Chapter 134: The Coiled Dragon in the Abyss, One Cannot Afford to Offend!

Chapter 134: The Coiled Dragon in the Abyss, One Cannot Afford to Offend!

East Courtyard.

Clang!

Jiang Ning drew his long sword, and a light ringing sound instantly echoed from the blade, a pleasant sound that seemed to carry the dragon's roar.

He looked down and saw that the blade was dull and covered in scattered grayish-white stains.

Then, he went to the side, wet the blade, and with his index and middle fingers together, he wiped down the blade.

Clink!

As his fingers left the blade, a light ringing sound echoed again.

The grayish-white stains on the blade remained unchanged, not fading in the slightest.

"It's not as simple as it seems. These must be traces left by the years on the blade."

"I hope these marks won't affect the spirit blade too much."

Jiang Ning thought to himself.

Then, he brought his index and middle fingers together again, pressing them against the blade's edge, and lightly drew a line.

In an instant, he felt a slight pain, and blood welled up on the pads of his index and middle fingers.

"What a sharp blade!" Jiang Ning was slightly surprised.

He had thought that after so many years of erosion, the blade's dullness would have diminished its original sharpness.

But at this moment, he personally experienced the blade's sharpness.

He realized that he had underestimated the spirit blade.

Even if this blade wasn't as sharp as it once was, it was still a formidable weapon.

"It's indeed the legendary spirit blade!" Jiang Ning muttered to himself.

Then, he suspended his fingers above the blade, and the crimson blood gathered on his fingertips, dripping onto the blade.

The next moment, two drops of crimson blood slowly slid down the blade.

As they moved downward, the blood drops rapidly shrank from the size of soybeans to the size of rice grains, as if the blade was absorbing his blood.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

On the blade, there was no sign that blood had ever been there.

At this moment, Jiang Ning felt a spiritual connection with the spirit blade in his hand.

The spirit blade in his hand seemed to have become a part of him.

"This blade indeed possesses spirituality."

Then, he closed his eyes again.

As he established a spiritual connection with the blade, he also received some information through this bridge.

Information about the blade.

After a while, Jiang Ning opened his eyes and looked at the blade in his hand.

How long had this blade existed?

According to the information transmitted from the spirit blade, after establishing a spiritual connection through blood bonding, he should have been able to access the recorded information about the blade.

However, the information recorded in the spirit blade was intermittent.

All he knew was that it was a spirit blade, a blade that once possessed top-tier spirituality.

The source of this spirituality was a remnant soul of a true dragon whose spiritual wisdom had been erased.

Based on the feedback from the spiritual bridge, he understood that to truly master this blade and restore its former glory, he needed to perform a blood sacrifice to nurture the blade's spirituality.

According to the feedback from the blade's spirituality, he also realized that the top-tier spirituality once present in the blade had long faded due to the passage of time, and now it had a newly born spirituality.

This new spirituality was formed because of a certain quality within him, which allowed them to connect spiritually and recognize him as its master.

To make this new spirituality grow stronger and return to its former peak, it required the blood sacrifice of the blade's master, which meant his blood was needed for the ritual.

Then, Jiang Ning placed his fingers on the blade, and he felt his blood being absorbed and sucked into the blade.

After a few breaths, he felt a sense of satisfaction from the spiritual bridge.

Jiang Ning understood that it was enough.

"Not bad, it doesn't need much." Jiang Ning nodded slightly, feeling the loss of his blood.

In just a few breaths, the blade had taken no more than ten drops of his blood.

And according to the feedback, one sacrifice could sustain it for many days.

After completing the blood fusion ritual, Jiang Ning pressed his fingers to stop the bleeding, and the wound began to heal.

A while later, in the courtyard.

Jiang Ning held a blade in each hand. The one in his left hand was the ebony longsword given to him by Wang Jin, said to be forged from hundred-fold refined iron, worth a hundred taels of silver.

The blade reflected the setting sun's rays, emitting a dazzling glow.

The blade in his right hand was the spirit blade he obtained today, an ancient spirit blade now possessing a weak, newly born spirituality.

The blade was dull and covered in grayish-white stains.

The reason for this was simple; he wanted to test the blade's sharpness and resilience.

The next moment—

He exerted force with both hands.

The two blades clashed.

