Chapter 48: An Assassination
Autumn had become deeper and deeper, and the white frost crawling on the withered vines had become thicker and thicker like snow.
In a stone room of the Green Vine Sword Academy, Nangong Cai Beans sat in a coiled position with her head slightly hanging down.
Countless invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi danced around her, and many of them landed on her body, penetrating into her clothes and landing on her skin.
This was something that would happen to anyone who meditated, even if they weren't a cultivator, the ubiquitous Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was always filling up around them.
Yet this night seemed to have some unexpected changes.
Those invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi inexplicably shone with many tiny light stars as it fell into her skin, emitting a glistening luster.
Nangong Cai Beans' entire body was released as if it had turned into jade.
However, she had already fallen into a deep sleep in the midst of her cultivation, and all the true qi in her body was silent and motionless, just like an absolutely quiet pond, so she couldn't see such a picture, and didn't know what kind of changes were happening to her.
It wasn't until the sky began to lighten up, with birds of prey leaping amongst the green vines in the distance, and many white frosts sprinkling down like snow, that she slowly woke up.
In the moment she woke up, she didn't even feel any noticeable changes occurring.
It wasn't until she habitually urged her true qi and moved her qi and blood to make her entire body more awake that she felt that her true qi had become very different from before.
It was as if there were countless water droplets mixed in with the true qi, so much so that all of the true qi became viscous, and all of it turned into some sort of strange liquid.
She froze.
Then she began to get excited, like never before.
She knew what had happened, yet she hadn't expected to actually accomplish this step in her sleep.
She had broken the realm.
In the midst of her sleep, she had entered the third realm, the True Elemental Realm, from the second realm, the Refined Qi Realm.
She excitedly stayed seated for a long time, then she jumped up, and instead of first sensing the difference between true essence and true qi, instead of immediately sensing her brand new realm, she first went to her desk, then ground the ink as fast as she could, yet very seriously lifted up her pen and began to write a letter.
"Father, I have already succeeded in breaking the realm, the speed of cultivation can be ranked third within the students of the Green Vine Sword Academy in this decade... It's cold, pay attention to adding clothes... Also, last time I begged father to look for pills that can enhance my cultivation, I don't know if there are some results, if it's possible can it be tightened up some more.... "
She originally did not like nonsense, wrote here itself is ready to put aside the pen to seal the note, however, thought of Ding Ning's physical condition, thought of Ding Ning does not have so much time in the future, can only focus on the matter at hand, she slightly hesitated, the tip of the pen trembled gently, and then she added a sentence: "Because it is only used to make a deal, not for personal use, so as long as it is the efficacy of the enhancement of cultivation progress is good, even if in the future, even if it has more adverse effects on the body, it will be better for the body. there are more adverse effects on the body, it doesn't matter."
After writing this letter and sealing it carefully, before she started to sense the difference between the True Elemental Realm and the Qi Refining Realm, she couldn't help but glance towards the direction of the White Sheep Cave outside the window and murmured, "So many days have passed, I wonder how your cultivation advancement is in the end...The Sword Sacrifice Trial, but it is getting closer and closer."
For this young girl with a straightforward and chivalrous nature, if the elixir she was asking for was only for trading according to what she had said in her mind, then what she hoped to trade for was only Ding Ning's friendship.
......
Nangong Caiyang's letterhead began to pass along the road.
On another night, Ding Ning walked out from the mountain entrance of the White Sheep Cave and, as usual, entered the carriage waiting at the mountain entrance.
In the dark and beginning to bumpy carriage carriage, Ding Ning's hand once again stroked across the dark green remnant of the sword that normally hung around his waist and now lay across his lap.
Even though half a month had passed since Li Daoji had brought this sword to him, and there was only time left before the Green Vine Sword Academy's Sword Sacrifice Trial that he could count on his fingers, every time he saw this dark-green remnant of a sword, his heart would still ripple with different feelings.
This sword was called "Mordant Flower".
As a matter of fact, the original name of this sword was "Mal Flower", because this sword from the Bashan Sword Field would light up like countless bright* flowers after the true qi or true essence poured into the sword body.
This was originally an extremely beautiful and flavorful sword.
But when the previous owner of this sword was using this sword, every time he made a sword strike, it was filled with absolute severity that had no room for maneuver, every sword was like the last sword he could stab, every sword was like his final destination, every sword flower was like a flower that couldn't see tomorrow.
In the hands of different masters with different temperaments, swords become different swords with different destinies.
It is because the sword owner's temperament is straight, horizontal is horizontal, without any wiggle room, so the sword will eventually become such a broken sword.
The appearance of such a sword at this moment, for Ding Ning, is a reminder of the many debts he owes and the debts he must recover.
The carriage traveled through the darkness of the night, entering the wall-less Changling and driving into the straight streets.
Compared to the mountain roads, however, the ride through the straight streets was much more bumpy.
After a few strange noises rang out from underneath the car, and the carriages had some unusual swaying, the carriage slowly came to a stop, and the middle-aged man who drove the carriage somewhat apologetically explained to Ding Ning in the carriage in a soft voice: "Perhaps the axle wasn't repaired very well last time, coupled with the fact that it was rushed all the way to the car in a bit of a hurry, so there were some problems."
