Ning Chen wasn't too sure what the Heavenly Book and Heavenly Lake were, but the Xiantian Dan of Great Xia was a divine medicine that all warriors in the world yearned for. It was said that each Dan could give a Houtian Dian Peak expert a 30% chance of entering the Xiantian realm.
There were only three such heaven-defying items left in Great Xia, and no one had successfully refined them in the past hundred years.
It could be said that these three Xiantian Pills were the most precious treasures that attracted the attention of all the experts in the world. Most of the worshippers in the palace were willing to serve the palace for the sake of these Xiantian Pills.
Ning Chen had never expected this, so he was not disappointed.
"Cough cough."
Suddenly, Yue Ling covered her mouth and coughed. Not far away, the old woman's expression changed and she immediately went forward to stuff a pill into Yue Ling's mouth.
"Miss, the wind is strong outside. Let's find a place to stay for the night first."
" Mm." Yue Ling nodded. A sickly pale expression flashed across her beautiful face.
"What illness does Miss Yue have?" Ning Chen asked with concern.
" It's a disease that I've had since I was young. It's nothing serious." Yue Ling smiled tiredly and replied.
" In that case, let's rest in the Phoenix Perch Pavilion," Ning Chen said as he glanced at the pavilion behind him.
The old woman looked displeased and was about to speak when Yue Ling raised her hand to stop her. She said softly," Just listen to Young Master."
A moment later, the three of them asked for two rooms in the building. Ning Chen had one, and Yue Ling and the old woman had one.
When she returned to her room, the old woman finally could not hold it in any longer and voiced out the dissatisfaction in her heart." Miss, with your status, how can you spend the night in this place of fireworks?!"”
" If he can do it, why can't I?" Yue Ling asked.
" He's a man. Besides, how can his status be compared to Miss?" The old woman said unwillingly.
"Men, women, ha!"
Yue Ling smiled faintly. If she cared about these things, she wouldn't have done so many things that people would think were treasonous. As for her identity, although it was useful, it was also the most annoying thing.
In this unfamiliar place, she did not want to be bound by these boring things anymore.
" Miss, you should rest quickly. We still have to hurry after daybreak," the old woman advised.
"Yeah," she said.
Yue Ling nodded and immediately walked to the bed. She lay down with a tired expression and covered herself with a blanket and clothes to sleep.
The old woman blew out the lamp and sat quietly in another corner of the room, meditating.
In another room, Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, staring out the window in a daze.
"Ding!"
Late at night, the bustling streets fell silent. At this moment, a crisp bell rang in the distance. It was so clear that it was as if a silver needle had fallen from the ice.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed as he looked at the black shadow coming from afar. His heart tightened.
"Ding!"
Amidst the eerie ghostly Qi, a ghost sedan approached from afar. The Black and White Impermanence led the way, and the ox-headed and horse-faced man lifted his feet. Each step was ten feet, and it was extremely strange.
Seeing such a strange scene, Ning Chen couldn't remain calm. He was shocked. Could there really be ghosts and gods in the world?
With a bang, Ning Chen slammed his hands on the table and flew out of the second floor with his wheelchair.
After landing, Ning Chen grabbed Black Impermanence who was in front of the ghost sedan, but he passed through it like he was passing through a shadow.
"How could this be?"
Ning Chen's pupils shrank. He circulated his martial arts and swung his chopper at the Nether Ghost Carriage.
"Bang!"
The chopper struck the bull's head, creating sparks. The Nether Ghost Carriage continued to move forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a hundred feet away.
Seeing the ghost sedan leaving, Ning Chen turned his knife into a sword. He patted his wheelchair and his body turned into silver light.
"A flying feather, a sword of heaven and earth."
Fei Hong's sword was so fast that it slashed towards the ghost sedan. However, Horse Face blocked his path. The moment he turned his head, Ning Chen's spirit was instantly severely injured. He fell to the ground with a thud and vomited red.
"Madman!"
