Cultivating by picking up attri-Chapter 189 - : Chapter 127: Leaving Dragon Capital, Perfected White Tiger, Everyone’s Pride in Being a Swordsman_2

Chapter 189: Chapter 127: Leaving Dragon Capital, Perfected White Tiger, Everyone’s Pride in Being a Swordsman_2

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The young man, unaccustomed to such disregard, raised his riding crop to strike down. However, he did not dare to target the cultivator of unknown origin but directed his blow at the backside of the donkey.

I want to see if you can keep your cool when your Spiritual Tiger is startled and runs about in chaos.

But before the crop could fall, the Spiritual Tiger the young man was riding lifted its head and issued a loud “roar”.

The sound was as startling as a thunderclap breaking through a clear sky.

The youths were startled, nearly falling off their horses.

Yet the ones who suffered greater shock were their Dragon Blood Horses!

In the White Tiger’s roar, there must have been some divine power that scared their horses so much that they defecated while running, breaking into a swift gallop to escape.

However, the Blood-Red Dragon Scale Horses are ferocious barbarian beasts, with traces of dragon blood within. Even a three-meter-high giant brown bear, the king of the hills, would fear them.

And yet, these horses were now running around in panic. Some ran into the grasslands, some retreated the way they came, and some even threw their riders straight into the roadside ditch.

The previously tranquil official road was now filled with their wails: “My horse is spooked! My horse is spooked!”

“I lost my horse!”

“Same here!”

Han Ye, propping his head with an arm, looked at their miserable state and lightly smiled.

In Fuyao State, people were straight shooters, all proud swordsmen.

Indeed, it was proven true today.

Not long after, the Spiritual Tiger appeared above a county town.

Only then did Han Ye slightly rise, taking in the sights of the bustling streets with a look of great interest.

Upon arriving outside the county hall, Han Ye dismounted, informing the officer: “Han Ye of the Dragon Sparrow Sect in Qingyun State, here to slay demons. I’ve accepted a commission, please report.”

Seeing the impressive demeanor of Han Ye, the officer knew that he was no ordinary person. He replied with, “Please wait a moment, Immortal,” then hurried off to report.

Upon receiving the news, the county’s Master Sun immediately greeted them in person, with a Taoist-robed youngster named Zhang Yuqing accompanying him.

“Haha, I heard of your reputation, Immortal Han when I was living in the county, but I never got the chance to meet you. I didn’t expect to bump into you here,” Master Sun said with a smile.

“I’m traveling the world, seeking opportunities to break through. I just happened to pass by Fuyao State while exterminating demons. Hearing about the local demon nuisance, I just thought I might help. Apologies if I’ve disrupted your official duties,” Han Ye replied politely, not treating others condescendingly despite his advanced cultivation.

Master Sun quickly disarmed: “Not at all, not at all.”

But the truth is, he was quite busy. The previous county magistrate didn’t leave him with competent staff. All the officers in his team were good for nothing. The cultivators of Chaotian Department were all within the Great Zhou territory, meaning commissions had to be subcontracted out for Sect people to assist.

He had planned to recruit a couple of secretaries or staff to help manage his affairs.

He was just discussing such matters when he heard that the helping cultivator had arrived. Rushing out to meet him, he didn’t expect the name the visitor reported to be the rising star of Dragon Capital, Han Jiankui.

“Seeing your restrained internal brightness and harmonious magical power, I presume your spirit is in full bloom. The Nascent Soul stage must not be far off for you,” the Taoist-robed youngster, Zhang Yuqing, adeptly flattered.

“Your words are too kind. It could be tomorrow, or not in this lifetime. Everything depends on the opportunity.” Han Ye shook his head, casting a meaningful glance at him and humbly replied.

“Master Han, you reached the Golden Core stage within thirty years. Even the legendary Heavenly Spiritual Root couldn’t do much better. If you can’t reach the Nascent Soul stage, who can?” Zhang Yuqing confidently beat his chest.

Master Sun cast a glance at him, discontentedly saying, “Stop flattering! How’s the job I assigned to you coming along?”

“Uh,” Zhang Yuqing faltered, “I have been here every day to protect Master Sun. The undercover job was handled by disciples Xue and Liu…they have been searching Nine Nether Mountain day and night lately but have yet to make any progress.”

“Hmm, since you are not at the Golden Core stage yet, your spiritual sense range is still limited. Searching the mountain would be slow. It’s fine, I will do the searching,” Han Ye suggested as he wanted to finish the task quickly and head to Chu Family in Fuyao.

“We cannot trouble Master Han with such matters.”

Han Ye frowned slightly, “If the mission doesn’t involve major demons, the sooner the better. I have other things to do and won’t be staying here long.”

Zhang Yuqing blinked, “Master Han must be careful, aside from demons, recently, there has been an inexplicable increase in the number of demon cultivators in Fuyao State.”

“Fuyao State has always been governed justly by Fuyao Sword Palace, maintaining order. There are very few demon cultivators. How could this be?” Han Ye looked puzzled.

“There have been some minor disagreements within the Chu Family of Fuyao. The third son of the Chu family is also about to break through. There are Dragon Transformation Fruits in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm in Fuyao State. In order to fight for the opportunity, the Sword Palace has been in a cold war in recent years, neglecting to maintain order around them. That’s why we had to invite you to slay the demons here,” Zhang Yuqing explained.

“I see,” Han Ye finally understood after hearing the explanation.

“Master Han, be cautious. The demons of Nine Nether Mountain often descend to claim lives. Ordinary cultivators can hardly withstand them. There is more than one; please be careful,” Zhang Yuqing cautioned.

“Understood.”

It was night.

The Nine Nether Mountain was unusually quiet tonight.

Han Ye rode the white tiger, leisurely ascending the mountain.

This was the umpteenth mountain he was about to slay since he came down from the mountains. Including the white tiger beneath him, every demon slaying had its gain.

As he sat on the tiger’s back, he seemed lost in thought.

Suddenly there came a woman’s cry for help: “Help!”

Han Ye seemed lost in thought the entire way, but his spiritual sense had been covering a several dozen feet radius around him, every blade of grass within sight through the night..