Chapter 134: The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss, One Must Not Offend Too Much!

Chapter 134: The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss, One Must Not Offend Too Much!

East Courtyard.

Clang!

Jiang Ning drew his blade from its sheath, and a light ringing sound instantly echoed from the long sword in his hand, a pleasant sound like the dragon's roar in his ears.

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

Then he went to the side, wet the blade with water, 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 should be the traces left by time on the blade."

"I hope these marks won't affect this spirit weapon too much."

Jiang Ning thought to himself.

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

In an instant, he felt an extremely subtle sensation, and blood immediately 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 such a long period of erosion, the blade would have lost its original sharpness.

But at this moment, after personally experiencing the blade's sharpness, he realized he had underestimated the spirit weapon.

Even if this blade might not be as sharp as it once was, it was still a divine and powerful weapon.

"It's indeed a legendary spirit weapon!" Jiang Ning muttered to himself.

Then he suspended his fingers above the blade, and the bright red blood on his fingertips gathered into a blood pearl, which slowly dripped onto the blade.

The next moment, two bright red blood pearls slid down the blade.

As they slid down, the blood pearls rapidly shrank from the size of a soybean to the size of a grain of rice, 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 trace of blood left behind.

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

The spirit weapon seemed to have become a part of him.

"This blade indeed possesses spirituality."

Then he closed his eyes.

As he connected with the spirit weapon, he also received some information through this spiritual connection.

Information about the blade.

After a moment, Jiang Ning opened his eyes and frowned at the blade in his hand.

How long had this blade existed?

According to the information transmitted from the spirit weapon, after the blood bonding and establishing a spiritual connection, one should be able to receive the recorded information about the blade.

Just as a test of the blade's spirituality, it should be able to receive the recorded information about the blade.

But now, the information recorded in the spirit weapon was intermittent.

All he knew was that this was a spirit weapon, one that once possessed top-tier spirituality.

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

Based on the feedback from this spiritual connection, he also understood that to truly master this blade and restore its former glory, a blood infusion was required to nurture the blade's spirituality.

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

This new spirituality was born because of a certain quality within him, which formed a spiritual call with the blade and was willing to recognize him as its master.

To continuously strengthen this new spirituality and restore it to its peak state, it required the blood sacrifice of the spirit weapon's master, which meant his blood sacrifice was necessary.

Then, Jiang Ning placed his fingers on the blade, and instantly felt his fingertips being sucked by the blade, as if it was absorbing his blood.

After a few breaths, he felt a sense of satisfaction through the spiritual connection.

Jiang Ning knew that it had had enough.

"Not bad, it doesn't require much," Jiang Ning nodded slightly as he felt the loss of his blood.

In the time of a few breaths, the blade had consumed less than ten drops of his blood.

After completing the blood infusion process, Jiang Ning pressed his fingers together to let the blood clot and the wound began to heal.

A moment later, in the courtyard, Jiang Ning held a blade in each hand. The one in his left hand was the black wood long sword given to him by Wang Jin, known for its mirror-like shine and claimed to be forged from thousand-refined steel, worth a hundred silver taels.

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

The blade in his right hand was the spirit weapon he had obtained that day, originating from ancient times and now possessing a faint, newly born spirituality.

The blade was dull and stained with grayish-white marks.

The reason for this was simple; he wanted to test the sharpness and resilience of this divine weapon.

The next moment, he exerted force with both hands.

The two blades clashed against each other.

A loud clanging sound of metal filled the air.

The long ebony blade in his left hand instantly snapped in half, the tip flying off and deeply embedding itself into the soil.

"Impressive!"

Witnessing this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but widen his eyes.

It was night.

Inside the Armory.

"Brother Qiu, you're back!" Yang Kai furrowed his brows and greeted the man before him, who was reeking of alcohol.

This man was the newly appointed manager of the Armory, now the actual manager of the shop.

As for the previous manager, the founder of the Armory, due to his advanced age, had long retired to the background, living out his days in a manor outside the city.

So, in the Armory, there were now two managers.

The man before him, Mr. Qiu, was the actual manager.

And Yang Kai, was merely the deputy manager of the Armory.

Within the Armory, he still had to follow the instructions of Mr. Qiu.

"Hmm!" Mr. Qiu nodded, then asked, "Did anything important happen in the shop today?"

"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded, then continued, "Today, Jiang Ning from Canglang Martial Arts Academy came to the Armory."

"Him?" Mr. Qiu was slightly surprised, then said, "This afternoon, I went to Canglang Martial Arts Academy, attended Master Wang Jin's initiation banquet, and saw that young man."

Upon hearing this, Yang Kai asked, "What do you think of that young fellow? Do you feel he has great potential in the future?"

"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Qiu furrowed his brows at Yang Kai.

Then, his expression turned serious, "And you followed Elder Gong's rule, gifting that young man a valuable divine weapon?"