At some point, the old woman appeared beside Ning Chen and mocked him.
Ning Chen ignored her and patted the ground with both hands. He flew back to his wheelchair and slowly walked into the building.
After this short encounter, Ning Chen was even more confused. The Black and White Impermanence and the bull-headed and horse-faced man from before were obviously not fake warriors. If that was the case, did ghosts and gods really exist?
"Cough cough."
Ning Chen's mind was severely injured, and he coughed violently. There was a sharp pain in his head, and there was an indescribable emptiness in his dizziness.
"Young Master Ning, you're too rash this time."
Yue Ling was also awoken by the commotion outside the house. She came to Ning Chen's side and stuffed a pill into the latter's mouth as she scolded him.
"I had no choice but to solve the doubts in my heart."
Ning Chen didn't reject Yue Ling's good intentions. As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it melted into a clear and spicy liquid. The pain in his head immediately subsided.
"Sorry to disturb Young Lady's rest."
Ning Chen said apologetically when he raised his head and saw the fatigue on Yue Ling's face.
"Yeah."
Yue Ling nodded. Ning Chen had indeed disturbed her rest.
Hearing Yue Ling's straightforward reply, Ning Chen's lips revealed a rare trace of embarrassment. It was true, and it was not the habit that he always wore on his face.
After a long time, the old woman brought Yue Ling back to her room to rest. Ning Chen also returned to his room to meditate.
At dawn, Ning Chen opened his eyes and pushed open the door. He saw Yue Ling and the old woman at the door and knew that the two of them had come to bid farewell.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah."
"See you again."
"See you again."
The two of them bid farewell. There was no reluctance to part, nor was there any sadness of parting. The friendship between gentlemen was as light as water, so there was no need to be regretful about parting.
"Last night, I saw that Young Master used a sword technique. Today, I will leave this sword behind as a gift to you."
Yue Ling received a black sword from the old woman and gave it to Ning Chen.
Ning Chen didn't take it and said softly," I already have a chopper."
Yue Ling still placed the black sword in Ning Chen's hand and insisted," After all, the chopper isn't used for fighting."
Ning Chen did not refuse again. He brushed his hands over Mo Jian's body and sighed,"Thank you."
"No need, we'll meet again if fate allows."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Ling turned around and left. She left so freely without a trace of reluctance.
The old woman looked at the black sword in Ning Chen's hand, and her expression changed again and again. In the end, she didn't say anything and turned around to follow.
The black sword had no scabbard, and the blade was not exposed. It was not a peerless sharp sword, and it was very heavy in the hand. It was not something that ordinary people could use casually.
However, Ning Chen liked it very much. There was no reason for it. It was pure love.
They still had to go north. Ning Chen found a blacksmith shop in the city and forged a scabbard. It was also as black as ink, without any sharp edges.
The chopper and the black sword were placed side by side behind the wheelchair and tied up with cow tendons. Ning Chen revealed a trace of doubt on his face. Now, could he be considered to have fused the sword and the sword?
No one would give him such an answer. Ning Chen set out on his journey, heading north from the Falling Moon Stream. The knee-high snow was very deep, and it was very difficult for him to walk.
More than half of the wheelchair's wheels were stuck. Ning Chen turned the wheels with both hands. Again and again, he was unusually persistent and refused to stop.
The wheels of the carriage were rolling on the snow. Two rows of footprints could be seen on the snow. Perhaps they were left by pedestrians who were in a hurry. Ning Chen walked for two days and one night for 30 miles in the Falling Moon Stream. When the sun set the next day, he finally walked out.
After leaving the mountain stream, there was no longer any obstruction from the cliffs on both sides, and the field of vision was much wider.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed. In front of him, there were corpses everywhere, and blood dyed the white snow red.
The elderly, women, children, and children were all the same.
Ning Chen rarely got angry now, but when he saw this scene, the anger in his heart burned to the ninth-heaven, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
The wheelchair ran over the blood-stained snow, stained with the blood of the deceased, and also stained with the resentment of the deceased. The more Ning Chen moved, the colder his heart became, the colder his eyes became, and the more the veins on his hands appeared.
