The troops traveled in the night, the wheels creaking. The Imperial Army was temporarily replaced by a deputy commander, and only four hundred of the five hundred Imperial Army soldiers remained. More than half of the palace maids and eunuchs who had accompanied the bride had been lost. No one had expected so much to happen in a short day.
What was most difficult for everyone to accept was that they still did not know who had secretly attacked.
It was even hard to understand why the Son of God of the Eternal Night Divine Sect would appear here.
In the carriage, Sword Exalt closed his eyes to recuperate. Beside him, Ning Chen leaned against the carriage, quietly digesting everything that had happened today.
Compared to the assassination during the day, the impact of the appearance of the Son of God tonight was the most shocking. It made him experience the horror of a martial arts expert up close.
Human strength was heaven-defying, and it did not seem to be just a legend.
"How is it?"
Exalt Sword opened his eyes and looked at the silent Ning Chen.
"Unbelievable," Ning Chen said honestly.
He had underestimated martial arts in the past. Whether it was because he was ignorant or because he was a frog in the well, he had never thought that martial arts could give him such a huge impact.
Jun Shaoqing, the son of God, was worthy of his name.
Sword Exalt nodded. In his opinion, Ning Chen's performance was already good enough. When he first came into contact with real martial arts, his performance was far less calm than the latter.
"He is the Son of God, worthy of all praise."
Exalt Sword said, then closed his eyes and continued to circulate his True Qi to heal his injuries.
The path of martial arts needed to be walked by oneself. He could give some advice, but there was no need to say it too clearly.
Ning Chen savored the old man's words. The meaning of Sword Exalt was not difficult to understand. The greatest glory of being the Son of God was not his identity, but the amazing strength behind him.
In other words, Jun Shaoqing's reputation was built on the corpses of countless experts.
Now, it was normal for him to look at Jun Shaoqing with admiration because the Son of God was standing too high.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen closed his eyes and began to cultivate silently. If he didn't want to look up again, he would have to cultivate twice as hard from today onwards. Otherwise, he would have to look up at that person for the rest of his life.
The change in his state of mind made Ning Chen put away his usual casual attitude and focus on cultivating the mental cultivation method on the Life Chapter.
Since Jun Shaoqing had sensed the existence of the Codex of Life, he wouldn't let it go. Although he had restrained his aura in time this time, he might not be so lucky next time.
In the face of a powerful cultivator like Jun Shaoqing, even an army would not be able to stop him. If he really wanted to keep the secret of the Scroll of Life, he had to make himself stronger.
Sensing the change in the young man, Exalt Sword's eyes flashed with a strange light. If Ning Chen was just a piece of unpolished jade before, at this moment, the unpolished jade had begun to reveal a beautiful brilliance.
The most important factor in the path of martial arts was indeed talent, but what was really important after walking on this path was determination and perseverance. When he was young, his talent was not good, but he relied on perseverance to reach where he was today.
The five high and mighty Inborn Experts in the world indeed had extraordinary talents that far surpassed ordinary people. However, speaking of which, there were only five Inborn Experts known in the world.
Most martial artists still had mediocre talent.
Ning Chen did not know that the people he had met before, be it Qing Ning, Mu Chengxue, or even Xia Miaoyu, were all rare martial arts geniuses. At the age of 20, they had already cultivated to the level of a ninth-grade martial artist that others would never be able to catch up to. In comparison, his mediocre aptitude was naturally nothing.
However, although he was far from being a genius, he was still very eye-catching in the category of " normal people."
After all, not everyone was lucky enough to receive guidance from more than one Rank-9 Dian Peak powerhouse.
A Rank Two martial artist would be a centurion in the army.
The only thing lacking was that he was indeed not good at martial arts.
Of course, this was also related to the fact that Qing Ning and Mu Chengxue were unwilling to teach him the moves.
If these reasons were removed, Ning Chen could barely be considered a martial artist now.
Under the night sky, the bridal procession slowly moved forward. Who would have thought that nearly a thousand people would take advantage of the night to rush forward just for one person?
In a team, there were two ninth-grade Dian Peak powerhouses who stood at the peak of martial arts, but they still could not block the sharp edge of the Son of God. The cold wind blew, and it was so cold that it was bone-piercing.
They traveled all the way until noon the next day. The group left the Wilderness and arrived at a mountain ridge. The temporary deputy commander of the Imperial Army then gave the order to stop and rest.
Xia Miaoyu had been resting in the carriage and no one dared to disturb her. After last night's battle, everyone already knew how powerful this seemingly weak princess was.
The team rested for about an hour before the heavily armored deputy leader had no choice but to come up and ask for instructions. Because the road ahead was rugged, if they hurried on now, they might have to set up camp in the mountains at night.
"Continue on your way!"
A pleasant voice came from the luxurious carriage. It was calm but unquestionable.
The deputy leader cupped his fists and accepted the order. Then, he walked to the front of the team and ordered them to hurry.
Half a day later, the sky gradually darkened. The team that was tired from the journey finally got a night's rest. Even in the wilderness, no one cared about it.
Xia Miaoyu returned to her tent early in the morning and ordered that no one was allowed to enter without her permission. Ning Chen naturally would not provoke the former. He did not have the cheap habit of being a servant. As long as Xia Miaoyu did not summon him, he could not wait to be free all the way.
When they set up the tent, Ning Chen purposely placed his tent closer to the Sword Consecrator. After a bonfire was lit and a simple meal of dry rations, the imperial guards, eunuchs, and palace maids who had been tired for the whole day returned to their tents to rest. Only a portion of the imperial guards who were on night watch were left to patrol back and forth to prevent assassins and wild beasts from attacking.