Ding Ning asked a couple of questions about how to find a place to repair the car this late in the evening, and whether there would be any problems with the car in the morning, and then, after looking at the distance to Wutong Falls which was already not very far away, he thanked the White Sheep Cave servant for renting a carriage to send him to Wutong Falls, and then let him repair the car and then walked towards Wutong Falls.
The streets and alleys on the outskirts of the Wutong Fall were all ordinary homes, and these residents who had already worked hard all day had already fallen into a sweet sleep, with the occasional faint lantern light swaying uneasily in the bleak autumn winds.
This kind of situation was very familiar to Ding Ning, and the bleak autumn wind could not cause him any more emotions, but after walking through a dark alleyway, his brows suddenly knitted deeply.
He raised his head and looked towards the roof on the left side in front of him, that strong intuition that unusual cultivators did not have made his spirit instantly concentrate to the extreme.
At this very moment when he raised his head, several slight murmurs suddenly resounded in the dead silent streets and alleys.
More than a dozen crossbow arrows, whose tips were intentionally sharpened to reduce the sound of air-breaking, spilled down from that roof with a mournful killing intent.
Ding Ning's face suddenly chilled, his body quickly crouching low, agilely dodging into the eaves on one side, extremely simply dodging all of the arrows in this round.
Ding ding ding ding... a dense burst of sound, a crossbow arrow that fell short of its target bounced around on the ground like a broken dry thatch.
A disorganized sound of footsteps followed.
A dozen or twenty silhouettes flashed out from the streets and alleys behind him.
The backs of these dozen or so silhouettes all had a cold light on them, but in their hands, they were all holding several feet of sharpened bamboo poles.
At the same time, more than a dozen figures also emerged from the alleyway in front of him, all carrying the same sharp weapons and holding sharpened bamboo poles in their hands.
Ding Ning's face did not change much.
However, he took a deep breath and gripped the dark green remnants of his sword in his right hand.
He didn't know exactly where these people came from, yet these people were obviously very experienced, and it was absolutely impossible to show any mercy.
There was a certain distance from here gathering the Sycamore Drop, it was unlikely that Changsun Shaxue would soon realize that it was him fighting here and could not possibly come in time.
So it was also very likely that this place would be the end of him.
He glanced at the End Flower Remnant Sword that in the darkness even every filigree was abnormally straight extending towards the hilt without the slightest turn or bend, and began to run wildly.
His skinny body instantly stuck to the eaves and turned into a sharply flowing black wind.
The alleyway in front of him, the four or five people at the very front saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the remnant sword in his hand for the first time, these people also didn't seem to think that the object they were going to assassinate even possessed this kind of strength, for a moment their eyes were all a bit intimidated, but in the next moment they were still welcoming the people behind them to give them the space they needed.
Most of the more than ten front-end sharpened Penny's did not directly stab at Ding Ning's body, but instead, they were strewn around Ding Ning's body.
These crisscrossing polys were like the simplest talismanic formations in the heavens and earth, instantly dividing the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.
However, a small portion of these people only felt a lightness in their hands.
The Penny in their hands was instantly severed.
The vast majority of the Penny was still intertwined, but in front of Ding Ning, there was always a straight channel.
His rapidly surging body did not pause at all!
In the darkness, a braided man in his thirties at the forefront suddenly let out a miserable howl.
Ding Ning's body rushed into his arms like a civet cat, and the dark green remnant sword in his hand instantly moved in and out of his abdomen several times.
Scarlet blood spurted onto the ground, and a ghastly white sword light lit up.
An assassin on the side of this man reacted, ignoring the knotted and braided man who was already bound to die, and swept his sword directly forward across the room.
However, with a snorting soft sound, it was as if a patch of overgrown weeds had been generated in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.
The man retreated backward in horror.
In front of him, the sword momentum of this skinny teenager who had made a sudden advance was unexpectedly dense and complicated to the extreme, and he felt that there was no way to stop the spread of the other party's sword momentum, even if the other party's hand was only a two-foot stump of a sword.
It was also at this moment that he suddenly felt a coldness in his wrist.
It was then that he realized that the snorting soft sound just now was from his wrist.
Then his eyes widened in fear to the extreme as he saw his sword-wielding palm detach from his wrist, spilling out a wave of blood.
There was no change of emotion in Ding Ning's eyes.
His body was like a hard squeeze as he crossed over to the side of this wrist-broken man, and the sword image of the dark green remnant of the sword in his hand spread forward like countless stray thatch grasses, sweeping across the abdomens of the two assassins in front of him.
Plop plop... two waves of blood spurted out into the sluggish autumn wind.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
"Such a complicated sword technique...this teenager is using it really well."
Right behind these assassins who were already in shock, in a street and alley, on the steps under a roof, sat a masked black-clothed man with a Taoist bun, looking at the blood splatters and dark-green sword shadows that kept fluffing out in the air, he frowned slightly and let out a sincere exclamation of admiration.
