Chapter 25: Old Master Ning’s Identity

With the Heavenly Master nearby, along with the Fangshi who had already arrived and those who would continue to arrive, Ning Xuan naturally wouldn’t summon the [Incense-Stealing Mouse] at this time and let himself exude a demonic aura.

However, he still had some extra gains.

That was the use of “jin”.

Since comprehending the Swallow’s Cry Power, he hadn’t really had a chance to use it to his heart’s content.

But this time, when facing the ten-zhang Bodhisattva body stolen by the Incense-Stealing Mouse, he used this power with almost every slash, using it on the brink of life and death. Especially in the later stages when he shattered the Bodhisattva’s body, he was like a mad demon.

The nightmare was both a refinement of the record and a practice of martial arts.

Who could experience life and death over and over again like him?

This gave him a deeper understanding of “jin”.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, the mountain shadows were dark and towering, and the howls of wild beasts in the deep mountains could be heard from time to in the distance.

The leaping bonfire stretched the tree shadows and his figure long, very long.

He closed his eyes and sorted out these comprehensions.

About half an hour later, he suddenly stood up, and the Beast-Slaying Saber was instantly unsheathed.

Weng~~

The saber cut through the air.

Ning Xuan shook his head in dissatisfaction.

What he had comprehended was very simple.

It was the fusion of “moves” and “jin”.

“Moves” were used through body shape, actions, and superficial strength, while “jin” was used through the squirming of deep flesh and blood.

Previously, when he slashed at the Bodhisattva, he first used a “Flying Swallow Crushing the Mountain Peak,” and then his bones and muscles would cry out again. Without moving the saber, he would use the slash of the “Swallow’s Cry Power.”

This was equivalent to him clearly only delivering one slash, but as long as it landed, the subsequent power would surge towards the enemy wave after wave like a raging sea.

This was the “continuity” of “moves” and “jin”.

But if the “continuity” was removed, and the “moves” and “jin” reached the target at the same time, that would be “fusion.”

At that time, the two forces would erupt at the same time without any order, promoting each other.

At that time, he would not have delivered two slashes in a row, but would have delivered one slash with the combined power of two of himself.

The “Swallow’s Cry Power” pushed the “Flying Swallow Crushing the Mountain Peak,” and the “Flying Swallow Crushing the Mountain Peak” also enhanced the “Swallow’s Cry Power.”

Ning Xuan kept adjusting. After trying for another half an hour, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and delivered a slash.

A sharp and extremely piercing hum suddenly sounded in the air.

Ning Xuan saw the muscles of his right arm “thump” and bulge.

The slash he delivered froze in mid-air.

And in an instant, many figures from the surroundings cast their gazes over. Those figures looked at Ning Xuan’s actions in astonishment, only then realizing that the sound just now was just from him slashing the air.

But what kind of level was needed to produce such a sharp and piercing hum?

Ning Xuan scanned his arm and felt a slight soreness in his muscles.

He returned the saber to its sheath and then relaxed his five fingers.

He roughly understood the level of this slash.

This slash should be the limit that a “Constitution 3” could withstand, but the power it erupted with had far exceeded “Constitution 3.”

If he had been able to comprehend this slash when he was fighting the Bodhisattva, then even if he was not the Bodhisattva’s opponent, he would not have let the opponent retreat unscathed after fighting with all his might.

This slash could at least leave a deep gash on the Bodhisattva’s hand.

‘Let’s call this move Swallow’s Union.’

Ning Xuan gave the move a name to mark a certain node in his martial arts practice, and then plunged the Beast-Slaying Saber next to the bonfire.

This was the return point of the previous “nightmare.”

At this time, it was just a simple bonfire side.

Ning Xuan felt a sense of relief. He stretched his body and lay down in a comfortable position.

In the tent…

Chou Nu’s sleep was not very good.

And after hearing the sound of Ning Xuan’s saber, his sleepiness completely disappeared.

It wasn’t because the sound of the saber was too loud and woke him up, and then he couldn’t fall asleep. Although the Heavenly Master’s constitution was not as good as an ordinary person’s, and sleep was an important part of recovery, he usually paid great attention to recuperation, so he wouldn’t be so flustered that he couldn’t fall asleep because of a small accident.

He was not shocked by the strength of the saber wind…

No, to be precise, compared to the strong saber wind, he began to worry about the meaning behind the saber wind.

Because, the moment he heard the saber wind, he already knew that Ning Xuan had definitely passed.

His own younger brother was truly a martial arts prodigy.

If he had been infected with a demonic plague, it would have been one thing, but there was not a trace of demonic aura on him.

This was extremely rare.

At least, he had never seen it.

And whether Ning Xuan passed or not would completely change Ning Taiyi’s subsequent arrangements, and would also change his actions in Manfeng Mountain this time.

Originally, he had to wait and see.

But now, that one saber wind had already let him see.

