Chapter 15 - 14 Cultivation of Stone-Throwing Skill, Heaven-Covering Flying Locusts
Lin Xuankong’s eyes revealed killing intent and an unprecedented determination. That despicable old hag Wang Po, worse than a pig or a dog, along with Zhang Wu and the others—they absolutely must be eliminated! Of course, Wang Po reached the First Layer of Transcendence years ago. Although her Qi Blood has declined due to her age, whether she’s at the Early, Mid-grade, or Late Stage of the First Layer... that must be figured out first!
After a brief contemplation, Lin Xuankong looked at Li Xiaohu. "For the time being, try not to go out, so you don’t draw the attention of Wang Po and the Black Tiger Gang!"
Li Xiaohu nodded.
Lin Xuankong sighed lightly. "Even burying your father, I’m afraid we’ll have to do it in secret!"
Li Xiaohu clenched his lips, his fists turning a bit white. "I understand, Elder Lin!"
They hastily buried Li Dahu.
After Lin Xuankong left, Li Xiaohu knelt by the small mound where his father was buried. He turned his head to look in the direction Lin Xuankong had departed, a fiery expression in his eyes.
Elder Lin’s miraculous Qi Blood that nourishes his body... How powerful! He is definitely a strong Martial Cultivator; he’s probably been cultivating for many years! And he actually hid it for so long, pretending to be weak and old all the time? Ever since I realized this, I’ve felt an overwhelming impulse. I want to ask to become his apprentice! I want to learn Lin Xuankong’s Martial Dao! I want to avenge Father with my own hands! I want to become a majestic figure like other Martial Cultivators! But having roamed the streets for so many years, I know very well that Martial Dao isn’t shared easily. Even the most inconspicuous Martial Arts Hall in Great Marsh Prefecture would require fifty taels of silver to learn just a bit of the basics! Elder Lin is such a mysterious and powerful Martial Cultivator... I’m as poor as a ghost; how could I possibly learn his Martial Dao? Being saved by Elder Lin has already indebted me too much. How could I have the face to ask to learn his Martial Dao without payment?
Thinking this, Xiaohu turned to look at his father’s small grave. Someone as poor as me probably has no chance of learning Martial Dao in this life! But Father’s death must be avenged!
His eyes flashed with a trace of frenzied hatred.