Yang Kai nodded, "This is the rule set by Elder Gong, the founder of the Armory. I naturally have to follow it!"

"Yang Kai!" Mr. Qiu's eyes narrowed, and his voice became stern, "I am now the manager of this shop, and this rule should have been abolished long ago!"

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

"With money, you can buy health tonics and quickly enhance your strength."

"In this world, only your own strength is the most reliable!"

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

As Mr. Qiu spoke these last words, his tone was stern, and his eyes were filled with a fierce glare.

Yang Kai silently watched him, the atmosphere in the entire room was oppressive, and silence filled the air.

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

After a while, Yang Kai slowly nodded.

"Good!"

"Alright, let's forget about it this time! Don't let it happen again!" Mr. Qiu said with a serious face.

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

Yang Kai replied truthfully, "The spiritual weapon in the armory!"

"Spiritual weapon? What kind of spiritual weapon?" Mr. Qiu was slightly taken aback.

The next moment, he seemed to have realized something.

Then he said, "That spiritual weapon?"

"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded.

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

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the words spoken by Yang Kai.

Jiang Ning drew his blade from its sheath.

Upon hearing this news, the man named Qiu's breathing became increasingly rapid.

Then, he said angrily, "Since you saw him draw the blade from its sheath, why do you still want to give this blade to him?"

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

"It's worth a thousand gold and more, a treasure worth a city!"

"You actually gave that Spirit Weapon to that young lad."

Yang Kai said, "After he drew the blade from its sheath, I tried it myself. No matter how hard I pulled, the blade and the sheath remained as one, I couldn't budge it at all, just like before."

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

"Since it's like this, it's better to give it to Jiang Ning, making use of a useless item, and it will also make him owe us a favor."

"I see great potential in his future. If he becomes a top-tier powerhouse in the future, the value of this favor will also be comparable to a thousand gold."

"Nonsense!" The man named Qiu shouted, "A top-tier powerhouse, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist! What makes him think he can achieve that?"

"It's ridiculous to pin your hopes on him!"

Then, the man named Qiu continued, "The fact that he could draw the blade from its sheath shows that this Spirit Weapon is not useless, but a treasure worth a city. This item must be returned."

Hearing these words, Yang Kai couldn't help but frown, "How can we ask for something back that we've already given away?"

The man named Qiu said, "If I say it's there, it's there!"

Then he continued, "Come with me, let's go and ask that lad to return it."

"This isn't right!" Yang Kai frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The man named Qiu shouted, "This item is worth a city, how can we just give it to that lad for free?"

"Let's go!!!" The man named Qiu glared at Yang Kai.

Seeing this, Yang Kai sighed softly and quickly followed the footsteps of the man named Qiu.

The moon hung at the top of the sky.

【Five Beasts Fist Experience +1】

【Five Beasts Fist Experience +1】

【Five Beasts Fist Experience +1】

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After tempering his skin layer, Jiang Ning continued practicing his fist technique.

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

A powerful fist technique that strengthened one's blood and energy.

"It's about time to sleep!" Jiang Ning stood up after finishing his practice, and he gently exhaled.

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

Gurgling sounds filled the air.

He first took a hearty drink.

Then, he grabbed the bucket and poured the water over his head.

As the cool well water poured down, his body couldn't help but shiver.

"So refreshing!!!"

Immediately, he tossed the bucket back into the ancient well.

After a couple of swings, he pulled up another full bucket of water from the well.

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

This was something he did every night before sleep.

Without a shower, his body was sticky with sweat, and he couldn't sleep comfortably.

Just then.

His eyebrows furrowed.

His gaze turned towards the front courtyard.

Someone was coming! So late, climbing over the wall, the visitor surely had ill intentions.

Jiang Ning's eyebrows knitted together.

Then, he immediately put down the bucket in his hand.

His figure moved, and in one step, he covered a distance of over ten feet.

In a few steps, he reached the tree where the Spirit Weapon, Dragon Fathom, was kept.

He grabbed the Dragon Fathom, and Jiang Ning's confidence surged.

The test in the evening had revealed the sharpness of the Dragon Fathom in his hand.

With a single swing, he could sever the black wood longsword, which was forged from a hundred-forged refined steel, demonstrating the power of the Dragon Fathom.

In battle, wielding such a Spirit Weapon that could easily sever blades would provide a significant advantage.

One couldn't underestimate its sharpness; the only option was to retreat.

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

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

Even if it were his previous self, holding the black wood longsword, facing him now, he could only flee and couldn't confront him directly.

On the other side.

The man named Qiu climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. He scanned the surroundings and couldn't help but smile coldly.

"That lad sure knows how to live, actually living in such a big house."

Behind him, Yang Kai also climbed over the wall.

"Brother Qiu, let's be polite and avoid any conflict with Jiang Ning."

"Such a prodigy, a dragon lying in wait, we must not offend him too much."

(End of Chapter)

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