Sword Dynasty
Volume 2
Chapter 37: Flying Swords in the Fish Market
Ding Ning continued walking forward calmly. He had arrived
at the Ghost Worry Pier he had previously mentioned to Shen Yi.
Ding Ning continued walking forward calmly. He had arrived
at the Ghost Worry Pier he had previously mentioned to Shen Yi.
Ding Ning and Shen Yi walked side by side.
In front of them there were many huts lined up. This was the
Fish Market.
“Actually, you won’t see much while wandering around the
Fish Market now.” Ding Ning turned to Shen Yi and said matter-of-factly, “There
aren’t many underground businesses open during the New Year.”
For the common people of Changling, the most important thing
they did during the New Year was to visit their friends and relatives. Most
importantly, they had to visit their elders and wish them good luck.
However, for the nobles and important figures in Changling,
the arrival of the new year marked a new chapter in history and held a much
deeper meaning.
The woman appeared very quiet. Although she was dressed in
red, she didn't attract any attention as she stood in the alley.
However, in the perception of Zhangsun Qianxue who was in
the wine shop, and also in Ding Ning's eyes, there seemed to be a black bamboo
stalk swaying around her.
“Resolve my worries?”
Prince Li Ling stared at Su Qin, his murderous intent
burning even more intensely.
At this moment, Su Qin was covered in the stench of horse
dung, his hands extremely rough, looking no different from any other ordinary
servant. Although his left hand was no longer bleeding and the wound had dried,
the flesh on his fingers and his entire arm were crooked and covered in scars,
looking extremely hideous.
Slowly, the red sun rose.
In an official residence that did not have much furnishings,
which could be described as unpresentable, a middle-aged official with a beautiful
beard, wearing a blue official robe, was looking at the fiery red sun.
A new record in the world of cultivators meant leaving a
deep mark in the annals of history.
However, a new record also often represented new storms.
A black lacquered gate in the courtyard opened from the
inside. Wang Taixu, wearing a white fox fur robe, walked out and boarded the
carriage waiting at the entrance.
In the hall behind this gate were dozens of prominent
figures from Changling's street and underworld gangs. They stared at his
retreating back in silence for a long time.
“Dugu Bai?”
Gu Xichun’s already pale face became even paler, his pupils
constricting sharply like a deep, dark well.
He was the disciple recognized by the Shadow Mountain Sword
Cave as having the fastest cultivation progress in the past few decades. He had
achieved Profound Understanding in a month of cultivation, Energy Refinement in
three months, and had now reached Vital Energy Realm first-class.
The “too fast” Xue Wangxu said had two very different
meanings for these two people from Guanzhong…
“Too fast!”
“Looks like there’s going to be trouble.”
Xue Wangxu watched the young man and laughed. “He’s from
Guanzhong.”
Hearing Xue Wangxu’s words, Zhang Yi, whose face was still
streaked with tears, could not help but turn his head. He stared at the young
man walking quickly toward them and paused for a moment, then asked in
confusion, “Sect Master, how do you know he’s from Guanzhong?”
The wind and snow raged. This blizzard had been falling in Changling
for days.
Many cultivators in Changling believed that this prolonged
snowfall was related to the primal energies of the universe that Xue Wangxu and
Liang Lian had stirred up during their battle.
A cultivator dressed in purple robes floated down into the
winter forest by the river.
This cultivator was very young, with sword-like eyebrows and
star-like eyes, and handsome facial features. Furthermore, unlike ordinary
handsome young men, he possessed a unique divine light.
Nangong Shang's usually proud eyes were now filled with intense
fear. With a cry of terror, he instinctively struck out with his sword,
unleashing all the vital energy within his body.
The sword in the hands of this stunningly beautiful woman
took on a perfect shape and revealed its true form.
Seeing Ding Ning remain silent and stand by his side,
holding an umbrella to shield him from the wind and snow, Xue Wangxu smiled,
feeling comforted.
He then coughed lightly and looked at Liang Lian, whose feet
were covered in blood, his hands covered in blood, and his chest covered in
blood. He said softly, with a hint of pride in his voice, “In terms of age and
strength, I am clearly inferior to you. But I am stronger than you in my
understanding of the sword manual. Therefore, in the end, I won.”
Facing the giant snow sword slashing down from the air at
astonishing speed, Liang Lian remained motionless. However, a wave of
astonishingly cold killing intent slowly radiated from his body. All the snow
gathered around him moved away as if in fear.
