Chapter 42: Three Years and Four Months Seeking Recommendation Tickets

  Spring goes and autumn comes, time slips away quietly.

  The flowers and trees on Jianlan Mountain withered, then bloomed again, bloomed again, and withered once more. Three years have passed since then.

  In a certain place in Jianlan Mountain, the originally small figure had grown up completely. Although Haitian's face still had a faint childishness, no one in the Jianlan Sect dared to underestimate the big guy in front of them.

  In these three years, Hai Tian was like a killing god, constantly fighting. However, Hai Tian also took the opportunity to quietly search the entire Jianlan Mountain, but did not find any trace of his family members. Now he also believed what Tansan said at first, that his family members were not in Tansan's hands.

  After knowing the truth, Haitian no longer attacked the disciples of the Swordsman level, but instead turned to the disciples of the Swordmaster level. Firstly, after this period of killing, the disciples of the Swordsman level were already scared and didn't dare to fall alone, making it increasingly difficult for him to fight. Secondly, because his family was no longer in their hands, Haitian also couldn't bear to take lives again.

  But Hai Tian didn't leave just yet, Jian Shan Zong had become his training grounds, with so many experts to spar with, what more could he ask for?

  For three years, Haitian has been living in a cycle of battle, recovery and cultivation, from being a one-star swordsman to becoming a six-star swordsman. Compared to his previous life, he has progressed much faster this time around.

  If it weren't for Haitian constantly harassing Jianlanzong, devoting himself to cultivation with all his heart and mind, perhaps by now Haitian would have already broken through to become a Sword Master.

  The past three years have been comfortable for Haitian, but for Jianlan Zong and Tanzania, they were completely difficult days.

  Relying on the art of concealment and the Five Elements Escape Technique, no one from Jianxiao Sect, not even Tanshan, could detect or capture Haitian. The vast Jianxiao Mountain was at Haitian's disposal, allowing him to come and go freely.

  As time passed, Tansan also discovered that Haitian no longer made a move on the swordsmen-level disciples, but instead turned his attention to those swordmaster-level disciples, which also let him breathe a sigh of relief.

  The disciples of the Swordsman level are the future of Jianlan Sect, their hope. If they were really killed by Haitian, then Jianlan Sect would be finished soon.

  To thoroughly eliminate Haitian, Tanzan ordered the swordsmen above the junior level to divide into many small groups to search for Haitian on Jianlan Mountain. Although they also had several battles with Haitian, once Haitian fell into a disadvantage, he immediately disappeared, causing their carefully laid plans to fail time and again.

  Angered, Tansan smashed the last teacup on Jianlan Mountain into pieces.

  "Bang!" The pale blue ceramic teacup smashed heavily to the ground, producing a crisp sound. On the clean and tidy marble floor, several clear marks were left behind.

  "Trash! All trash! Three years! A full three years have passed, and not even a small Hai Tian has been caught by me. Instead, this matter has spread outside, and the face of our Jian Shan Sect has been completely lost because of you!" Tan Sang shouted in exasperation, his voice trembling with rage. For these three years, he had not slept well for a single night, and often had nightmares.

  The one I dreamed of was not someone else, but Hai Tian.

  Inside the grand hall, the second-generation disciples of Jianxun Sect were all trembling with fear and didn't dare to speak. Like Tansan, they had also been suffering greatly for the past three years. If not for their unyielding willpower, they would have probably gone mad by now.

  Good news never goes beyond the gate, bad news travels for thousands of miles.

  In just the second year, Hai Tian alone had caused the entire Jian Luan Sect to be in an uproar throughout the entire Wu Shan province. Especially those large families and powers, all regarded Jian Luan Sect as a complete joke, no wonder Tan Sang would be so furious.

  "Speak! Tell me, what are we going to do now?" Tanzan glared at the crowd with a fierce gaze, his whiskers trembling like an enraged lion.

  The disciples looked at each other in dismay and hung their heads. What else could they do? If there was a way, it wouldn't have dragged on until now.

  "Master, although I still have no way to deal with Haitian, the matter of searching for Haitian's family members that you ordered me to do has made some progress." Just then, Koro, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

  These words were like a strong stimulant, and Tansan's eyes lit up as he hastily asked, "Quickly, what progress has been made?"

  "After our investigation over the past two years, a mysterious group had come to Hai's house and a battle ensued. Afterwards, this mysterious group took away all of Hai's family and their whereabouts are still unknown." Koro recounted everything he had investigated.

  "What's going on?" Tanzan's face suddenly darkened, and anyone could see that he was in a bad mood.

  Ke Lu nodded and said: "We still haven't found out where they went. However, based on the traces of their battle at that time, we discovered a special sword spirit power."

  "What is the sword's spiritual energy?" Tansan asked intently.

  "It is a black sword energy with strong corrosive properties."

  "Could it be them?" Tansan's face changed color, and he lowered his head to mutter to himself, "If it really is them, then that would explain everything. But why did they take the Hai family away? Strange, truly strange."

