Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 70

When He Lang opened his eyes, he found himself in a vast, desolate forest. The vegetation was dense, and the sky was expansive. Even without recognizable landmarks, he could sense that this world was different from any he had been to before.

He looked around and pulled out his ever-present training manual. On the fourth page, a new name had indeed appeared—Jiang Hanzheng.

Perhaps because the environment was so desolate, the melon rabbit (Gua Tu) materialized from the manual and cheerfully said, “Welcome to the new world, gua!”

He Lang nodded and continued to examine his surroundings.

Gua Tu drooped its ears and perched on his shoulder, questioning his calm demeanor, “Aren’t you worried? When you left, Ao Li seemed very distressed, with dark energy emanating from him. He might destroy the world like a villain from an anime, guagua!”

“Who knows?” He Lang shook his head. Given what he knew about Ao Li, it was not impossible.

“Don’t be so nonchalant! If the realm collapses because of him, Gua Tu will be in big trouble!!” Gua Tu covered its face with its paws, as if in tears.

He Lang shrugged, not intending to respond. “Not my concern.”

“Hmph, if the manual forces you back to fix the world, let’s see if you’ll still talk so easily.”

He Lang stiffened. He dreaded the thought of facing a mad Ao Li again. He hoped the people in the previous worlds remained calm and composed; there were many things to do other than romance.

Gua Tu, arms crossed, mocked, “None of the gentlemen you taught turned out to be gentlemen. The flag is set high!”

He Lang felt a pang of disappointment and wanted to retort, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a distant loud noise.

He turned his head and squinted. A giant beast, several feet tall, leaped from the edge and charged towards them, shaking the ground and roaring wildly. The sky seemed to tremble.

The ground rumbled, and He Lang staggered slightly, puzzled by the beast’s rampage. As he looked closer, he saw that it was chasing a young man relentlessly.

“Host! Go save the beauty!” Gua Tu was visibly excited.

“How could I possibly save him?” He Lang quickly refused and took a step back, eyeing the menacing beast.

“As a man with an external aid, you’re so timid [○｀Д′ ○].” Gua Tu scratched him with a paw, continuing to nag.

Under normal circumstances, Gua Tu would not be so eager, so He Lang realized the situation was not simple.

At that moment, a light breeze came by, and he glanced sideways to see a young woman.

She was dressed in practical attire, with a strikingly beautiful yet heroic face. Holding a silver-glinting steel longsword, she prepared to charge in to save the young man.

Gua Tu tapped He Lang on the head with its furry paws, urging, “Look! You’re just watching while a woman takes action. How can you call yourself a gentleman!”

He Lang was at a loss and indeed felt moved. Since he was new to this world, he could start over if he died, right?

He set aside Gua Tu and, unarmed, bravely rushed forward.

He Lang, originally a scholar, had recently learned some martial skills, so he wasn’t completely unprepared. Moreover, his skills had not vanished. As he used his lightness skill, he felt even more agile, as if an internal energy allowed him to walk on air. With a leap, he easily surpassed the young woman in pink.

As he approached the beast, its fierce red eyes made him uncomfortable, but both the young man and the woman’s eyes were on him. He could only steady himself and give his best effort.

To his surprise, the energy he wielded was not the familiar inner power but a lighter, more refined force. Without time to think, he struck the beast with a gust of wind.

His strike carried a chill, and even before reaching the beast, it recoiled in fear. He Lang advanced steadily, easily maneuvering around it.

Though he didn’t understand why his energy had become so cold, it was clear the beast, being of a fiery nature, was greatly disadvantaged by this coldness, making it much easier to handle.

In a short time, He Lang figured out how to release the unfamiliar energy in his body. Ice and frost formed around him, and ice spikes shot out toward the beast, surrounding it in cold. Unable to endure the freezing temperature, the beast roared and fled.

Despite the effort, it was ultimately a close call, and He Lang was amazed by his success in driving away the beast alone.

He withdrew, overwhelmed by an indescribable fatigue.

The young man quickly approached him, repeatedly thanking him.

“Thank you for your help!”

He appeared about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pale, youthful face. His features were delicate, with a hint of depth. His expression, though still in shock, was now filled with gratitude as he looked at He Lang with teary eyes.

He Lang, while subtly observing him, casually waved his hand, “Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. No need for formalities.”

The young man nodded lightly, shyly lowering his head and remaining silent, though his gaze continued to linger on He Lang.

After the crisis was resolved, He Lang’s previously tense body relaxed, and his blood resumed its flow, causing a slight warmth throughout him.

Even though the person in front of him said not to worry, it was impossible not to care about a savior who appeared so suddenly from the skies and effortlessly rescued him.

The young woman who had previously attempted to intervene approached, praising He Lang’s enthusiasm and unique technique.

After carefully examining He Lang’s attire, her initially cool demeanor turned cheerful as she asked, “So we’re from the same sect. I just didn’t recognize you. May I ask which master you are under?”

He Lang smiled without answering.

The young man, nervously gripping his clothes, asked quietly, “So you are from the same sect?”

The woman nodded, her eyes sparkling, “Yes, the patterns on his clothes are unique to our Tianshan Sect. I didn’t recognize him at first, but I should have. Someone as outstanding as you is unforgettable. From your technique, you clearly have a pure Ice Spirit root and must be quite skilled.”

He Lang was unsure how to respond and could only offer some humble remarks.

Though the woman’s appearance was cold and beautiful, she was evidently very amiable. Knowing they were from the same sect, she was even more enthusiastic and introduced herself, “I’m Bai Lingzhi, and I’m a disciple of Master Wuding.”

He Lang chose to remain mysterious but was glad to know his sect affiliation and agreed to return to the sect with her.

Though He Lang had saved the young man, their conversation now completely overshadowed him. The young man’s initial excitement quickly turned to a calm, and even a sense of melancholy.

The young man etched He Lang’s figure deeply into his memory, feeling admiration, envy, and longing—perhaps the true charm of a powerful person.

He watched as the two became more familiar, unable to join their conversation. Lacking money and coming from a poor background, he could only offer a brief farewell before disappearing into the vastness of the world.

He Lang watched the young man’s retreating figure, slightly dazed, realizing he hadn’t asked for the young man’s name.

**Author’s Note**: “Letting myself go, it’s a sky-high sweet moment=w= Another young master story【.】It’s the same old routine, you know, written a lot and tired of it, but still like it. Orz. Once my ears are on this path, there’s no turning back.”