The Human Emperor

Looking at the sword in his hands, a peculiar gleam flashed across Wang Chong’s eyes. This was the sword that Wang Chong’s master, the ‘Demonic Emperor Old Man’, had tasked someone to send to him upon learning that Wang Chong had successfully completed the cultivation Little Yinyang Art.

The martial arts of the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s lineage walked down a very unconventional path. For normal martial arts, one would be able to achieve a higher degree of mastery through training diligently.

The 《Little Yinyang Art》 didn’t obey this conventional law. To reach higher realms, one had to absorb Origin Energy from others.

In other words, Wang Chong had to kill others.

The reason why the Demonic Emperor Old Man was considered to be a member of the ‘unorthodox ways’ and had so many enemies in the pugilistic world was mainly because of this.

Due to the mastery of Wang Chong’s 《Little Yinyang Art》 being too low, he could only absorb Origin Energy from enemies far weaker than him. At present, he could only take in Origin Energy from animals such as tigers and panthers.

This was also the reason why the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s lineage crafted the ‘Little Yinyang Sword’.

“As long as one’s enemy is on the verge of death or in an extremely weak condition, the Little Yinyang Art allowed one to absorb the other party’s Origin Energy.”

“Just like you said, whether the Little Yinyang Sword is righteous or malevolent depends on the one using it. You’re a member of nobility so you probably have your own considerations. Thus, I’ll leave the decision in your hands.”

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These words came in a letter delivered along with the sword. The cultivation techniques of the unorthodox ways were peculiar and hard to accept, especially techniques like this which involved killing to cultivate.

In the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s view, given that Wang Chong had come from a prestigious clan of generals and ministers, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to go about slaughtering others. However, Wang Chong thought that the Demonic Emperor Old Man was worrying needlessly.

“The most suited location for the cultivation of Little Yinyang Art isn’t the pugilistic world but the battlefield. Only in the battlefield will this ultimate art shine through. With endless enemies on the battlefield, one will be able to reach a high level of accomplishment within the shortest period of time. Master, you’re worrying needlessly!”

Wang Chong muttered as he slid his finger across the crimson blade of the sword. A clear crisp sound echoed in the air.

The 《Little Yinyang Art》 and 《Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art》 were demonic arts—there was no doubt about it. However, from the very start, Wang Chong had never intended on using it anywhere else but on the battlefield.

The problems that the Demonic Emperor Old Man had been worrying over were non-existent to Wang Chong.

Di da da!

Just as Wang Chong was still deep in contemplation, the sound of the galloping of a horse sounded, and even from afar, one could hear the neighing of a war steed.

“Hahaha, Wang Chong, are you done with your preparations yet? The training camps are about to open!”

Wei Hao spoke passionately, and his voice echoed throughout the entire Wang Family Residence.

“I’m coming!”

Wang Chong chuckled as he placed the Little Yinyang Sword back into its sheath. After waiting for such a long period of time, the matter that he had been anticipating was finally about to come.

The Three Great Training Camps—Kunwu, Shenwei, and Longwei—was finally about to be opened.

Today was the day of their official opening.

After making arrangements for all of the matters he had at hand, he invited Wei Hao to set off together on this day. After bathing, changing into a fresh set of clothes, and fastening his coronet with a pin, Wang Chong walked out from his room revitalized. In his current dress-up, he looked extremely dashing.

Neighhhh!

Just as he walked out from his room, the neighing of a young colt sounded. With a flash of light, a huge shadow suddenly charged into Wang Chong’s embrace.

While munching on the tree leaves torn off from the trees in the courtyard, the indigo colt licked Wang Chong fondly.

Wang Chong immediately understood its intentions. He hurriedly grabbed a sack from his waist, took out a few yellow beans, and fed it to the indigo colt through cupped hands.

As expected of a spirit colt!