  Although Tansan's muttering was very soft, everyone present was no weakling, and they all heard what he said.

  But they had never heard that the sword spirit would have a corrosive nature, and looking at Tansan's situation made it clear that something was amiss. Koru plucked up his courage to ask: "Master, have you ever heard of this kind of sword spirit?"

  "Is this what you should be asking? Alright, from now on, you don't need to investigate the situation of Haitian's family anymore." Tanzan gave a serious order, but as soon as he thought of Haitian, he felt extremely headache, couldn't grasp it no matter how hard he tried, and couldn't find him no matter where he looked. Haitian was simply like an eel, too slippery.

  "As for Haitian..." Tanzan paused for a moment, then raised his head and said, "From now on, try your best not to fight with him. If he insists on fighting, be careful not to hurt him."

  "Master, how can you...?" The disciples in the grand hall all stared at Tansan in shock, no one had expected that the master of Jianxiao Sect, who had been tormented for three whole years, would say something like this.

  Seeing the discontent of the crowd, Tansan's face turned blue with rage and he said in a cold voice: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

  "Yes, Master." Although they didn't understand in their hearts, they couldn't go against Tansan's words.

  Soon, everyone left, and Tansan also returned to his own backyard to continue practicing.

  However, they did not notice that at this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground, and it was Haitian. Every time Tansan called over the disciples to scold them, Haitian would rush over to "listen in".

  He liked to see Tansan get angry, but today he heard such a message.

  "What's this about a black sword spirit with corrosive properties?" Hai Tian furrowed his brow, searching through his mind, "Strange, I've never heard of such a sword spirit existing. Who are these people? And why do they want to take away my family?"

  "I also don't know how Father and Xiaoyu are doing?" Haitian's face showed a deep concern, but immediately afterwards, Haitian smiled calmly and looked towards the rear hall not far away, "It seems that this Tanzan may know something."

  As soon as the words fell, Haitian's figure suddenly disappeared in the great hall, and the entire great hall returned to its former tranquility, as if Haitian had never been there.

  Inside the back hall, Tansan was sitting cross-legged on a futon practicing, with a faint yellow glow emanating from his body.

  Suddenly, Haitian burst out from the ground and smiled slightly: "Tan Sang Zong Zhu, long time no see."

  As soon as he heard Haitian's voice, Tanzan immediately opened his eyes and glared at Haitian with gritted teeth: "You dare to come out again, aren't you afraid that I will lock you up?"

  "Seal? You'd have to use your sword to lock me down first. But your sword can't even detect my existence, let alone seal me." Haitian didn't care at all, "I came to find you not because I had nothing better to do. I heard what you said earlier in the front hall, who is this Black Sword Spirit you spoke of?"

  "Did you hear that?" As soon as he heard this, Tansan's face changed, and he sneered, "What if I did? Do you think I'd tell you?"

  "Don't want to say? I won't force you." Hai Tian smiled confidently, "These three years living in your Jian Yan Mountain have been quite comfortable, originally I planned to leave, but since you're so enthusiastic about keeping me, I also can't not give you face. By the way, recently my opponents in battle have all been high-level swordsmen, it's too hard to fight, next time I'll find a swordsman to play with instead."

  Upon hearing this sentence, Tansan's face changed greatly, and he looked at Haitian with a scowl, this was an outright threat.

  If Hai Tian doesn't leave, the joke of Jian Xuan Zong will not only spread throughout Wushan Province, but may even reach the entire Sangma Empire. At that time, they will not only fail to recruit new disciples, but also decline from then on.

  Moreover, Hai Tian still had to kill the disciples of the Swordsmen level. With his current strength, plus the protection of the Xuanji Sword, almost no swordsman could withstand Hai Tian's attack.

  "Damn it, aren't you afraid that all the Sword King's disciples will come after you together? With your attack speed, it's impossible to surpass a high-ranking master of the Sword King level." Tansan's face was gloomy, he hated Hai Tian so much that he wanted to swallow him whole.

  "Indeed, the Sword King's attack speed is much faster than mine. Before my attack can even kill one swordsman, I'm afraid the Sword King will be able to block it already. But don't forget, I'm still young. If another ten years or twenty years pass, will those Sword Kings under your command still be my opponents?" Haitian said nonchalantly, although he also knew that the disciples of Jianlan Sect would make progress too.

  But he believed that with his cultivation speed, he would definitely be much faster than them. With his past experience as a Sword God, it wouldn't take him ten years to defeat the Sword King.

  In the quiet back hall, there was a dead silence. Tansan's face turned iron blue with rage, his whole body trembling, unable to speak. Hai Tian just stood like that, smiling and looking at Tansan on the couch, as if he wasn't in a hurry.

  After a while, Tanzania finally sighed: "Okay, I can tell you. But you have to promise me one condition!"

  Upon hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on Haitian's face.

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  P.S: Many book friends have asked Little Pig many questions, and Little Pig has thought about it seriously, indeed there are such problems.

  The little pig can only say that from now on, I will seriously write every chapter well and try to make every reader like it.