Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 80 - 79: Master and Sect

However, his cultivation was a "flawless perfection" type, avoiding various issues, which is why it exceeds Sect Leader Tie by 20.

Thinking this way, the value seems quite normal, at least it proves that the blade in Master Li’s hand and Sect Leader Tie’s weapon are of the same level.

Various thoughts flashed by, Master Li called out, "Yuan’er, what are you daydreaming about?"

Li Yuan said, "This blade is too handy, making me involuntarily dazed."

"Love at first sight, is it?" Master Li chuckled, saying, "It’s like seeing a beloved girl, got a little silly?"

Li Yuan waved his hand continuously, sincerely saying, "A student would never dare to covet his teacher’s girl."

Master Li snorted and glared, wagging his finger at him, saying, "What do you mean my girl, you brat!"

The two fell silent for a moment, suddenly bursting into laughter together.

After laughing, Master Li said, "This blade was passed down to me by your grandmaster, and I will pass it on to you.

But you must know, this blade is a broken blade, otherwise, its power could have been even stronger.

Alright, lad, let me see your Jingzhe."

"Yes."

Li Yuan gripped the blade, his body surface glowing red, suddenly brandishing it down with a slash.

Snow-like knife light exploded like thunder, amidst swirling white snow, the slashing momentum was unyielding and continuous, like a python lying low then suddenly rising, changing to a horizontal slice.

A fan-shaped silver light stirred a strong wind within the nameless pavilion.

With a "woo woo" sharp whistle, snow, dust, and pebbles all soared flying chaotically. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Li Yuan withdrew the blade, leaning on it.

Extreme motion and extreme stillness switched in an instant.

He only used one move of the intermediate level of "Jingzhe," without revealing more.

Even so, Master Li’s eyes already sparkled brightly.

This burly figure, but whose face showed some age, abruptly clapped his hands, shouting, "Not coming out yet?"

Instantly, a plain-looking gray-clad burly man ran from afar, the man had a young face, not much older than Li Yuan, but his black hair was already laced with many silver strands, and his chin had a considerable amount of stubble showing some unruliness and sloppiness.

At this moment, he looked at Li Yuan with excitement, but said nothing, nor opened his mouth.

Li Yuan glanced at him curiously, only to see beside him the floating words "80(210)~90(220)."

Such values were very special, but Li Yuan had never seen this person, showing how deeply hidden he usually was.

Master Li said, "Go fetch the Horse-Cutting Blade."

The man nodded respectfully and ran off.

Li Yuan watched the man’s back, evidently, he was someone he hadn’t seen in the Blood Saber Sect Inner Sect.

Master Li suddenly said, "His tongue was cut by someone, he’s mute.

He...

is also my junior brother.

He... is called Zhou Shuangrui.

He learned the Soul-Throwing Technique, initially progressing very fast, achieving Eighth Grade Perfection at twelve, much more talented than me, but later suffered a serious injury together with me, making no progress these years, unable to enter the Seventh Grade Realm.

Due to no progress, even the Soul-Throwing Technique couldn’t be drawn out, staying by my side, playing the role of a servant."

Twelve years old and Eighth Grade Perfection?

Unable to enter the Seventh Grade Realm?

Li Yuan smiled bitterly inside, it seems even Teacher doesn’t know this junior already reached the Seventh Grade and is even stronger than him, clearly heavily injured, having regressed in realm...

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, instantly replying, "Junior Martial Uncle Zhou.

However... may I ask who hurt Teacher and Junior Martial Uncle Zhou?"

Master Li said, "Not Junior Martial Uncle Zhou, but Sword Servant.

After he was injured, I once drove him away, telling him to go live well.

He refused to leave, wrote to me, saying he wanted to witness the rise of the Yanyue Sect with his own eyes, wanted to see if future generations would reflect the sect’s glory.

He said he only wishes to be a servant to the blade, only waiting for that person, then serve that person diligently.

If unable to revive the Yanyue Sect, he would witness others doing so.

For this, he wore servant clothes here, waiting for six or seven years.

Chunxin came, he was excited, but Chunxin wasn’t suited to cultivate my technique, so he continued waiting.

As for who hurt us, don’t ask... it’s meaningless."

Li Yuan felt emotional, "Junior Martial Uncle Zhou is really a passionate man..."

This despair in martial arts but still having Eighth Grade power, with such skills, enjoying a comfortable life isn’t a problem at all, yet he is so idealistic, preferring to stay here as a servant, unwilling to leave.

Master Li paused, softly said, "His father was my teacher. He has deep feelings for Yanyue Sect..."

Li Yuan also fell silent, suddenly understanding the relationship between Master Li, Master Li’s teacher, and Zhou Shuangrui, Master Li probably followed his father before Zhou Shuangrui was born, watching his junior brother born, practice martial arts, and decline to this state...

Soon, the gray-clad man returned holding a seven-foot Horse-Cutting Blade, while he himself had a curved and fine long blade hanging by his waist some time ago.

The Horse-Cutting Blade was wrapped in a gray sheath, looking as if its slumber was yet to be awakened.

Master Li glanced at the fine blade on the gray-clad man’s waist, his pupils flashed a concealed complication, both sorrowful and happy.

Immediately, he grasped the Horse-Cutting Blade, suddenly pulling it out three inches, revealing a blade reflecting cold gleam onto the snow, very dazzling.

"Catch."

Master Li tossed the Horse-Cutting Blade.

Li Yuan caught it.

Master Li said, "Use this blade first, this blade is among the top of the Eighth Grade, even among the Seventh Grade it compares to mine. Here, it’s extremely rare to find such a Treasure Blade in the black market."

Li Yuan held the blade, looked at the data, indeed it was still "255~370."

"Thank you, Teacher."