Swordsman Without a Name

Thousand Year Ginseng

The Nameless Swordsman tried to sit down. He tried sprinkling the powder medicine so that the wound would dry quickly. As much as possible he sprinkled the drug evenly.

After that, he crossed his legs while focusing his mind on gathering energy within. Eyes closed. His whole mind emptied as blankly as possible.

After a few tens of minutes, Cakra Buana was finished from his meditation. The young man then opened the ration that was carried behind his pocket.

Now it's all done. His body did not feel pain. The pain he was currently feeling had been greatly reduced. All the wounds are dry. The face that had been deathly pale, was now back in shape.

The Nameless Swordsman did not move immediately. He was still sitting in his place while imagining a fight that he had recently run.

The fight was much more devastating than the time of his fight against the Old Stick.

The news about the prowess of the Nine Tiger March Beleaguered Wolf turned out to be no mere nonsense. Now the Nameless Swordsman knows how great the line is.

The young man will never forget that fight. Even his heart was determined, if later he had obtained the Thousand Year Ginseng, then Cakra Buana would look for them and try to replay the fight with the nine figures.

According to his analysis, let alone a warrior in his class, even though the grandfather of the martial world who is famous for his greatness, not necessarily they can break through the ranks easily.

In his heart, the Nameless Swordsman inevitably had to acknowledge the perfection and prowess of the Nine Tiger March of Beleaguered Wolves.

Cakra Buana stood up. He tried to step to the front, the young man wanted to walk through the underground room he now occupied.

Meanwhile, along with the incident of the Nameless Swordsman entering into the basement earlier, the nine figures who were experts in playing the Nine Rows of Wolf-Being Tigers, were all astonished.

They did not expect this to happen. Everyone looks at each other, right now, these people don't know what to do. They're giddy seven circumference.

Do they have to catch up with the young man? If yes, how do you catch it? While the protruding stone that became the key to enter the basement can not be used anymore.

The stone did not work at all.

If the main road doesn't work, then how can they get in there?

"What should we do?" ask the fat guy who is one of their members.

"I don't know myself" replied another colleague.

"If the Great Lord knows about this, we will surely be eliminated" said another.

"Whatever the consequences, we must be ready to accept,"

"Certainly,"

"What's in the basement?" ask the youngest of them.

"Eitherway. No one knows it,"

Nine figures were then silenced. Their minds are floating everywhere.

What exactly is in the basement? Why was it the most forbidden place around the Tiger King Village?

They don't know. Those nine experts really did not know about it.

But clearly, all this time, Poh Kuan Tao the Tiger Sakti No Tanding very warning to all his men that no one should enter the room.

Whoever dares to go in there, then that person deserves to die.

To guard against any unwanted possibilities, the Northern Grandfather sent out those who were skilled in playing the Nine Tiger Rows to Surround the Wolf and the Old Cane.

Who would have thought, it turned out that they could not keep the place smoothly. Until in the end, an event that was very feared as now happened.

"Do we have to tell this to the Great Lord?" ask the fat guy like that ball.

"You're not stupid. Do you want to die sooner?"

"Of course not" he answered half-screaming.

"Then, what are we going to do now?" he repeated the same question.

"Waiting,"

"Waiting?" ask the fat guy while frowning.

"Yes, wait until the boy comes out of the basement,"

"You sure he's gonna come out?"

"Why not? Then the people who would be willing to stay in the basement forever?"

All those people fell silent again. Without saying much more, they immediately left while carrying the body of the Old Stick that was getting colder.

In just a blink of an eye, the nine human shadows were already out of sight.

Where did they go? No one knows it.

Inside the underground room, the Nameless Swordsman had already walked for quite some time. The young man had walked to and fro, but until now he had not found anything he was looking for.

Where's the heirloom he's looking for? Is that treasure really in this place?

Cakra Buana stopped his steps. The pair of sharp eyes were fixed on a box measuring about half a meter. The box is very old. The color of the wood has changed completely. A spider's nest enveloped the box.

What box is this?

Cakra Buana then approached the object. It turned out that the box was locked by a lock. For others, destroying a keyless padlock may be very difficult. But not for the Nameless Swordsman.

The Dragon and Tiger Sword he immediately pulled out of the scabbard.

Kingg!!!

Red light filled the room. Rays like a reanglala look very beautiful.

The branch!!!

A loud crash sounded. As soon as the dust and sparks had disappeared, it appeared that the lock padlock had been turned into two parts.

Without lingering, Cakra Buana immediately opened the padlock slowly.

As soon as he opened it, the pair of young man's eyes immediately widened in shock. His eyes seemed to be coming off. His breath was so miserable that he could not believe it.

It turned out that the contents of the weathered box was an object. The thing he had been craving, the thing he had always dreamed of having.

Thousand Year Ginseng!!!

The thing inside the box is indeed the heirloom. Cakra Buana's right hand immediately grabbed the ginseng, when his hand managed to grab it, his entire body trembled violently.

The heirloom object was like carrying a power of its own so as to make the body of the Nameless Swordsman tremble.

After strengthening his resolve, he finally managed to touch the Thousand Year Ginseng. Cakra Buana slowly raised the object. The dazzling yellow light made his pair of eyes unable to be literate.

The light came from the heirloom ginseng.

Is a carrier an heirloom like this?

Finally he put the heirloom behind his pocket. The weathered wooden box he returned to where he was. He himself went straight from that place.

He wanted to find another heirloom. Cakra Buana knows that the item that became the struggle for the martial arts, in addition to the Thousand Year Ginseng, there is still one other object.

The thing in question is an heirloom book. But what book is that?