Clang!

A loud sound of metal striking metal rang out.

The ebony longsword held in his left hand instantly snapped in half, and the tip of the blade flew off, deeply embedding itself into the soil.

"So powerful!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning's eyes widened slightly.

That night, at the blacksmith shop—

"Elder Qiu, you're back!" Yang Kai furrowed his brows but still greeted the man in front of him, who was reeking of alcohol.

This man was the newly appointed head manager who had taken over the blacksmith shop just last year.

As for the previous head manager, the founder of the blacksmith shop, due to his advanced age, he had long retired to the background and was living in a manor outside the city.

Therefore, the current blacksmith shop only had two managers—the head manager and his deputy.

The burly man with the surname Qiu standing before him was the head manager.

And Yang Kai was merely the deputy manager of the blacksmith shop.

In the blacksmith shop, he still had to follow the orders of the man with the surname Qiu.

"Hmm!" The burly man with the surname Qiu nodded and then asked, "Did anything important happen at the shop today?"

"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded and continued, "Today, Jiang Ning from Canglang Martial Academy came to the blacksmith shop."

"Him?" The man with the surname Qiu was slightly surprised and said, "This afternoon, I went to Canglang Martial Academy and attended the initiation banquet of Wang Jin, that old fellow. I saw him there."

Yang Kai replied, and then asked, "What do you think of this young man? Do you feel that he has great potential in the future?"

"What do you mean by that?" The man with the surname Qiu frowned at Yang Kai.

Then, his expression turned serious, "And you followed Master Gong's rule and gave this young man a valuable divine weapon?"

Yang Kai nodded and said, "This is the rule set by Master Gong when he founded the blacksmith shop. I naturally have to follow it!"

"Yang Kai!" The man with the surname Qiu's gaze became stern, and his voice rose sharply, "I am now the manager of this shop, and I've said that this rule should have been abolished long ago!"

"In this world, relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself!"

"Only with money can one buy precious elixirs and quickly enhance one's strength."

"In this world, only one's own strength is the most reliable!"

"This is the last time I'm saying this!"

When he spoke the last sentence, the man with the surname Qiu's tone was extremely stern, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Yang Kai looked at him silently, and the atmosphere inside the room became extremely oppressive and silent.

Only the sound of the bellows from the backyard could be heard.

After a while, Yang Kai slowly nodded.

"Good!"

"I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again!" The man with the surname Qiu said with a stern face.

Then, he asked, "Did you give that young man the divine weapon from the underground armory this afternoon?"

Yang Kai replied honestly, "The spirit blade kept in the armory!"

"Spirit blade? What spirit blade?" The man with the surname Qiu was slightly dazed.

The next moment, he seemed to remember something.

Then he said, "Is it that spirit blade?"

"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded.

Upon hearing this, the man with the surname Qiu frowned slightly.

"This thing is useless, it's like a useless chicken rib. But why would he want it?"

"Does he have something special, or has he discovered some secret about this spirit blade?"

He muttered to himself and then asked Yang Kai, "Did you notice anything unusual about the spirit blade this afternoon?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Kai slowly nodded.

"Yes!"

"What was unusual?" The man with the surname Qiu asked again.

Yang Kai replied, "He drew the spirit blade."

"What?" The man with the surname Qiu's eyes widened in shock, "What did you say?!"

Seeing the man with the surname Qiu's expression, Yang Kai suddenly felt a sense of unease.

However, since things had come to this point, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Jiang Ning drew the blade."

"Drew the blade? He actually drew the blade?!" The man with the surname Qiu's breathing became rapid.

As the new head manager of the blacksmith shop, he naturally knew everything about this spirit blade.

It was a spirit blade passed down from ancient times, with an extraordinary material that not only withstood the erosion of time but also showed no external changes.

Moreover, it was indestructible, and neither intense fire nor heavy hammer strikes could cause any changes to it.

However, in their eyes, it was extremely useless, like a chicken rib, because no one could draw the blade from its sheath.

A blade that couldn't be used, no matter how extraordinary its material was, was equivalent to just a firewood stick.

He had always believed that with the demise of the immortal deities and the changing times, no one could wield the so-called Spirit Blade.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard Yang Kai utter those words.

Jiang Ning had drawn the blade from its sheath.