Chou Nu simply didn’t sleep anymore. He sat up directly, and a trace of determination gradually flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, actually put on his robes, and walked outside. When he saw the comfortably lying Ning Xuan, he said, “Qingfeng, let’s go up the mountain now.”

Thump, thump, thump…

Thump, thump, thump…

The sky was not yet bright.

The main gate of the Ning residence in Star River County was about to be broken down.

A servant rubbed his sleepy eyes, cursing in his heart. He came to the door, and before he could ask, he had already seen the flickering firelight outside the crack in the door.

The firelight illuminated the ferocious black-lacquered armor. Under the helmet, a pair of bloodshot eyes were staring at him.

The servant’s heart tightened, and he was so scared that he sat down on his buttocks and retreated repeatedly.

“Open the door.”

The voice from outside the door was cold-blooded.

The servant’s heart trembled, his mind buzzed, and his face turned pale.

Another voice came from outside the door.

“Open the door quickly.”

The servant was dazed.

But from behind, a sharp-eyed guard saw and heard all this, and hurriedly turned and ran into the inner room to call the master.

The servant recovered a little, then got up and hurriedly went forward to open the door.

Outside the door, it was a dark mass. Dozens of men in black heavy armor were blocking the door. The terrifying aura made the servant unable to even ask “who are you,” the words stuck in his throat.

Fortunately, Old Master Ning came in time.

Old Master Ning came in a hurry, glanced at the dozens of ferocious black-armored soldiers, then cast his gaze to a carriage behind, and then nodded slightly.

The black-armored soldiers also stopped talking and directly parted a path.

Old Master Ning walked over with a tacit understanding and then got into the carriage.

In the carriage…

On the side sat a young man who looked like a scholar, his eyes deep.

In the main seat was a round-faced man in brocade clothes. There were smile lines on his face, but at this time, he appeared cold. It was clear that Old Master Ning was not worthy of his smile, or that Old Master Ning had done something that made him very unhappy.

Ning Taiyi, on the other hand, bowed and said with a smile, “Steward Zhao, what wind has blown you here?”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the young man and revealed the other party’s identity with a smile, “Zhuangyuan Lang.”

The man in brocade clothes, who was called Steward Zhao, was the steward of General Qin’s residence. He glanced at Ning Taiyi and said word by word, “This is not Zhuangyuan Lang anymore. He will take your place next month.”

Ning Taiyi smiled and said, “Isn’t that next month? It’s only the beginning of the month.”

Steward Zhao said, “I know you have been operating in this place for nearly thirty years, and you are unwilling to let your family fall, but isn’t the future already decided? Why do you still have to touch Manfeng Mountain?

A miserable life is better than a good death. Your descendants may be mediocre, but they can have a wealthy life. What are you not satisfied with?”

Ning Taiyi said, “There is something strange in Manfeng Mountain. I sent people to take a look.”

Steward Zhao completely ignored his explanation, and his voice gradually became stern, “What’s there to see? That Manfeng Mountain is a manifestation of your incompetence. The dragon qi of that Manfeng Mountain is also left for your successor.

When the number of missing people is completely exposed, the people will inevitably be restless. This is precisely the opportunity for your successor to regain the hearts of the people. You want to snatch it now?! What’s the use of you snatching it?”

As he spoke, his eyes rolled, and he said, “Or do you think you have some opportunity and want to cause trouble?”

Ning Taiyi smiled and said, “Steward has misunderstood.”

Steward Zhao said, “Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, withdraw your Heavenly Master.”

Ning Taiyi said repeatedly, “Good, I will call Chou Nu.”

Steward Zhao’s expression softened slightly.

Ning Taiyi sat upright, and a golden light suddenly floated around his body, making him look extremely majestic.

He shouted majestically, “Chou Nu, come and see me.”

The five words sank into the ground and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Steward Zhao watched seriously. Seeing that he was not playing any tricks, his expression softened a lot.

However…

An incense stick’s time passed.

Half an hour passed.

The Chou Nu who could travel through the earth still did not appear.

Ning Taiyi roared again in a rage, “Chou Nu, come and see me.”

The five words sank into the ground again.

An hour passed…

Chou Nu still did not appear.

Ning Taiyi was furious and said, “He’s rebelling, he’s rebelling!!”

Steward Zhao said, “Stop pretending. He has already entered the demonic area. Only by entering that area can the dragon qi not be transmitted. Ning Taiyi, what on earth are you up to?”

Ning Taiyi said, “I’m really just taking a look.”

Steward Zhao said, “I hope so.”

Ning Taiyi glanced at the scholar next to him and said, “Why is Zhuangyuan Lang so impatient? With just a little disturbance, you went to the General’s residence and brought such a formation over.”

The scholar did not answer, but just said lightly, “Chou Nu has not arrived yet. I think we still need to wait. Prefect Ning, let’s play a game of chess.”

Any commoner knew that the prefect of Wangyue Prefecture was not named Ning.

But the scholar had called him Prefect Ning.

And Ning Taiyi did not deny it.

He just smiled and said, “I’ll accompany you.”