The thick browed young person was also very contented. His eyes were full of satisfaction. The opponent had been strong. This kind of battle was a rare experience for him.

"A member of the Hen Dynasty, a cultivator of Blue Fire Hen."

He grabbed the umbrella that was floating down and put the large light sword back into the umbrella handle. Then he held the umbrella once more above the head of the handsome youth who walked out of the pavilion. He looked with anticipation at the legendary  Master Dang.

No wonder his umbrella was so large. The umbrella handle not look exceptionally thick only with an umbrella of this size.

The handsome youth, who was Fourth Mister Dang and the present leader of the Sword Devo's, walked past the corpse of the thin and umbrella man cultivator towards the Hanya River in the distance.

"He should be Lu Beng. After seeing him fight, I know it likely was him. His Blue Fire Demon art appears acceptable, he should have received some of the true teachings of Lu Hong of Blue Fire art."

Fourth Master Dang glanced at him and said, "Vahaya is a fat piece of food, everyone wants a share."

The thick-browed young person, Han Shik, looked back. Behind him, Vahaya was only a shadow in the wind and rain. He could not even see those enormous towers clearly. However, he worried that countless chariots would charge out of the thick rain, and some powerful cultivators would suddenly appear and strike at him with swords.

"This is a fat piece of food? It doesn't seem like it at all." He, who only saw danger, could not help but mutter. He still felt the little alley of the past and the little blacksmith shop was the best. If he had a choice, he felt that he would have no need in his lifetime to enter this organized and large city filled with danger.

 Master Dang did not pay attention to his mutterings and said softly, "Puhan, Hen, Zohan, every one of them are eyeing Vahaya. But even in Vahala, I already saw that these people are the same. They all want to steal food from other people. If they do not get an equal share, they will fight. People like us who are weaker, if we work with others, we will be eaten."

The thick-browed young person turned and looked strangely at Master Dang. "You do not seem right today. You just saw the Eldest Miss of the Lahan Family once, why are you talking softly and gently like her?"

"hmm..Really?"

 Master Dang stilled slightly and then thought back. His tone of speech was slower than usual and without the usual fierceness.

"I learned some things from her."

After a slight pause, Master Dang sighed and said seriously, "You now understand why Master did not let you stay at Sword Devo's in the past, and had you follow me to travel and see more."

Han Shik shook his head seriously. "I am stupid. You will learn upon seeing, I see and may not learn."

"Cultivation is like crossing a mountain at night by touching the river. For one to live longer and advance further, it is important to comprehend and have more knowledge." Master Dang asked peacefully, "You just said that Lu Beng. He just managed to reach fift realm, why did he die here?"

Han Shik said without thinking, "Because he encountered us, and we do not have a habit of mercy."

"Because of a lack of knowledge."

 Master Dang sneered and said, "He has no knowledge, he followed us, he died. The dynasties, the sects, unless it truly come to a time the dynasty is about to die, they do not usually converse with each other. Us, and the cultivators of the Zohan Dynasty are much better on this than the Hen, Puhan, and Zohan Dynasty cultivators. What have we not seen a bit of after fighting so long, and three countries destroyed,"

Han Shik nodded thoughtfully.

"You most likely do not understand why Master only taught you one move," Master Dang glanced at him and said directly.

Han Shik shook his head.

 Master Dang looked forward, took a deep breath and said, "Master is an expert at teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. He knows you are stupid, he only had you practice one move, he wanted you to have less barriers you cannot understand. Having you follow me is because you only know that one move, you only have the one move. You see more people, you see more tactics, you remember them. When you encounter similar tactics in the future, you can deal with them better."

Han Shik was not angry hearing someone say he was stupid. His eyes were filled with feeling and yearning.

There was a large river in front of them. The waves up high, foaming and slapping against the shores.

They reached the Hanya River.

"uhmm... Let's go!"

Han Shik first jumped onto a bamboo raft tied to the long  on the shore before shouting at Master Dang, who was looking back at Vahaya, But he did not immediately start rowing on the raft. He took out theee jars of wine. He first drained one of the jars of alcohol and then poured the other into the flowing water.