Upon learning this news, the big man with the surname Qiu's breathing became more and more rapid.

Then, he said angrily, "Since you saw him draw the blade, why are you still giving this sword to him?"

"Don't you know the value of a usable Spirit Blade?"

"It's worth a thousand gold and more, a treasure of immeasurable value!"

"You actually gave that Spirit Blade to that young punk."

Yang Kai replied, "After he drew the blade, I tried it myself. No matter how hard I tried, the sword and sheath remained as one, and I couldn't budge it at all. It was no different from before."

"This shows that the Spirit Blade has a spirit and only recognizes Jiang Ning. It's useless for us to have it."

"In that case, it's better to give it to Jiang Ning. It's a waste to let it go, and it will also allow him to owe us a favor."

"I believe in his future. If he becomes a top-tier powerhouse, the value of this favor will also be worth a thousand gold."

"Nonsense!" The big man with the surname Qiu exclaimed angrily, "He's only a fourth-stage Martial Artist. What makes him think he can achieve that? It's ridiculous to place your hopes on him!"

Then, the big man with the surname Qiu continued, "The fact that he could draw the blade proves that this Spirit Blade is not useless but a treasure of immense value. We must get it back."

Hearing this, Yang Kai couldn't help but frown, "How can we ask for something back after giving it away?"

The big man with the surname Qiu said, "I will get it back!"

Then he added, "You and I will go together to ask for it back from that kid."

"That's not a good idea," Yang Kai frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The big man with the surname Qiu shouted, "This treasure is worth a city, how can we just give it to that kid for free?"

Yang Kai saw this and sighed softly, quickly following the big man with the surname Qiu.

The moon hung at the end of the branch.

[Five Beasts Fist Experience +1]



[Five Beasts Fist Experience +1]



[Five Beasts Fist Experience +1]



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After tempering his skin membrane, Jiang Ning continued his fist training.

The Five Beasts Fist was the foundation of his martial path.

It was a powerful fist technique that strengthened Qi and blood.

"It's about time to sleep!" Jiang Ning clenched his fist and stood up, exhaling a breath of turbid air.

Then he went to the nearby well and drew a bucket of clear, refreshing water.

Gudong, gudong—

He drank heartily.

Then he grabbed the bucket and poured it over his head.

As the cool well water poured down, his body shivered.

"So refreshing!"

Then he threw the bucket into the well.

After a couple of swings, he drew another bucket of water from the well.

He lifted the bucket again and poured the water over his body, washing away the sweat from his training.

This was something he did every night before bed.

If he didn't take a bath, his body would be sticky with sweat, and he wouldn't sleep well.

Just then, his brows furrowed.

He looked towards the front yard.

Someone was coming! Climbing over the wall, the visitor surely had ill intentions.

Jiang Ning frowned.

Then he immediately put down the bucket.

With a swift movement, he crossed a distance of several yards in one step.

In a few steps, he reached the tree where the Spirit Blade Dragon Abyss was kept.

Jiang Ning picked up the Spirit Blade Dragon Abyss, and his confidence surged.

The evening's test had revealed the sharpness of the Spirit Blade Dragon Abyss in his hand.

Being able to cut through the ebony longsword, forged from a hundred refined iron, with a single strike showed the power of the Spirit Blade Dragon Abyss.

In battle, wielding a Spirit Blade that could easily cut through weapons gave him a tremendous advantage.

One must not underestimate its sharpness, and it was best to retreat.

A moment of carelessness could lead to the destruction of both the weapon and its wielder.

So even though his strength hadn't improved at this moment, Jiang Ning knew that when he held the Spirit Blade Dragon Abyss, his actual combat power was as different as heaven and earth compared to before.

Even if it were his previous self, holding the ebony longsword, facing him now, he could only flee and not dare to confront him head-on.

On the other side, the big man with the surname Qiu climbed over the wall and landed in the front yard. He scanned the surroundings and couldn't help but smile coldly.

"That kid knows how to enjoy himself, living in such a big house."

Behind him, Yang Kai also climbed over the wall.

"Elder Qiu, let's be polite. It's best not to cause conflict with Jiang Ning."

"Such a proud talent is like a coiled dragon in the abyss. We must not offend him too much."

(End of Chapter)

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