Destined Martial God Chapter 101

Chapter 101 - Strange Feelings

Hundred Feet Gate, in front of the Merit Palace!

It was just to use the sword moves that Jian Wuhen had used to verify the fatal wounds on the corpse of the Cyan Eyed Wolf King. Whether it was powerful or not did not matter.

After obtaining Yu Haoran's consent, Jian Wu Hen endured the intense pain in his internal organs and barely managed to use the sword technique he had been training in.

"Yu Haoran, I never thought that this kid called Jian Wuhen would have such good luck. He actually obtained the Demon Slaying Sword that was invented by the Redbud Sword Emperor!"

Just as Jian Wuhen was about to use his sword technique, the tarin in the tower couldn't help but praise him and point out the specific origins of this sword technique.

"Redbud Sword Emperor!"

Hearing the tarin mention the Amethyst Sword Emperor, Yu Haoran vaguely remembered hearing this name before. However, other than the emperors of the three great empires, it seemed that the only person that could be called an emperor was a strong expert like the Martial Emperor.

When the sword technique that Jian Wuhen had displayed finally formed the sword seal of the Redbud Flower, a sudden wave of memories flooded into his mind.

It was from his previous life that when he ventured into the Demon G.o.d's Tomb, he saw a peerless girl that he had never seen before in a tomb located outside of the ancient tomb.

That peerless lady holding a longsword seemed to be called the Redbud Sword Emperor, and at that time, on the wall of the tomb, there happened to be a set of carvings. The carvings contained the Demon Slaying Sword.

However, the Demon Slaying Sword created by the Redbud Sword Emperor was only suitable for females to cultivate, so after a few glances, he retreated. This was the main reason he couldn't recall at the beginning.

"tarin, as far as I know, the Redbud Sword Emperor's sword techniques are only suitable for females to train in. Why is it that a man like Jian Wuhen was able to master this sword technique and has already mastered the essence of it?" Yu Haoran asked in confusion.

"Two reasons!"

"The first reason is that the sword technique this kid cultivates is something that the Redbud Sword Emperor created at the peak of Martial King. It only possesses twenty percent of the complete Demon Slaying Sword's power."

"The second reason is the kid's own problem. As for what the problem is, guess for yourself!"

When tarin explained the first reason, his tone could still be considered to be rather serious. But when he reached the second reason, his tone actually carried a trace of ridicule, which made Yu Haoran very puzzled.

Although Yu Haoran wanted to see how Jian Wu Hen was able to grasp the essence of the sword technique, but due to the limited usage of his spirit energy and injuries, he was only able to display half of it before he stopped himself. This caused Yu Haoran to be unable to know the reason why his opponent was able to grasp the essence of the sword technique.

Nodding to Jian Wushang, Yu Haoran turned to the disciples of the Merit Palace and asked: "Did you see it clearly?"

Shaking his head, the Merit Palace disciple replied politely: "I don't understand!"

With regards to the disciple's reply, Yu Haoran suddenly felt speechless. He could only point at the Cyan Eyed Wolf King's corpse and say.

"Just now, the sword technique that Jian Wuhen used was the same as the sword wound on the Cyan Eyed Wolf King's fatal wound, right?"

"It's indeed very similar!" After careful observation, the disciples of the Merit Palace nodded and followed suit.

"It's not similar, it's exactly the same. This proves that this Green Eyed Wolf King was indeed killed by Senior Brother Jian Wuhen." With an expression of disappointment, Yu Haoran directly pointed it out.

"Yu Haoran, although the Cyan Eyed Wolf King's life threatening sword wound is similar to the sword technique Jian Wuhen used, but this does not mean that the wolf was killed by Jian Wuhen!" In the face of ironclad evidence, the disciples of the Merit Palace still strongly refuted.

"Furthermore, Jian Wuhen is only a Sixth Rank Martial Master. How can he kill a Cyan Eyed Wolf King whose strength is comparable to a peak Sixth Rank Martial King?!"

At this moment, Yu Haoran had already understood that it was not that this disciple of the Merit Palace did not believe that the Cyan Eyed Wolf King had been killed by Jian Wu Hen;

Although he was not afraid of the Merit Palace, his current cultivation was too low, and it was not easy for him to have conflicts with it.

Furthermore, in the future, he would need to exchange Merit Palace for some medicinal ingredients and resources. He did not want to offend any of these people in Merit Palace, so he could only produce stronger evidence.

Therefore, Yu Haoran immediately squatted down, lifted up the hind leg of the Cyan Eyed Wolf King, pointed at the Wolf King's private parts and said, "Look for yourself!"

At that time, when Jian Wuhen had killed the Cyan Eyed Wolf King, he had injured the Wolf King's b.u.t.t with a few strikes. This had caused the disciples of Merit Palace to look at the Wolf King's corpse but they had not observed this area, so they had no way of knowing how the wolf was killed.

However, what Yu Haoran did not notice was that when he lifted up the leg of the Green-eyed Wolf King, Jian Wuhen, who had been staring at him the entire time, actually lowered his head in embarra.s.sment.

After a careful observation, the Merit Palace disciple's face first revealed a shocked expression, and then, the shock changed into an excited expression.

After that, he stood up and rushed straight into the Merit Palace.

"Senior Brother Jian, don't worry, Merit Palace will give you the resources you deserve!"

Seeing the Merit Palace disciple leave in a hurry, Yu Haoran knew what he was going to do. He also knew that in order to cover his mouth, he wouldn't make things difficult for Jian Wu Hen anymore.

"Since your name is Yu Haoran, you must be this year's top disciple, Duo Cultivation's champion, a genius who has hopes of becoming the Martial Saint Expert!"

Raising the dozen scattered on top of his forehead, Jian Wuhen gently said.

"That's right, I am the new disciple Yu Haoran, but only G.o.d knows if I can become a Martial Saint or not!" At the same time that Yu Haoran answered his question, a strange feeling surfaced in his heart.

In the beginning, because of the scattered hair on Jian Wu Hen's forehead, he was unable to see Jian Wu Hen's appearance clearly. But now, after Jian Wu Hen released his aura, Yu Haoran realised that his appearance was too gentle, without a trace of masculinity.

If it were not for his throat which faintly protruded in the middle of his neck, Yu Haoran would have suspected that he was a woman.

"Junior brother Yu, thank you for helping us out!" Forming a flower of swords with one hand, Jian Wuhen replied.

As the Poison Sword Emperor in his previous life, how could Yu Haoran not know how to use the sword flowers to express his grat.i.tude? This was the highest etiquette for sword artists, thus he used his fingers to form a sword flower, and replied: "Senior Brother Jian, there is no need to be courteous."

Just as Yu Haoran and Jian Wuhen returned the greeting, the disciple who had rushed into Merit Palace just now returned with a face full of smiles.

"Yu Haoran, thank you!" First, he thanked Yu Haoran, who threw a bag at him, and said.

"There are 100 Grade Nine Spirit Stones, 10 Grade Eight First Grade Pei-Yuan Pills, three Grade Eight First Grade Origin Gathering Pills, and three Grade Five hundred Purple Yin Gra.s.s. It is enough to exchange for the corpse of the Green Eyed Wolf King."

Although the Merit Palace's disciple gave a very detailed introduction, Jian Wuhen, who had been tricked several times, did not believe him at all.

He opened the bag in front of her and carefully counted the items inside.

Jian Wuhen's action caused the Merit Palace disciples who were originally smiling to become gloomy, and even Yu Haoran who was standing beside them could not help but shake his head.

How could Jian Wuhen not trust the son of the Merit Palace disciple? He had directly slapped his own face.