The tiger's head soared into the sky.
The tiger's body, which was dozens of feet tall and as big as a small mountain, fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The panic in the white tiger's eyes had not dissipated even when the tiger's head landed on the ground.
It didn't know how it died because it didn't see when the youth's saber was slashed out.
This slash was too fast!
It was so fast that the young man had already sheathed his saber, and the white tiger had yet to realize that its head had already been severed.
This blade was too cold!
It was so cold that all the blood vessels were sealed where the saber light passed, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.
"Are you alright?"
The young man was still standing on the same spot, with a smile on his face.
If it wasn't for that amazing slash from before, everyone would have thought of him as an ordinary, innocent youth.
Song Qingshu stared at the white tiger's corpse in a daze for a long time.
Dead?
The ferocious white tiger that was so fearsome that even the White Rainbow Sword couldn't pierce through its skin had died just like that?
Song Qingshu stared blankly at the youth. He had not seen the blade clearly, and only a flash of blade light had flashed in his eyes. Only extreme coldness had penetrated his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"You…who are you? Please leave your name!”
Song Qingshu asked in a trembling voice, his expression cautious.
Song Qingshu couldn't feel any zhenqi flowing through the young man's body, but he was not an idiot to think that the young man really didn't know martial arts.
How could an ordinary person be able to slash out that suffocating saber?
The young man in front of him had probably already reached the realm of True Qi Returning to True!
"Me?"
"They all call me a woodcutter!" The young man grinned.”
"Woodcutter?"
Song Qingshu's lips twitched.
Are you kidding me?
How could a woodcutter be so strong? Then what are we, the elite disciples of Wudang Sect, to pick up dung?
Wait a minute…
Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed,""Woodcutter, you are the woodcutter from the back mountain-Ye Shaotian!”
Ye Shaotian nodded. After confirming that Song Qingshu wasn't injured, he turned around and walked over to the headless tiger corpse.
"Wudang Golden Summit is a cold place. This tiger skin can be given to Perfected Zhang to make a mattress.”
Amidst the murmurs, a saber light suddenly appeared.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Song Qingshu couldn't see how Ye Shaotian had slashed out, let alone how many times he had slashed out in an instant.
When Ye Shaotian put away the chopper, a complete tiger skin appeared in his hand.
The cut on the tiger's skin was as smooth as a mirror, without any blood stains, just like the cut on the tiger's head.
"Saber Qi Sealing Blood…"
Song Qingshu felt his mouth go dry and swallowed. He really couldn't figure out what level Ye Shaotian had reached.
"There are many old ferocious beasts in the back of the mountain. Their strength is not weaker than martial arts masters. If it's not necessary, try not to come!”
After giving Song Qingshu some advice, Ye Shaotian strode off with the tiger skin in his hands.
A strong wind blew through the mountains, and Song Qingshu's body trembled. By now, he realized that his clothes were already soaked in sweat.
Watching Ye Shaotian leave, Song Qingshu was slightly lost in thought. He tried hard to search through his memories, but he realized that he knew nothing about Ye Shaotian.
There were many rumors about Ye Shaotian among the ordinary disciples of the WuTang Clan. However, with Song Qingshu's pride, why would he pay attention to a woodcutter?
However, he would occasionally hear some rumors about how powerful the woodcutter was.
……
Ye Shaotian strolled through the forest. No matter how difficult the path was, it could not stop him.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Perfected Zhang for some time!”
Ye Shaotian's lips curled into a gentle smile.
Ten years ago, Zhang Sanfeng had rescued the five-year-old Ye Shaotian from the Mongolia.
Zhang Sanfeng saw that Ye Shaotian's innate talent was excellent, and he had an extraordinary mind at such a young age, so he wanted to take him in as his last disciple.
However, in the eyes of normal people, this would be a great opportunity, but Ye Shaotian rejected it.
That year, Ye Shaotian's Unlimited Upgrade System had awakened!
[Basic Sword Technique (Level 1): Every 10,000 sword draws will increase one level. Basic Attack will increase by 10 points. No upper limit.]
[Basic Qinggong (Level 1): Every 100 miles of running will increase by one level. Basic speed will increase by 10 points. No upper limit.]
[Basic Internal Strength (Level 1): Every 8 hours of sleep, increase one level. Basic Vitality increases by 10 points. No upper limit.]
For the past ten years, Ye Shaotian had drawn his sword more than 30,000 times a day. During this time, he would chop wood and fetch water. He would run back and forth between the WuTang Sect and the back of the mountain. Other than cultivating, he would also exchange it for some daily necessities.
Summer came and winter went, and time passed.
Ye Shaotian, who had been working hard for ten years, had already raised his basic blade technique to level 9900, his basic qinggong to level 4500, and his basic internal arts to level 3000!
After the constant upgrades, Ye Shaotian's stats had reached an incomprehensible level.
Without the assistance of any saber techniques, his attack power of 99000 was enough to easily kill a super first-class expert!
……
"So many people? As expected of Perfected Zhang's hundred-year birthday.”
The square in front of the True Martial Hall was filled with people.
Ye Shaotian took a look and recognized from their attire that they were all from the orthodox sects.
"Six great sects, a hundred-year-old birthday…"
Ye Shaotian's eyes flashed as he carried the tiger skin towards the True Martial Hall.
"Make way!"
Ye Shaotian spoke calmly when he was blocked by a Huashan disciple.
"Hmm?"
The Huashan disciple turned his head.
Ye Shaotian was dressed plainly, with a hatchet hanging from his waist and a tiger skin in his hands. No matter how one looked at him, he looked like an insignificant servant.
"Brat, how can you talk to your grandfather like that?”
Ye Shaotian frowned and narrowed his eyes.
Instantly, the world in the eyes of the Huashan Sect disciple changed.
It had changed!
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