Chapter 45: The Broken Sword
Ding Ning walked across the rope bridge swaying in the wind towards the three huts hidden in the cracks of the mountain.
Before killing Song Shenshu, he had once said to Changsun Shaxue, "There is no difference under the fourth realm."
However, even if he could really cross the border to defeat his opponent, I'm afraid he would have to pay a small price.
Today is sunny, looking in the direction of Changling, the sky is indescribably transparent.
On the way to look back at Changling, the whole city seems to be calm and no strife, but in such a seemingly calm, countless hooks, not see the blood of the killing, but the same as this heaven and earth, the same yuan qi, is incomparably messy lines entangled together.
As long as you enter such a bureau, even the smallest pawn can not be spared, will certainly be rolled as countless nets, absolutely impossible to get away.
This is the reason why in the beginning, in his plan, he had to reach the third realm of the true essence realm before he started to show some traits, and only then managed to enter the sect that was qualified to participate in the Minshan Sword Sect's grand examination.
Even though he cultivated the strongest "Nine Death Silkworm" in the world, he was still too weak to be exposed to sunlight, just like the young silkworms under the mulberry leaves in the Silkworm chapter.
In his plan, he needed more patience.
However, Changsun Shaxue was right, after killing Song Shenshu and getting so much information from Song Shenshu's mouth, his heart was uneasy.
Since he had already taken the first step, he had no choice, so he couldn't think about the dangers and difficulties.
He could then only manage what was in front of him.
He clenched his fists in silence and then loosened them, allowing his mood to become absolutely calm once again as he walked across the rope bridge and then pushed open the wooden door of the grass hut on the far left, sitting on that particular futon.
He closed his eyes as a trace of long-lost aura slowly seeped into his body through the futon beneath him.
He went straight into Internal Observation at a speed that was difficult for ordinary cultivators to comprehend.
The five qi in his body slowly flowed into the Qi Sea under the drive of his thoughts.
Deep below the Qi Sea, there was a crystalline space that looked like a palace made of jade at the bottom of the sea.
This was what cultivators called the Jade Palace.
As long as one was able to sink the five qi into the Jade Palace, one would have reached the Tongxuan Middle Grade cultivation level.
For Ding Ning, as long as he was willing, he could even still manage to sink his five qi into the Jade Palace in half a day, breaking through to the middle grade realm of this first realm.
Because his Jade Palace already existed, there was no need to re-perceive it, all he had to do was follow the flow route of the five qi of the "Zhan San Corpse Selfless Lifetime Elemental Nerve", and slowly allow the five qi that had been transformed by this gong method to slowly seep into his own sea of qi and his Jade Palace, allowing his sea of qi and Jade Palace to undergo a certain degree of transformation along with it.
It would be too shocking if it was just too fast, so when he was talking to Nangong Cai Beans, he had already decided that he would take one month to break through from the First Realm to the Second Realm.
He took a deep breath.
The interior of his body, which had been particularly calm, suddenly changed, as if countless tiny young silkworms had suddenly appeared in his body and began to gulp down the spiritual qi that had seeped into his body.
In just an instant, it was as if his body had turned into incomparably dry land.
He carefully controlled it.
Not letting that sound of ten thousand silkworms devouring and biting come out of his body, under his control, a small portion of the aura was not devoured by these young silkworms, slowly integrating into the five qi in his body.
......
Li Daoji's figure appeared at the door of this grass hut.
He stood solemnly and coldly, allowing his senses to pass through the thin door panel and fall around Ding Ning.
Ding Ning had already deliberately and infinitely slowed down his cultivation advancement, yet even so, the occasional vibrations of his five qi as they settled in the sea of qi had already caused Li Daoji's brows to quiver slightly at this moment.
When he thought of the sword intent displayed by that ridiculous tree branch earlier, more strange flames of light surfaced in his eyes.
He turned and moved his steps towards the mountain gate of the White Sheep Cave.
Outside the mountain gate of the White Goat Cave, a carriage had already stopped, a carriage that could run very fast.
Li Daoji's sword was very long, and as he entered the carriage, he lifted the sword in his hand before crossing it in front of him.
The hilt of the sword emitted a faint red light in front of him as he leaned against the soft cushions in the carriage, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.
The carriage sped along the road, but it was heading towards a place Ding Ning was very familiar with - the fish market in the eastern part of the city.
The carriage eventually stopped at one of the entrances to the fish market.
Li Daoji got off the carriage in silence and slowly walked into the fish market.
Although the weather was sunny, most of the deeper parts of the fish market were still dark and damp under the cover of the overlapping shed roofs, and the starry lanterns burned like ghostly fires.
Li Daoji was very unfamiliar with the roads of the fish market, after walking slowly for half an hour in the dark and humid streets and alleys, and even after asking several shopkeepers, he finally entered the bottom of the fish market and walked into a hammock without any signboards, and without any lights inside.
