A tremendous shadow suddenly burst forth from within, its body large and elongated, emitting a roar of agony, with long fangs and five claws—indeed, it was a member of the Dragon Clan!
The True Dragon’s mouth was pierced by a massive iron hook that held its jaws, drawing fresh blood.
Li Hao was stunned as he watched; when he sensed the breath of the True Dragon, he realized it was a Dragon Demon of the Enlightened Truth Realm!
Had this been in the Mortal World, it would have definitely been considered a Dragon King Level existence!
But at that moment, the Dragon Demon was pulled up by the fishhook that pierced it, letting out a roar. When it clearly saw the Sword Master’s appearance, it immediately went limp with fright, wailing:
“Sword Master, spare my life!”
The figure in the wide-brimmed hat did not speak, merely lifting a hand, a vast Law Power suppressed, transforming its huge dragon body into a small goldfish.
As the fishing line retracted, the goldfish was lifted before his face, gently wriggling in front of the fishhook, looking pitifully at the Sword Master.
The Sword Master, however, casually unhooked it and seemed to chuckle lightly, saying, “Of your seven siblings, it’s you who has a gluttonous mouth; you should learn your lesson.”
While speaking, he flung it down below Sword Cliff, where it plunged into the Dragon Pool beneath the waterfall along with it.
After doing all this, the Sword Master then turned around, revealing a gaunt face with cheekbones, as if carved by a sword, aged yet sharp.
His eyes were profound as if harboring the cosmos and stars, dignified and tranquil, yet conveying a sharpness that made it hard for one to look directly at him.
His gaze fell on Li Hao, with a hint of surprise, he said, “Kid, were you the one shouting just now? Do you also know about fishing?”
Li Hao came back to his senses, feeling a little embarrassed; he had been too absorbed and had lost himself in the moment.
“I do fish occasionally,” Li Hao replied modestly.
A smile appeared at the corner of the Sword Master’s mouth. To discern that exact moment wasn’t something one could achieve through simple fishing; clearly, he was an old hand at it. Find exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
Yet Li Hao looked extremely young. People of his age were usually striving to advance and pursue the Martial Arts. Few would have the leisure and interest to delve into other areas.
“Just now you were talking about a painting, let me see it,” the Sword Master said.
The two masked Sword Attendants turned their heads to look at Li Hao.
Jiang Yingyue also looked at Li Hao curiously. She came here also to incidentally see what kind of painting it was that made her master speak of placing it in the Sword Tower.
Li Hao did not delay, waving his hand, and the tens of meters wide majestic painting scroll unfolded in mid-air.
As the scroll unrolled, the mighty battle scene featuring ten arenas, a million disciples spectating, and thousands of Pride of Heaven contestants clashing gradually appeared.
All the exchanges of the sword techniques and the manifestations of the Dao Domains were captured in Li Hao’s depiction.
The expressions on those disciples’ faces could be seen clearly, meticulously detailed, allowing one to feel their emotions during the combative struggles and their soaring fighting spirit.
The few beholders were immediately immersed in the painting, shaken by the magnificent combat depicted on it.
Jiang Yingyue herself, when previously watching by the arena, had not had the sensation she had now; through the painting, she seemed to hear again the countless cheers from outside the arenas and the fervor of the many disciples competing.
The two Sword Attendants exchanged a glance; they too felt their blood boil at the sight of this painting, wishing they could partake in the competition.
But they did not go because they were past the age.
The Pride of Heaven Battle had an age limit of under three hundred, and they both had surpassed that age.
After watching for a while, the Sword Master displayed a hint of admiration in his eyes, saying, “Exquisite Artistic Path, not bad. Such a painting is no wonder the child in the Turquoise Pool would like it.”
He called the Yao Ancestor “the child,” a remark that made Jiang Yingyue feel embarrassed, but considering the identity of the Sword Master, her own master could indeed only be considered a junior before him.
“Then let’s hang it up,” the Sword Master said, somewhat casually.
After saying this, he looked at Li Hao, asking, “Little fella, are you interested in casting a line too? Let’s see what you can do.”
Fishing was lonely, and none of his disciples were cut out for it, unable to learn even if they tried; always preoccupied with the Sword Dao, he couldn’t teach them. It was rare to meet a youngster with real fishing talent, and he was moved to nurture.
Li Hao was startled. As a fisherman, he quickly understood the Sword Master’s intent. If he had a child with an insight into fishing, he too would wish to invite them to join, regardless of his own cultivation—it was purely for the joy.
“Sword Master Senior, I would like to visit the Sword Tower first, then come back to accompany you later. How about that?” Li Hao said, not forgetting his main task.
“Alright, go ahead,” the Sword Master nodded, then turned back around to cast his line again.
Jiang Yingyue gave Li Hao a curious look. It was a rare opportunity to build a closer relationship with a Saint, and yet Li Hao had actually declined.
The two Sword Attendants also gave Li Hao a strange glance but said nothing as they led him towards the Sword Tower.
Jiang Yingyue had planned to leave after accompanying Li Hao here, but remembering that he would later accompany the Sword Master fishing and she could join them, she saw it as a rare chance to be close to a Saint. Hence, she said, “You go on; I’ll wait outside for you, and we can go back together.”
“Wouldn’t that delay you? You could go back first, Senior Sister Jiang,” Li Hao quickly said.
Irritated inside, Jiang Yingyue still responded with a smiling face, “The initial battle has ended; I’m idle anyway. Since my master entrusted you to me, it is only natural for me to bring you back.”
“Alright then, I might take a while,” Li Hao replied.
“No problem, I will wait,” Jiang Yingyue said.
“Then I’m sorry to bother you, Senior Sister Jiang,” Li Hao said, giving her a salute before following the two Sword Attendants into the Sword Tower.