooth Leader was not due to relying on the Heavenly Law Treasure as the tribal warriors had rumored, but rather because of his own comprehension of swordsmanship. Those who could comprehend swordsmanship on their own were all geniuses, it seemed that young Ming's future prospects would be boundless.

  Su Han selected nine warriors from the tribe, each of whom was a master of cold weapons. He had Su Ming spar with them one by one, wanting to see if the swordsmanship he had grasped had reached the level of the family's high-grade mortal martial skills.

  For Su Han's arrangement, Su Ming was very much looking forward to it. He happened to use these nine warriors to practice swordplay, letting him become familiar with the moves of the Nameless Sword Scripture. In order to better test whether the Nameless Sword Scripture was as the little spirit said, Su Ming planned to challenge all nine at once.

  Although his proposal was a bit arrogant in Su Han's eyes, Su Han still agreed. At this time, Su Han was very interested in Su Ming's self-taught swordsmanship.

  Nine warriors surrounded Su Ming, walking slowly, each of them staring tightly at Su Ming, as if staring at prey. Su Han had given them orders earlier that they must defeat Su Ming.

  The nine of them were somewhat perplexed by Su Han's request. Su Ming was just a sixteen-year-old youth, and he was going to fight against the nine of them without using his spiritual power. It seemed that Su Ming was being given too much credit, considering they were renowned warriors from their tribe, with combat abilities that ordinary warriors couldn't match.

  Su Ming stood among the nine people, his right hand holding a sword, motionless as a mountain, not fearing the nine people in the slightest.

  "Hiss!"

  One of the nine warriors, a big-bearded warrior, suddenly charged forward, his sharp sword darting out like a poisonous snake, reaching Su Ming's front in an instant.

  Facing this fierce sword, Su Ming only dodged to the left and avoided the big-bearded warrior's sword, causing his sharp sword to stab at nothing.

  A close-range stab into emptiness, the outcome is predictable.

  "Hah!"

  Su Ming's hand held a sharp sword, and with a light stroke in front of him, a flash of sword light flickered by.