Soon, Luo Mu severed the heads of all the Demon Path martial artists he had slain.
A single kill at the True Aperture Realm Level One would yield 5,000 contribution points.
For someone like Mo Luo, the contribution points had already reached 10,000.
Luo Mu had to calculate it; this trip had already earned him nearly 70,000 contribution points.
"Truly, killing and arson come with golden belts," he muttered.
Apart from the contribution points, these Demon Path martial artists also carried some resources, which were an unexpected gain.
Due to the large number of heads, they were too cumbersome to carry on his waist and looked out of place.
Thus, Luo Mu placed them all into Cheng Qingman's storage ring.
This was also the first time Luo Mu had seen a storage artifact.
In the cultivation world, even the smallest storage artifacts were extremely expensive and not something an ordinary person could afford.
Since Jiang Hai was injured and unable to travel for long periods, they had to stop and rest every half hour.
Luo Mu didn't waste this rest time.
Not far away, he began practicing his sword technique again.
After killing Mo Luo, he gained a massive 300-fold reward.
Among those were countless insights into sword techniques.
He felt as though he had one foot already in the door to the sword intent.
As long as he kept practicing, he was certain he would eventually comprehend the legendary — sword intent!
This was the mysterious power that every martial artist dreamed of!
Any martial artist who mastered sword intent would experience a complete transformation in strength.
To put it in simple terms, it would increase their power at least tenfold!
However, comprehending sword intent was extremely difficult. Only the most talented geniuses in Chang Le Academy might be able to achieve it.
As the setting sun sank lower, the remaining light bathed Luo Mu's figure.
He remained focused, not distracted in the least, fully immersed in his sword technique.
Meanwhile, Cheng Qingman and the others were left stunned by his dedication.
"I might finally understand why Junior Brother Luo was able to master the No-Life Sword Canon in such a short time," Jiang Hai said softly. "In addition to his exceptional talent, he's also incredibly... diligent!"
"Indeed," Lin Ruo Feng nodded.
Since leaving the Demon Path stronghold, every time there was a break, Luo Mu would practice his sword alone in a nearby area.
He would never sit down to rest.
"There are many geniuses in this world, but the ones that are most feared are those with outstanding talent and unmatched diligence!" Cheng Qingman rested her chin in her hands.
Her beautiful, watery eyes reflected Luo Mu's Great and fit figure.
Her father once told her that a genius who does not work hard will eventually have their talent taken away by the heavens. Only diligent geniuses can reach the peak of martial arts!
"Ding!"
"You have diligently practiced and completed one full cycle of the No-Life Sword Canon, triggering a critical hit, earning a 30x reward!"
The system's notification rang in his mind.
A smile crept up on Luo Mu's lips.
That might just be the most wonderful sound in the world.
As the sun completely set and the full moon rose in the east, the group finally arrived at Xunyang City.
This was the largest ancient city in Fengdu County!
The city walls were towering, nearly a hundred meters high, with gray bricks that exuded the scent of age.
Ancient and weathered, Xunyang City had existed since the establishment of the Great Zhou Empire and boasted a long history.
Over the years, countless heroes and heroines had been born here.
Therefore, Xunyang City had a very deep cultural foundation.
Inside the city were many noble families, such as the renowned Blood Hero Marquis' Cheng Family.
Although it was already dark, the lights in Xunyang City were still blazing, and the streets were bustling.
As Cheng Qingman said, this was a city that never slept.
Everywhere were lanterns, and in the center of the city, there was a long river, with water lanterns lining the banks. On both sides were commoners or martial artists who had come to watch the spectacle.
"This is the big city," Luo Mu nodded slightly.
As a hard-working Cultivator, he had never been to such a large city.
But while the hustle and bustle was interesting, he had no interest in sightseeing or playing.
He just wanted to find a quiet place to continue his cultivation.
Cheng Qingman noticed Luo Mu's lack of interest and immediately led the way to the Cheng Family.
It wasn't as magnificent as expected.
It was just a relatively ordinary Marquis' residence.
"Miss is back!" Soon, voices rang through the residence.
Footsteps followed, and several servants and maids stood in the courtyard to greet them.
"Welcome back, Miss!"
The butler was an old man, his hair completely white, but his eyes were sharp and bright.
His physique was sturdy, and his face bore several deep scars, likely from battles he had fought. He was probably a veteran from the battlefield, now serving as the butler in the Marquis' residence.
"Uncle Gong, has my father returned?" Cheng Qingman asked.
"The Marquis has not returned for three years. He's been away all this time. Recently, there were orders from the Imperial Capital, and the Marquis had to go deal with them," the butler, Uncle Gong, shook his head.
"Again, the Imperial Capital?" Cheng Qingman frowned.
With so many nobles in the empire, why did they always send for her father?
It had already been nearly four years since she last saw him.
"Never mind," she sighed helplessly. "By the way, these three are my good friends. Uncle Gong, please be sure to treat them well."
"Of course." Uncle Gong nodded.
He then turned his gaze to Luo Mu and the others.
Each of them was covered in blood, clearly having just come from battle, and a rather brutal one at that.
What puzzled him, though, was that the young man with a sword at his waist, who was only at the True Aperture Realm Level Two, seemed to be in the best condition.
Though covered in blood, there were no visible wounds.
It was clear that the blood was from the enemy.
"Let's rest for tonight. Tomorrow, I'll show you around Xunyang City!" Cheng Qingman said with a smile.
She turned and walked away.
"Please follow me," Uncle Gong said.
"Thank you for your trouble." Luo Mu nodded.
Although the old man before him appeared to be an ordinary person, with no aura of martial arts, Luo Mu could sense that he was like a still, dangerous tiger, exuding a sense of hidden threat.
Clearly, he was deliberately concealing his strength.
It was hard to tell his true cultivation level.
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