"Sect Junior Brother Sado, I give you a toast you!"

At this time, his tears finally streamed down.

Dang...Dang..

The bamboo raft flowed down with the rapids.

Han Shik put the umbrella down. One hand on the bamboo pole, the other tapping on it, he sang out loud.

The song was rough and in the dialect of a local place. One could not hear the meaning, but the rhythm was strong and determined like metal being forged.

The night grew deeper. Someone opened the door underneath the black banner in commoner wine Shop and leaked a dim candlelight.

Yuuma put away the umbrella and then closed the door by putting the wooden latch on.

Wenzy Zohan sat next to a table and looked expressionlessly at him. An lamp was lit on the table, reflecting on a bowl of cold fried fish. Another plate held two noddle with boiled eggs.

Yuuma's face was unusually flushed. After he closed the door, his breathing grew heavier. However, when he saw Wenzy Zohan waiting for him with the lamp on, the corners of his lips curved up slightly and he smiled.

He did not say anything, sitting down opposite Wenzy Zohan. He pulled that bowl of cold fish and  noodles with boiled egg and put the two boiled eggs on top. Then he started to eat ferociously.

"Hmm...is it really so delicious?"

Seeing Yuuma's slightly protruding stomach when he saw down, Wenzy Zohan's eyes grew slightly colder. "You clearly have eaten already, and you are eating so much. All cultivators pay attention to what they consume, they would rather drink dew than water, they would eat  green grass and fruits containing the energies of the universe rather than food, you do not take any care and overeat after being wounded, is this alright?"

"That is a waste of effort, one will naturally have their body cleansed after 

eighth Realm"

Yuuma chewed on the boiled egg and said, muffled and with smugness, "And who in the world is able to eat the boiled eggs and noodles you make?"

Wenzy Zohan glanced coldly at him. "I bought the eggs and noodles from another shop."

...-

Yuuma's face immediately grimaced and he could not speak.

Wenzy Zohan Dynasty's expression turned serious and she looked at him. "When one reaches eighth realm, the body will be automatically cleansed, all of the care taken of the body, the attention paid to food, they are really a waste of energy....that person said this?"

Yuuma stubbornly ate the remaining noodles and then nodded with his mouth full. "Eighth Realm, Heaven. The realm not to refine and store, it is to manipulate the primal energies of the universe directly. The cultivator is a key to opening the world, and their bodies must be pure."

Wenzy Zohan was shocked and frowned. "But doesn't the records all say one has to eat cleanly so their bodies are clean in order to reach eighth Realm Heaven, and realm nine to Tenth realm Immortality?"

Yuuma looked at her and shook his head seriously. "People rarely reach eight realm, so most records are just speculating. Those that truly reach that realm will only tell some things to their disciples. Why would they waste energy to make people believe those records are mistaken?"

"...Or rather, to the to the sects, they want the cultivators of other sects to take detours and make more mistakes,"

Yuuma rubbed his stomach, and added.

Wenzy Zohan thought about the meaning of the words and remained silent.

Yuuma stood up. Just like how he usually prepared to cultivate, he went into the inner courtyard, washed with hot water, and put on clean clothing.

But, today, he did not return to the bedroom immediately. He lit an  lamp and walked into a room on the side for making wine.

The weak light illuminated a wall near the window.

Many  black drawing pink flowers like patterns were on this wall like scrawls of the drawings of a bored person. This person seemed to have drawn for many years as the flowers to cover the entire wall.

However, Yuuma knew this was not an ordinary wall he created this for his revenge.. or she finished his task to kill a person and put a X... 

He used a piece of charcoal to rub off one of the flowers, and then gravely drew on two flowers. Because he had too many people and matters to remember, he feared he would forget one, so this wall came into existence.

He looked silently at this wall, and especially at the two new flowers he drew. He knew he could not do anything right now except to wait.

Yuuma waiting for his next target and stay low for the capital Vahaya official Army.