Early in the morning, at the same time as usual, Ding Ning opened
the door of the wine shop and came out carrying his usual coarse porcelain
bowl. But after taking a step, he seemed to remember something and returned to
the shop to get another large bowl. Then he headed to the noodle shop where he
usually had breakfast.
“Are you sure you’re really fine?” At the entrance of Falling
Parasol Alley, Ding Ning glanced at Xue Wangxu suspiciously and asked.
“Of course, I’m fine. You come home every day after
cultivating in the White Goat Cave. You’ve been gone for a long time. Why
aren’t you coming in now even though you’re already at the door? Besides, even
if you want to accompany me, you should give me some private time,” Xue Wangxu
said gently and warmly.
“You don’t like women?” Ding Ning eyed Xue Wangxu suspiciously
in the carriage cabin. “Or is there something wrong with your health?”
“What do you children know!” Seeing Ding Ning still
continuing to discuss this matter with him, Xue Wangxu was a little annoyed.
There were no words that could describe Xue Wangxu's simple sword
strike.
With a single sword strike, he extinguished countless
seven-colored sword lights.
Everyone could understand Feng Qianzhuo's current emotions.
At this moment, a calm voice sounded from behind Xue Wangxu.
“Where’s the Appearance Enhancing Pearl?”
Ding Ning truly possessed extraordinary combat experience, daring
to single-handedly kill Song Shenshu right after reaching the Energy Refinement
Realm. Even when Feng Qinghan's gaze turned slightly strange and before the
purple-gold seal appeared in his hand, Ding Ning had already sensed the danger.
Xue Wangxu could not help but shake his head. Everything had
developed exactly as Ding Ning had predicted. As expected, he was the one
following Ding Ning.
Sometimes, he truly could not understand how Ding Ning
possessed such meticulous observation and judgment, seemingly able to penetrate
the human heart. Besides innate talent, this kind of ability largely came from
life experience.
Xue Wangxu saw Feng Qianzhuo shake his head. He replied with
a cold and arrogant smile. He thought to himself, “Some matters are not
something a cultivator like you, who is content to live in seclusion and simply
wants to enjoy the rest of your life, can understand.”
Feng Qianzhuo's eyebrows slowly raised.
The nobles and important figures of Zhushan District arrived one after another in
front of the Fire Virtue Hall and took their seats on either side of the table,
filled with incense and offerings. However, the first row on both sides
remained empty.
Just as in previous years, these seats were reserved for Old
Master Feng and his children. For most residents of Zhushan District, their
land would only prosper if the Feng Family prospered.
The second day was the main day of the temple festival. From
dawn, people were selling fried cakes along the streets.
The Zheng people's diet and lifestyle were very different
from those of the Qin people. The Qin people mostly preferred wheat-based foods
that could be processed into noodles, but the Zheng people preferred foods made
from glutinous rice.
“So arrogant!”
Xue Wangxu's shout sounded half amused and half reproachful.
“But also quite bold.” Then he added, with emotion. “I
remember That Person once said something like this.”
As the days passed, the winter chill grew stronger. Once
entering Ba Commandery, the scenery along the way was completely different from
Changling. From the low, terraced hills, plowed fields stretched as far as the
eye could see. There are small towns with their small markets everywhere, but
it is rare to see a large, established city. The lofty, steep peaks of the Ba
Mountains stood side by side like giants supporting the sky, but even today,
they were almost uninhabited.
Zhushan District in Ba Commandery was a very special place.
It even had another name: City of the Zheng People.
In the past, when the Qin Dynasty fought against the Han,
Zhao, and Wei Dynasties, the first country it conquered was the then-small
country, the Country of Zheng.
After the snowfall, Changling became bone-chillingly cold.
Although the sky stopped snowing, the layers of snow that had accumulated in
the shadows and on the roofs did not melt easily. Eventually, the snow hardened
into a layer of ice mixed with dust.
There were few people moving around the Bureau of Divinity,
and the blanket of snow on many of the paths had not melted. Footprints of varying
depths were etched into the light gray ice, the presence of those who left
these footprints undetectable, adding to the eerie atmosphere surrounding the
Bureau of Divinity.
It was already snowing in Changling, while the rest of
Guanzhong was just beginning to show signs of snowfall.
It was early morning in Guanzhong, on Qishan District.
In a vast field, a young man was practicing his sword. His
sword was purple like Su Qin's, but the seal inscriptions on its surface were
gold.
A loud explosion rang out.
Sword Dynasty Volume 2 Chapter 37: Flying Swords in the Fish Market Ding Ning continued walking forward calmly. He had arrived at the ...