Li Daoji's eyes had already thoroughly adapted to this darkness, so after walking into this hammock and seeing the cloaked-haired man sitting on a couch inside, he knew that he hadn't ended up looking in the wrong place, and that this man was still alive and well in the fish market.
"I want to buy a sword."
Li Daoji looked at the cloaked man's eyes that glowed in the darkness and said, "I remember that you have a broken sword here."
The cloaked man gave Li Daoji a sullen and cold look and said indifferently, "Your luck is good, this sword is still here."
After saying these words, this cloaked man's body slowly moved back.
The lower half of this cloaked man's body was covered with a blanket, and it wasn't until such a time that those who entered this hammock would see that he was legless.
His legs were broken at the knee.
It was just that Li Daoji seemed to know this already, so his gaze did not have any lingering on this cloaked man's legs, but only landed underneath the blanket that had been removed.
Underneath the blanket was a very large black iron sword case.
The cloaked man opened the sword box, rummaged around inside for a few times, and took out a dark green broken sword, which he threw directly at Li Daoji.
Li Daoji reached out and caught the broken sword steadily.
This was a two-foot long real broken sword, the sword body was only two fingers wide, the front tip of the sword was completely cut off by a terrifying force, and even the remaining two-foot long sword body was covered with dozens of long and thin cracks.
It was just that the material of this sword was somewhat special, the dark green body of the sword, although it was also some kind of metal, had natural filaments just like certain crystals and wood, so all the cracks were not horizontal, they were all along the body of the sword, extending towards the hilt.
Li Daoji nodded, seeing that the cloaked man had some strips of cloth used for tying things on the case in front of him, he casually pulled several of them, wrapped the broken sword and tied it to his back, and then took out a money pouch and threw it to the cloaked man.
The cloaked man closed the sword case and looked at Li Daoji who turned around and walked out, a weird cold smile suddenly appeared on his face, ''Your luck is good, this broken sword has never been looked at by anyone, but I am a bit puzzled as to what it is that made you actually remember this broken sword that is of no use to you. Is it worth losing your life for such a broken sword?"
Li Daoji didn't say anything, he just walked out of the hammock in silence and walked towards the direction where his carriage was parked.
A man wearing a crimson cotton robe appeared behind him at an unknown time.
This man looked about the same age as Li Daoji, with a narrow sword scar on the left side of his face. Behind him, there was an exceptionally wide and thick sword, with a black scabbard that was three times as wide as an ordinary long sword, and a simple bronze-colored hilt that was at least two or three times bigger than a normal sword hilt.
This man had been following Li Daoji, and Li Daoji had always maintained a distance of several feet, and at such a distance constantly following, it was impossible for Li Daoji not to notice.
However, neither Li Daoji nor this man had any special indication, and it was only when Li Daoji walked out of the fish market that the two stopped almost coincidentally.
"I told you a long time ago, as long as you dare to go out of the White Sheep Cave, I will definitely kill you." The man wearing a crimson cotton robe said incomparably coldly as he stood at the entrance of the fish market, looking at Li Daoji who slowly turned around by the carriage.
Li Daoji glanced at the man and remained silent, only his right hand fell onto the hilt of the sword that faintly emitted red light.
The corner of the red-robed man's lips curled up slightly, a teasing expression appearing on his face.
The fish market had its own rules, even he did not dare to disregard the rules, however, now that he had already left the fish market, he did not need to have any more scruples.
So in the moment when the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he had already struck.
His body didn't make any obvious movements at all, he didn't even bother to pull out the wide, thick, huge sword on his back, yet half of his body instantly erupted with a terrifying aura, and a surge of true essence gathered the astonishing heaven and earth yuan qi, pouring into his right arm's sleeve like a shocking wave.
A mournful whistling sound suddenly resounded in the calm air.
A thin silver-white small sword flew out of his sleeve with incomparably hideous killing intent, bringing out countless white eddies.
Originally, there were already quite a few people around here who had discovered the red-robed man and Li Daoji's abnormality, and some of them even excitedly moved closer, however, when they heard such a whistling sound at this moment, these people instantly retreated backward in horror.
Because this was a flying sword!
Only cultivators who had reached the fifth realm of the Divine Numinous Realm could successfully cultivate flying swords.
The large amount of Nian energy, true essence, and heaven and earth energy that gathered on the flying sword naturally brought a terrifying destructive power along with the terrifying speed to the seemingly thin and light little sword.
In a battle between cultivators of this level, a single uncontrolled flying sword could potentially instantly pierce through more than ten courtyard walls, and anyone unfortunate enough to be chopped into, even if they didn't die, would have at least had something sliced off their body.
Li Daoji's pupils contracted violently, the depths of his pupils were filled with this silver-white sword and the airflow behind it, yet his face remained calm.
Facing the flying sword flying towards his forehead, his right hand swung out at an amazing speed, with a clanging sound, the red hilt was connected to the slender pure black sword body, which looked unusually strong in terms of color impact, and the moment the sword body and the scabbard were detached, it turned into a shocking light, accurately chopping towards the silver-white flying sword.
