The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

"Little beast!"

With a stern shout, the erotic scene vanished in an instant.

"You little rascal, you're not exactly innocent," Xiao Hei said with a grin, pointing at him.

Unexpectedly, Chang'an let out a long sigh and said with emotion, "I suddenly met an old friend, and I couldn't help but recall some of our old times..."

Old Bai snorted coldly, "The time you spent visiting brothels together?"

Chang'an shook his head, his sigh only growing stronger than before. "I was just thinking about my first job..."

Xiao Hei swallowed hard, stuck out his tongue, and asked excitedly, "Where...where is the job? Are you...do you need any helpers?"

"Enough! You shameless lecherous dog, are you planning to go and guard someone's door?" Old White growled at Little Black, as if he wanted to skin it alive and devour it.

"I'm afraid even guarding the door will be difficult..."

Hearing Chang'an continue to add insult to injury, Xiao Hei stopped talking. But Lao Bai got anxious again and shouted in a hoarse voice, "You weak human, since you're not going to behave, don't blame this old woman for being merciless!"

Before he could finish speaking, several masked, unarmed men leaped out of the water and headed straight for the bewildered Chang'an.

A barrage of punches came flying at Chang'an, who immediately rolled left and right, thrusting forward and stabbing backward.

But ultimately, their strength was limited, and they could not defeat them even with all their might.

Although the punch was powerful, it wouldn't be fatal immediately, giving Chang'an room to maneuver.

Old Bai and Little Black watched from the sidelines. Old Bai said, "This swordsmanship is truly appalling. I really don't know how this guy has survived until now."

Xiao Hei exclaimed, "At least his physical strength and stamina are much better than I imagined."

"Hmph, you're far from good enough. You still need to practice!"

Xiao Hei laughed loudly, "Alright, then let me give him some pointers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a black shadow and flashed towards Chang'an.

With that, Chang'an's arm immediately stretched straight out. In his dazed state, he could only see a dark shadow flashing incessantly.

Almost simultaneously, he felt pressure on his legs, and his previously limp lower limbs immediately straightened.

With his lower body stabilized, the thrust of his sword gained more power, and with one strike, he pierced through the burly man who had rushed to the front.

Then, he was subjected to various impacts all over his body, as if an invisible hand was manipulating him like a puppet.

In a short while, the four strong men fell to Chang'an's sword, slowly turning into layers of water vapor.

Chang'an was panting heavily, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. He simply couldn't believe he possessed such an ability.

"Well? Did you remember everything?" Little Black was already sitting on his shoulder.

Chang'an was still panting heavily. "I'm sorry, I was too nervous just now... I... I didn't see it clearly..."

"Hmph, then this old woman will help you review, and you should also work on your endurance!"

When Lao Bai uttered the sixth word, the mist in front of Chang'an slowly condensed into another version of himself, wielding the same sword and glaring with the same eyes.

Suddenly, the longsword was thrust out, using the same sword technique he had just used.

This time, Xiao Hei did not make a move.

Chang'an was horrified, and in an instant, several holes appeared on his body.

Although he suffered some fatal injuries, he did see those sword strikes clearly and remember them well.

He opened his eyes abruptly and immediately smelled that familiar yet pungent stench.

He had already woken up in the doghouse.

The sun is high in the sky, but the biting cold still seeps into his body.

After all, the first rays of sunlight in the morning will never shine into this small, dark doghouse.

But Chang'an is a person with all four limbs intact, so he can climb out from here.

But no one knew what awaited him outside.

In fact, a cute and playful young girl was stretching lazily in the sunlight next to the doghouse, looking extremely relaxed.

The girl seemed to be silently praying something while facing the sunlight when she suddenly felt someone gently pat her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw Chang'an's smiling face.

"Junior sister, since you're new here, let me show you around and help you get familiar with the area, okay?"

He knew very well that he couldn't run away forever, so rather than continuing the life-or-death struggle, it was better to shake hands and make peace as soon as possible.

Xiao Tao tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, and asked in confusion, "I've been following you around everywhere."

Chang'an was overjoyed. "So...you're not in a hurry to kill me?"

Xiao Tao smiled brightly, "You run ahead, and I chase after you with my knife, playing and slashing at you at the same time, isn't that fun?"

Chang'an smiled wryly, "But if I turn into mincemeat, you won't find it interesting."

Jiang Xiaotao clapped her hands happily, "If you become mincemeat, I can take Master to all the places I've been to again! Wouldn't that be even more fun!"

Her smile in the sunlight was innocent, radiant, and sweet, like a budding flower. Just a casual glance from her could dispel the gloom in one's heart, leaving only the deepest tenderness...

Chang'an looked at that smiling face, but felt a chill run down his spine.

"You mean I should turn into mincemeat later?"

"Hmph, you're just another toy of mine," Xiaotao said disdainfully.

Chang'an, however, grasped at a straw and hurriedly said, "Then can you go play with your other toys first, so I can rest and you can rest too?"

"Okay." Xiao Tao agreed readily and immediately put her hand in her mouth.

The gurgling sound began to emanate from the food, and it only stopped when it reached the point where even her elbow was no longer in her mouth.

"Waaah..." Xiao Tao whimpered softly, looking both pained and blissful.

Chang'an was somewhat alarmed and asked cautiously, "Do...do you need any help?"

Jiang Xiaotao immediately pulled her arm away, and a strong stench hit her face.

It was a hand, a severed hand so decayed it was almost unrecognizable, cracked and swollen…

This was almost the most disgusting thing in the world, and others would avoid it like the plague, but Xiao Tao held it in her hands and regarded it as a rare treasure.

Her round eyes had begun to shine, and drool was constantly dripping from the corners of her twitching mouth. It was hard to tell whether it was a gagging reflex or she was actually drooling from seeing it.

Slowly, she began to lick her lips, and her expression became indescribably perverted and ferocious.

"Master, where have you hidden? Why are you deliberately avoiding me?..."

"Your disciple misses you so much right now, your disciple longs to see you so much..."

"…………………"

"Your disciple wants to see you now!"

She angrily raised her head, her eyes filled with murderous intent, but she didn't see Chang'an.

Chang'an was already running wildly through the mountains. He hated himself for not just leaving. Why had he clung to such a foolish illusion?

It wasn't until he was quite tired from running that he realized the so-called endurance training the two old men in black and white were referring to escaping death from Jiang Xiaotao's knife...

But what if I die under a black knife without even knowing why? Could it be that someone is protecting me in secret?

Or perhaps, this was a test in itself; if one fails to pass it, one is not qualified to learn the Nether Flower Divine Sword...

He was troubled, but his mind kept replaying those few sword techniques. It was as if they were engraved in his brain, and he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.

Only now did he understand why Hua Chan could possess such profound swordsmanship even while sleeping soundly every day.

This is the only thing to be thankful for. Perhaps in time, I can also master that world-renowned swordsmanship, achieve fame at a young age, and become a pair of sword lovers in the martial arts world with my senior sister, with our reputation spreading far and wide.

"Die!" That damned sweet voice ruthlessly shattered all his illusions.

A cold wind swept over them, and the black blade hung suspended in mid-air. Who could know what the future held...?