The Kingdom of Eight Feet

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A small mountain lake.

Liu Lang, freshly washed, sat cross-legged.

“Tian Dao—the Way of the Sword—there’s no cultivation method, only combat…”

After fully integrating the information, he understood this instinctively.

He leapt up, practicing his sword techniques repeatedly, clearly feeling strands of power being absorbed from the surrounding air into his body.

“Xiao Rong said the spiritual energy here is too scarce. Could it be that what I’m absorbing is this spiritual energy? I wonder how Xiao Rong is doing. She seemed strong, definitely has some special abilities, so she should be fine.”

Liu Lang noticed a shadow moving underwater. He curled his index finger slightly, and with lightning speed, his dagger shot out.

When the dagger resurfaced, a fish was impaled on it.

Liu Fei’er was ecstatic. “Grilled fish! Grilled fish!”

Neither of them had any survival experience in the wild. Cutting down a large tree was easy, but making fire by friction was incredibly difficult.

Liu Fei’er slumped onto the ground, her ponytail swaying.

Liu Lang crumbled several pieces of wood he had drilled through, recalling the hand seals from the scroll. Though he didn’t understand Japanese, he remembered a technique for spitting fire.

“Maybe it’s a ninja fireball technique.”

He tried forming the hand seals and surprisingly spat out a few sparks.

“Try again, try again!” Liu Fei’er saw hope. The image of sizzling grilled fish formed vividly in her mind.

But no matter how many times Liu Lang tried afterward, he failed. Even when his hands moved so fast they became a blur, no sparks appeared.

“Ninjutsu and Tian Dao use two different energies within the body… one is chakra, the other is spiritual power. But they must be composed of the same fundamental element, just arranged differently, forming different substances…”

“My spiritual power is stronger than chakra right now. Using ninjutsu is interfered with by spiritual power. I might as well try using spiritual power to activate ninjutsu!”

Without hesitation, he tried.

“Bang!”

The sudden explosion startled Liu Fei’er, but she quickly grabbed some dry grass and brought it close to Liu Lang’s burning hair.

The fire finally caught. Well, that was something.

They didn’t know how to control the flame, didn’t realize they needed to gut the fish, nor did they have any seasoning.

Liu Fei’er gave up on the long-awaited grilled fish and pulled out compressed military biscuits left by an uncle in the army, nibbling on them.

Liu Lang persisted until he had eaten half a piece of “charcoal” fish, then gave up too.

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Food was limited—only seven or eight compressed biscuits—and military compressed biscuits were highly filling. They rationed themselves to one biscuit every two days.

Liu Fei’er only nibbled a third of hers, giving the rest to Liu Lang.

“I don’t know how much longer we have to walk. I really need to practice grilled fish more!” Liu Lang sighed.

Liu Fei’er rolled her eyes disdainfully. “Your hair’s all burned off. There’s nothing left to start a fire again.”

She sniffed the air, signaling Liu Lang not to speak, then gave a warning look—danger was near.

Having been through life-and-death situations together several times, they had developed a tacit understanding.

Liu Fei’er transformed into countless bats, scattering in all directions. Liu Lang leapt up into the treetops to hide.

Before him appeared a monster with two human heads—one of which was the hornet man from last night.

However, beneath the hornet’s head was no longer a giant hornet, but a bear-like creature.

“They haven’t moved since their scent reached here. Probably masking their presence. After all, they’re military personnel—experts at moving in the wild. When they captured the Blank Slate, he was also very good at hiding,” the other head said honestly, sounding simple-minded.

The hornet’s voice was sharp. “No matter how strong that Blank Slate was, he fell to the master’s poison, didn’t he? Keep searching! If we don’t find the signal transmitter, we’ll all become food! I’ve fought those two kids—without Blank Slate, I could crush them with one foot!”

“Since there’s no clue, I’ll try fortune-telling. When I was human, I took a class on the Book of Changes,” the honest head said. He clumsily tossed a few leaves into the air with his bear paws.

The hornet made no comment. The body was mainly controlled by the honest head; the hornet was just a parasite without control.

The honest head carefully examined the falling leaves. “Hmm… Ah… The hexagrams show they’re right here… Still haven’t mastered it.”

The hornet sneered, “What mastery? That’s just a scam. You actually paid for lessons? You fool. If we don’t hurry, they might have already silently reached Jade Peak to send a signal.”

“Jade Peak?”

The two heads exchanged a thought. The bear paws each slapped a head, speaking in unison: “Wait for the prey!”

Liu Lang had accumulated power to its limit. With a flick of his finger, his dagger became a streak of white light, aiming straight for the hornet’s head.

Revenge—he had to avenge Uncle in the army.

Both heads immediately noticed. The heads narrowly dodged, but the body was slashed open, oozing black, oil-like liquid all over the ground.

“Heh heh heh, I was right, I was right. My Book of Changes lessons weren’t wasted… I’m quite talented even in the Eight Feet Kingdom!”

“Is this really the time to brag, fool!”

Under Liu Lang’s control, the dagger flew around the bear-like monster’s body, leaving one wound after another.

“No food? You’re just tickling me,” the honest head chuckled. “If Blank Slate were here, I’d be dead from that strike just now.”

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The bear-like monster stomped fiercely, shaking the earth and mountains.

Liu Lang lost his balance and fell from the treetops.

Having already taken the first step on the immortal path, he recalled the dagger, used it to brace his fall, then leapt back into the trees.

But there was no sign of the bear-like monster.

“Behind you!” Liu Fei’er shouted.

Too late.

The bear-like monster suddenly appeared atop a massive treetop and slapped Liu Lang to the ground.

Liu Fei’er transformed into a swarm of bats, surrounding Liu Lang to escape, but barely half a foot away, the monster returned to the ground and scattered the bats.

When she reappeared, her mouth was full of blood, her face pale, trembling as she barely stood.

“Really weak. But I enjoy crushing the weak,” the honest head said cheerfully.

He stepped on Liu Lang’s body, who was immobilized.

“No signal transmitter?” the hornet frowned.

“The person’s dead. The transmitter won’t send signals on its own. What’s there to worry about? That little miss fits my taste,” the honest head stared at Liu Fei’er, his balding scalp shining without a single hair.

Liu Fei’er lost her footing and fell to the ground. “Stay away!”

The hornet reminded again, “Bear, handle business first—the signal transmitter…”

The bear snorted. “I just like the little miss. I had no choice before, but now… Heh heh, big brother’s here.”

The bear lunged at Liu Fei’er.

Liu Lang lay on the ground, breathing shallowly.

His spiritual power surged violently within him.

“Tian Dao—the Way of the Sword—there’s no method, only combat…”