Chapter 0009 - Asura Sword

After consuming six bowls of strong wine, Qin Wen was unable to continue, his head swollen and aching, he slumped on the grass in a daze, and fell asleep after a short while.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the distant Thunder Ancient City.

He saw his mother, father, and sister, as well as many familiar relatives.

The City Lord's mansion was filled with laughter, beauty, and happiness.

Qin Wen excitedly ran inside and rushed at his close relatives, but they were clearly in front of him, but they did not seem to see him. He shouted and waved his hand in front of each person, but the relatives were indifferent.

In a trance, everyone became quiet and looked up at the sky, expressionless and empty.

It was raining, pattering down on everyone, and it was cold, so cold that it sent shivers down their spines.

Suddenly ...

shattered like a broken mirror, clattering and spilling, everyone disappearing into the cold rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth became dark.

Without the Ancient City and without his loved ones, Qin Wen seemed to be standing in a pale killing field.

Endless living beings were fighting madly, screaming and killing to the heavens, and all kinds of mysterious beasts were roaring in blood and fire.

Heavenly flames that covered the sky and hurricanes that reached the heavens and the earth enveloped this world.

The earth was crumbling, the sky was collapsing, and the world seemed to be coming to an end.

In the middle of the pale heavens and earth, a bright red essence mango cut through the darkness and tore through the heavenly flames, as if it was as red as the blazing sun. The essence aura pierced through the battlefield, permeating the world with murderous power, causing beings to wail and heroes to tremble in fear.

Qin Wen walked through the battlefield in a state of confusion, as if trying to chase after the overpowering and overwhelming essence mantle, but suddenly, the essence mantle stopped and locked onto Qin Wen through the air, as an endless killing aura boiled up in the sky and rolled towards Qin Wen in an all-encompassing manner.

Qin Wen's soul trembled with shock, and he sat up in a huff.

Dream! Nightmare!

Qin Wen was drenched in cold sweat, his wine had almost woken up, and he huffed and puffed and gasped for a while before swallowing his saliva with difficulty.

How could I have such a dream?

It's been years since I've had a dream.

Wiping away the cold sweat, Qin Wen felt his mouth dry, rubbed his swollen head, and climbed up to go to the courtyard to get some water to drink.

In the cold courtyard, the old man is sitting under an old tree, his hand is turning a small black knife, I don't know what kind of material is forged, it seems like metaphysical iron and black rock, the whole body is pitch black, and there is a cold chill.

"Huh?" Attracted by the black knife, Qin Wen shook his head violently, thinking that he was dreaming again.

"Old Master?"

Qin Wen shouted twice.

The old man ignored him and slowly raised the black blade.

As Qin Wen watched, an inexplicable chill surged through his heart. In a trance, it was as if he was back in the dream world, drowned by the endless killing spree, and again felt the black blade staring at him, yes, it was the feeling of being stared at.

Qin Wen cautiously moved his body, still feeling that he was being stared at.

This black blade seemed to have a strange spirituality that made people shudder, but in the old man's withered hands, it was as docile as a pet, deftly flipping with his fingertips.

Qin Wen, completely sober from his alcohol, looked carefully at the old man and the small black knife. He had seen the old man use a flying knife before; it was the old man who casually took pieces of iron and used them as flying knives, juggling them in the courtyard. After two consecutive days of juggling, Qin Wen learned for two days and felt good, so he sharpened nine flying knives by himself and refined them for three years for self-defense.

When he faced Zhao Min that day, it was with the help of the Flying Dagger's surprise attack that he took the lead and caught Zhao Min off guard.

"Name of the blade, Asura." The old man held out his dry right hand, the black knife hanging in his palm, the tip of the knife pointing downward, the body of the knife filled with an eerie cold aura, and the space around it looking distorted.

"This knife ... "Qin Wen's sweaty hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the black knife with astonishment and uncertainty.

The old man's right hand suddenly vibrated, and in an instant, the black blade rattled and exploded with tremors.

A terrifying killing momentum shook the camp, filling the heavens and the earth.

At that moment, the many old men of the Green Cloud Sect's Thirty Tall Mountains collectively opened their eyes, catching a murderous aura that made their hearts pound.

Qin Wen retreated in shock, but the black blade was on his forehead in an instant, snapping like a streaming light, making it difficult to capture the trajectory.

It neither retreated nor advanced, lightly touching the skin of Qin Wen's forehead.

The sharp tip of the blade was extremely cold, as if it wanted to freeze Qin Wen's soul.

"Elder ... you ..." Qin Wen didn't dare to move, sweat dripping from his forehead, he truly felt the threat of death, and it was as if he was being embraced by the God of Death, his body was chilled, and he couldn't breathe freely.

"Don't use it indiscriminately in front of the Xuanwu Empire." The old man's right hand sliced through the air, and the black blade plunged into Qin Wen's eyebrow. In an instant, Qin Wen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as a bone-chilling cold spread throughout his body, every cell felt as if it was filled with cold air, and his breath felt as if it was about to freeze.

Consciousness of heaven and earth, can not say the pain or drowsiness, Qin Wen hard to sit on the ground, just about to open his mouth to say something, his body unexpectedly steamed up black gas, in the whole body flopping, in a short time to submerge him.

In a trance, the old master walked toward him with his hands behind his back, and all he could see were the old man's eyes, which looked like an endless abyss that wanted to devour you.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Wen muttered softly as he slowly lay down on the ground.

