SUPREME EMPEROR OF SWORDS

Chapter 4-The Domineering Ding Hao

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Chapter 4-The Domineering Ding Hao

Because of the combined memories, Ding Hao smoothly adapted to this body
and everything about it.

“Rest assured, I will help you... No, I will help us get our younger sister back.”

Ding Hao clenched his fist and made an oath in his heart.

After saying so, the sadness and memories of his sister dispersed lowly, along
with the last stroke of the sense of this body’s previous owner.

From now on, there was only one Ding Hao who time-traveled to this world.

Ding Hao made a quick dinner and filled his stomach before making his plans.

He had to be stronger to find his sister, Ding Ke’er.

In this world, it was hopeless to be a rogue cultivator. One had to join the
Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to practice magic skills and martial arts
systematically with the assist of the sect’s valuable resource and experience.
He had to pass the test first to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and the
top priority now was to make the physical strength of this body stronger
because this body was too feeble.

Therefore, he needed to go to a very dangerous place.

In there could he collect an extremely precious herb.

He found some tightropes and rolled up some sheets into ropes. He then tied
them together into a rope which he thought was long enough. Ding Hao
nodded, coiled the rope on his left shoulder, placed that rusted iron sword on
his back, opened the door, and strode out.

...

It was late at night.

The curved moon and numerous stars in the sky poured a piece of silver
gauze to the ground. This was the cold beauty of lonesomeness.

Ding Hao found his bearing and rushed toward the edge of the garbage cliff.

In the blink of an eye, the towering stone forest and the foul-air suffused cliff
gradually came to his sight under the hazy moonlight.

There were only 15 days left until the entrance test of the Swordsmanship-
seeking Sect.

For Ding Hao, every minute mattered.

He had to increase his strength as soon as possible.

However, there was just someone came to bother him at this point.

“Ayo, isn’t this the Ding Hao who has the reputation of ‘Pig of Swordsmanship-
seeking’? What’s the rush? Are you going to dig some pig food in that dump of
garbage again?”

A harsh voice of sarcasm sounded.

Under the hazy moonlight, four or five 13-year-old teenagers walked out of the
tilted stone forest with looks of bad intent and stopped in Ding Hao’s way.