Yu Daohēn smiled faintly and said appreciatively, "This kid has really grown a lot."
Hearing this, Hu Ting understood that the sect leader intended to take him as a disciple.
Yu Daohēn stated the purpose of summoning him this time.
"Actually, I asked Elder Hu to come this time because I want you to take this little girl to the sect for a few days."
Hu Ting frowned upon hearing this, "Sect Leader, have you encountered some trouble?"
Yu Daohēn nodded and briefly explained Meng Dalong's situation.
After listening, Hu Ting immediately said, "Then I'll call Wu Shanping and Elder Xu to help."
Yu Daohēn raised his hand to stop him, "Currently, the sect relies on Elder Xu and you three elders to support it. If anything happens to you, the sect will collapse."
"I have other plans for this matter, Elder Hu doesn't need to worry."
Hu Ting was then relieved, "Alright, then Sect Leader, you must be extra careful."
Yu Daohēn nodded. With Elder Xu and the Haotian Fist guarding the sect, other sects would not dare to suppress them, and their rise was only a matter of time.
At this critical juncture, the sect absolutely could not afford any mishaps.
"By the way, there's been unrest in the martial world recently, especially from the people of the Divine Religion. Elder Hu, please pay extra attention, especially when recruiting new disciples," Yu Daohēn reminded him.
Hu Ting nodded, "Sect Leader, rest assured, with me here, the sect will not have any mishaps."
Yu Daohēn nodded, and the two chatted about sect matters before Hu Ting left with Yu Yijun.
After they left, Yu Daohēn walked to the backyard and condensed the Samsara Blood Tear short sword to continue practicing.
Even Meng Dalong had to flee to the Midnight Spirit Shop to hide, so the opponent must have a significant background.
Three days passed like this, with Yu Daohēn continuously cultivating in the backyard.
He also sent a message to Qin Muyu to inquire about their situation.
Upon learning that they were unharmed, he finally felt at ease.
Early morning~
Instead of lying on the rocking chair and resting his eyes as usual, Yu Daohēn sat on the doorstep, watching the movements on the old street ahead.
His heart was no longer as fearful, perhaps due to experiencing so many powerful individuals over the past year.
He had dealt with a great demon of three thousand years and a ghost king on the verge of becoming a ghost immortal. He had even clashed with celestial beings.
Perhaps it was the rapid progress in his strength over the past few days that made Yu Daohēn feel that the Black List was nothing to be afraid of.
Those who had been baptized by storms and waves had long possessed the potential to become strong.
It was like someone who had been consistently playing at fifty-star King of Glory suddenly facing a one-star Supreme King. Although nervous, they wouldn't be afraid.
Time ticked by.
Three thirty in the morning~
Yu Daohēn yawned, feeling a bit sleepy. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled.
Seeing no one in sight ahead, he prepared to get up and go to bed.
Suddenly, a figure, panting heavily, ran into the shop carrying a昏迷 woman in their arms.
The figure was covered in blood, and with every step they took, blood dripped onto the ground.
Yu Daohēn took a closer look and recognized the person as Meng Dalong.
However, he was no longer as sharp as before.
When Meng Dalong saw Yu Daohēn, a smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, a short sword flew towards him like a whirlwind.
Meng Dalong, holding the woman, couldn't afford to defend himself and could only use his back to block the incoming short sword.
If this short sword struck him, he would either die or be severely injured.
At this critical moment, Yu Daohēn's left eye focused, and several drops of Samsara Blood Tears transformed into a short sword.
Yu Daohēn grabbed the short sword and leaped forward, swinging the Samsara Blood Tear short sword fiercely.
Clang!
The flying short sword was directly cut in half and flew off to the sides.
Meng Dalong turned his head to look, and saw Yu Daohēn with a cigarette in his mouth, a smile on his lips, "Get inside the shop first!"
Meng Dalong nodded and ran into the shop with the woman.
After Meng Dalong entered the shop, Yu Daohēn took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowed as he watched the movement ahead.
The nearby streetlights flickered as a figure walked towards them.
The moment Yu Daohēn saw the figure, he stomped on the ground and charged towards the figure.
Before he could even see what the figure looked like, the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand had already been swung, aiming straight for the figure's throat.
Seeing this, the figure raised a dagger to block the Samsara Blood Tear short sword that was aimed at their throat.
But the moment the dagger touched the Samsara Blood Tear short sword, it was cut in half.
"What!"
The figure's expression changed drastically. They quickly dodged backward, lowering their head.
The Samsara Blood Tear short sword grazed the figure's cheek.
Seeing his attack fail, Yu Daohēn took a step back, spat the cigarette in his mouth towards the figure, and then, with his other hand, formed a hand seal and inhaled sharply, spewing flames directly at the figure.
Yu Daohēn's sequence of actions was clean and efficient, without any hesitation, displaying the demeanor of a master.
Yu Daohēn dared not be careless. Just one exchange of blows told him that the opponent was no ordinary person.
The flames quickly reached the figure. The figure didn't dodge at all and directly raised their cloak to block the incoming flames.
Seeing this, Yu Daohēn's expression became serious. To be safe, he condensed another Samsara Blood Tear short sword, held both swords with his hands, and watched the figure in the flames.
As the flames dispersed, the figure was seen to be unharmed, protected by the cloak.
The black cloak didn't even show any signs of scorching.
Yu Daohēn was slightly shocked, cursing, "Damn it, what material is this cloak made of? It can't even be burned by the flames of the Swallowing Flame Art!"
Just as Yu Daohēn was surprised, the figure suddenly retracted their cloak and thrust a dagger towards him.
"Hurry!" Yu Daohēn cursed inwardly, raising the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand to strike the incoming dagger.
The dagger was cut in half, and the figure seized the opportunity to raise their other hand towards Yu Daohēn, preparing to grab his throat.
Yu Daohēn, with quick reflexes, raised the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his other hand and slashed at the hand that was reaching for his throat.
Seeing this, the figure quickly retracted their hand and then retreated backward.
Yu Daohēn let out a long sigh of relief, thankful for his foresight in condensing two Samsara Blood Tear short swords.
Otherwise, he would have been choked to death on the spot by that single move.
Yu Daohēn looked at the retreating figure. The two had moved too fast during their exchange, and he hadn't been able to see what the other person looked like.
The figure was wearing a cat-faced mask, making it impossible to see their face.
The figure also sized up Yu Daohēn, then suddenly drew two daggers from their waist.
Seeing this, Yu Daohēn couldn't help but curse, "Holy hell, are you sick? Carrying so many swords when you go out."
He had cut one when saving Meng Dalong, cut another when aiming for the figure's throat, and cut another when the figure attacked.
And now they were pulling out two more. This guy was probably a sword salesman.
However, what surprised Yu Daohēn was how sharp the Samsara Blood Tear short sword truly was.
With a single slash, it could cut through ordinary daggers or short swords.
The figure did not reply, and with a swing of their daggers, they attacked again.
Seeing this, Yu Daohēn also swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand to meet the attack.