Everything was very unreal, illusory, and frightening.

Dreaming? He should be dreaming.

When Qin Wen opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day, and he was actually lying in the courtyard, the warm sunlight pouring over his body, indescribably comfortable.

"Why am I lying here?"

Qin Wen stretched his waist hard, his body was light and comfortable, where was the cold and uncomfortable feeling?

"I was dreaming, the alcohol is really strong, drink less in the future."

Qin Wen stood up and bounced, moving his body and practicing as usual.

Heavy punches were thrown into the air, and electric arcs were stirred up to match the first three levels of Vajra Strength.

However, when he punched, Qin Wen stopped and looked at his right arm where the electric arcs were running wild.

Today, there seem to be a lot more electric arcs, but the execution is not smooth.

What's the matter?

Did you have too much to drink last night?

Qin Wen shifted his meridians, vibrated away the electric arcs, and threw a few punches again, but this time he was truly stunned.

"It seems like I ... broke through?"

"Spirit Martial ... Four Heavens?"

"How is that possible?"

Qin Wen was incredulous, had he broken through to Spirit Martial 4th Heaven in a blink?

However, the problem soon surfaced again, not only had the realm increased and the meridians expanded, there was something else in the Dantian Qi Sea, a small blackish knife filled with black mist floating in the air and space of the silent Qi Sea.

"What's going on here?"

"I wasn't dreaming last night?"

Qin Wen examined it carefully, yes, the realm had indeed been elevated, but due to the inexplicable elevation, the spiritual energy in the meridians was still stuck at the Third Heaven state and was in dire need of replenishment. In the sea of qi, there was indeed a small pitch-black knife, just like the one the old master had given him in his 'dream' yesterday.

Not a dream? Not a dream!

This mysterious black knife was given to me by the old master!

"Old Master! Thank you!"

Pleasantly surprised, Qin Wen ran back to the storehouse to pay his respects.

But the strange thing was that there was no one in the warehouse, and the old master wasn't there.

When Qin Wen returned to the courtyard, the old man wasn't there either.

In those eight years, the old man either stared under the tree, or thought about his deceased at the grave, or went to the warehouse to sleep, never leaving the warehouse by half a step.

"Strange, where did the old man go?"

Qin Wen suddenly had a not-so-good premonition, searched the warehouse and the grounds carefully, and also searched around the short mountain, but could not find the old man's figure.

"Gone?"

"Impossible, right, left without saying hello?"

"But the old man seemed strange yesterday."

"Could it be because of the girl yesterday?"

Qin Wen returned to the camp and came to the side of the old man's wooden bed.

A worn-out cotton blanket and a few mended clothes were all the old man's belongings, none of which had been taken away.

"Is this mysterious?"

Qin Wen's hand pressed on the worn clothes, there seemed to be something inside. He slowly lifted it up, a note, a word - Life!

Underneath the note was a sword manual and an ancient sword.

A wave of antiquity and atmosphere washed over him, and both the sword manual and the ancient sword itself seemed to have real sword qi, causing the surrounding air to be filled with a hint of sharpness and coldness.

"The old man is really gone?" Qin Wen picked up the note in a daze, suddenly feeling a sense of loss, as if he had suddenly lost something in his heart.

Gone?

Really gone?

It's been eight years, and it's because of the old man's company that this humble warehouse feels like home.

No matter how difficult, how bitter, you always feel that you can return home to take a break.

He knew that the old man was not ordinary, but he really did not expect him to leave so soon.

Fate! My life? Whose life?

Why did the old man leave this word on purpose?

Qin Wen carefully collected the note, held it close to his body, and picked up the sword manual.

The Great Diffusion Sword Dictionary!

Without much introduction, the first style of the Sword Codex he picked up was the Mountain River Heavy Sword! A sword that cuts through mountains and rivers!

Refined introduction of the sword style, concise drawings of the meridians.

Qin Wen's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at it, the writing and meridian diagrams were obviously very detailed, yet they were still blurred, one had to do their best to concentrate and calm down before they could barely see it, and that was only the first style, flipping to the second style, Qin Wen couldn't see it clearly no matter how he looked at it, even the name of the stance was hard to discern, it was obviously there, but it was just hard to discern, it even gave him a strange feeling of resistance.

Qin Wen's current realm and spiritual strength were barely enough to qualify him to participate in the first style!

"What level of martial arts is this?"

Qin Wen looked at the sword dictionary in his hand in amazement, so mysterious and extraordinary.

He had always longed for a martial art and was looking forward to having his own weapon, he didn't expect to get what he wanted today, but holding the Sword Codex and the ancient sword, thinking about that drunkenness last night, his heart couldn't even be happy.

"Qin Wen!" A shrill shout suddenly came from outside.

Qin Wen put the sword codex and the ancient sword away and hid in the deepest part of the camp.

"Qin Wen! Where the hell did he die!" Zhang Dong rudely pushed open the iron door, raised the list in his hand, and shouted shrilly, "I posted it for you before dawn, now it's noon and you still haven't delivered it, do you still want to do your job?"

"Right away." Qin Wen simply got organized and went outside to pick up the list.

Zhang Dong stood by the iron gate and shouted, "Don't think that just because you're in the Spiritual Martial Realm that you can be unruly, no matter how strong you are, you're still a servant and under the control of my Zhang Dong! Let's not bother with you today, if you dare to fail to deliver on time again, I'll report it to the Chief Superintendent and see how I can punish you!"