Sword Exalt sat by the bonfire and did not return to his tent to rest. The assassination and the matter of the Son of God yesterday had forced him to pay more attention. Everyone knew that this trip would not be easy, but he did not expect that the people who came would be more difficult to deal with.
After crossing this mountain ridge, they would not be far from the city where Marquis Buyi was stationed. Before that, he did not want any more accidents to happen.
The Sword Guardian did not rest, and Ning Chen did not return to the tent either. Instead, he accompanied the old man and silently cultivated his mental cultivation method. It was not until the night that he opened his eyes.
"Senior, can you teach me how to cultivate?"
Ning Chen spoke abruptly. The cultivation he was talking about was naturally referring to moves. He had his own mental cultivation method, and it was not inferior to anyone else.
Exalt Sword was silent. He did not refuse or agree.
"The princess is more suitable than me."
After a long time, Sword Exalt said in a hoarse voice.
Ning Chen understood what the old man meant. Qing Ning had said that the True Qi in his body was cold, and Xia Miaoyu's previous moves had also made him feel the bone-chilling coldness. If he wanted to give pointers on cultivation, Xia Miaoyu was indeed the best choice.
"She's a princess!"
Ning Chen said calmly and did not say anything else.
The old man fell silent again. No one knew what he was thinking.
Ning Chen wasn't in a hurry and waited quietly at the side. Although he hadn't cultivated for long, he also knew how conservative the sect's concept was on the path of martial arts.
This request was a little rude. If it wasn't for the fact that he had no one to ask, he wouldn't have asked the old man.
" One chance. If you don't fall, I'll teach you a move."
After about ten breaths, Exalt Jian said calmly.
"Thank you."
There was no joy in Ning Chen's eyes. After thanking him solemnly, he immediately stood up.
He knew how strong the old man was, so there was nothing to be happy about.
The old man had only given him a chance, a chance to teach him, but also a chance to reject him.
After Ning Chen stood up, the old man also stood up. Then, Ning Chen's expression became even more solemn.
The old man's actions showed that he would not go easy on them.
One move for another. It was fair and just, but also unfair.
The night wind was very cold. Even though there was a bonfire beneath the two of them, the crackling sounds of the burning branches were very clear in the silent night. The Imperial Army soldiers on night watch nearby seemed to sense something and looked over.
At this moment, Exalt Sword's sword moved. No one could see how the sword had been unsheathed. When everyone came back to their senses, the sword had clearly been unsheathed.
The sword strike came without any sign, without any trace of true qi, and without any true qi.
This was the only chance he gave Ning Chen. If the true qi of a ninth-level Dian Peak expert moved, the area within a hundred feet would be cut open. This was no longer an opportunity.
Therefore, this unfair battle seemed very fair.
The true meaning of the sword was nothing more than speed, accuracy, and concentration.
Sword Exalt's sword was fast, accurate, and focused. Ning Chen had no chance to dodge it.
However, after Ning Chen came to this world, he developed a personality that was afraid of death and cautious. Especially when facing his eldest grandson, he would subconsciously take half a step back every time.
Today, facing Revered Sword, he also subconsciously took half a step back.
However, he was not Exalt Sword. His half-step retreat was not accurate enough, so Exalt Sword's sword was no longer accurate enough.
Ning Chen retreated several steps after the sword pierced his body. He endured the pain and used the movement technique that Qing Ning had taught him to dodge another three steps.
The sword still pierced into his body. Ning Chen still didn't dodge. However, he didn't need to dodge anymore. He didn't faint. Every time he fell, it was a victory.
"From tonight onwards, I will teach you how to use the sword."
Exalt Jian pulled out his sword and sealed Ning Chen's wound with a finger. He then said indifferently.
"Thank you, Senior."
Ning Chen covered his chest and coughed lightly.
"No need to thank me. You won this yourself."
As he spoke, Exalt Sword sat cross-legged beside the bonfire. He placed the sword on his knees again and closed his eyes to rest.
Ning Chen sat at the side and started to regulate his breathing. The old man's sword didn't have any killing intent, so the wound wasn't deep. Compared to this sword wound, the arrow from yesterday was more serious.
After another two hours, the old man opened his eyes and Ning Chen woke up at the same time.
"Go and swing your sword until I say stop."
Exalt Sword moved his hand, and a black iron sword flew over from the carriage not far away. It stabbed into Ning Chen's body with a loud thud.
"Yes, sir."
Ning Chen picked up his sword, walked to the side, and swung it again and again.
Exalt Jian's gaze did not change, and he immediately closed his eyes again.
Ning Chen didn't ask. He waved the sword in his hand carefully, once, twice…
A simple swing of the sword was so simple that anyone could do it. However, after Ning Chen swung it many times and for a long time, he realized that it was really difficult to swing the sword.
No two swords could reach the same trajectory, and no two swords could reach the same power. Ning Chen had been swinging for a whole night, and his arms were almost numb, but he still stubbornly persisted.
After daybreak, the team hurried on their journey. Ning Chen practiced his sword while walking. The true energy in his body was working at this time. At least it could reduce the soreness in his arm in time.
"Tonight, we'll practice stabbing."
When night fell, Sword Exalt spoke again. He still did not teach Ning Chen the moves, but changed the way he practiced to stabbing.
Ning Chen nodded and then started practicing silently. He didn't ask about the reason or the result.
The mountain road was much more difficult to walk than everyone had imagined. The bridal procession had carried too many things. It was difficult to travel in a carriage, but it was also impossible without a carriage. Therefore, the speed of the journey slowed down. The journey that originally took a day was not completed in three days.
Ning Chen didn't learn any moves in three days, but he learned how to swing and stab…
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