The knife wounds on the corpses were uneven, and all their belongings had been looted. Clearly, it was not the work of a martial artist, but the act of a robber.
Great Xia had been in power for more than a thousand years, and they were extremely strict with the mountain bandits. A hundred years ago, they even sent a Martial Marquis to personally lead an expedition, causing the mountain bandits in Great Xia to almost disappear.
No one had expected that such an inhumane scene would occur on this day when the snow had sealed the mountain.
The hoof prints were still there, indicating that the Mountain Bandits had not gone too far. However, the Mountain Bandits had horses, but not only did Ning Chen not have a horse, but his legs were also crippled.
Ning Chen was a very stubborn person. He was in the past and still was now. He did not change even though his legs were crippled.
The wheelchair moved forward in the snow, leaving behind a trail of blood. The further it went, the lighter the blood became.
The mountain bandits needed to rest. With such heavy snow, the horses couldn't walk fast. If Ning Chen didn't rest, no matter how slow he walked, he would eventually catch up.
Just like that, one or two days passed. Ning Chen caught up with the Mountain Bandits. Outside a desolate forest, the Mountain Bandits were starting a fire outside the forest. There were not many people, 13 of them, both men and women.
The man was valiant while the woman was charming.
There was something roasted on the bonfire, and the fragrance of the meat spread far away.
More than ten horses were tied up in the forest, not far from the mountain bandits. In Great Xia, horses were very valuable goods, and the mountain bandits watched them closely.
Ning Chen's arrival attracted everyone's attention. A young man in a wheelchair appeared in the wilderness. No matter how they looked at it, it was a strange thing.
The leader of the Mountain Bandits was a very vigilant person. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
However, not everyone was a discerning person. The woman from the mountain bandits, Wu Mei, stood up and walked to Ning Chen's side.
" Little Di, why are you here? Where's your family?"
The woman wrapped her arms around Ning Chen and almost pounced on him.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of the Falling Moon Stream?”
Ning Chen didn't struggle free and instead looked up at the nearby Wu Mei with a shy smile.
Seeing the shy smile of the young man in front of her, the woman felt a chill run down her spine for some reason. She unconsciously let go of her arm and took half a step back.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of the Falling Moon Stream?”
Ning Chen asked again. His voice was still shy and calm, without a trace of threat.
"Yes, no, no, no…"
The woman nodded at first, but she immediately felt that something was wrong and was about to deny it. However, she did not have the chance. She saw an ink light flash past and the last two words were stuck in her throat, unable to say them again.
Ning Chen's sword was stained with blood. It was the first time he had killed someone. He didn't feel anything, nor did he have the disgusting reaction that was rumored to happen. It was very strange, as if he had done something insignificant.
When the wheelchair passed by, the woman fell down. The black sword wasn't sharp, but Ning Chen's sword was very fast. He cut her throat with one strike and didn't leave much pain.
The remaining Mountain Bandits finally reacted. They picked up the sabers in their hands and were about to resist.
However, the Mountain Bandits were still ordinary people. Even if they were ruthless and brutal, they were no match for a Rank Four martial artist.
The black sword waved mercilessly, and the eleven bandits fell one by one. The bandit leader wanted to escape, but he was pierced through the chest by a flying chopper and fell into the snow.
Ning Chen's callousness was chilling. None of the 13 Mountain Bandits survived, including a delicate woman.
Ning Chen had never thought of himself as a soft-hearted person. He had once said that he believed in not going to hell but letting others go to hell.
When he said this, he was serious and not joking.
Perhaps Mu Chengxue and Qing Ning were right to not teach him martial arts in the past. However, he still chose this path in the end.
The blood on the black sword was still warm. Ning Chen used the cold snow to wipe the blood off the sword, and at the same time, cooled the sword.
He knew that he did not regret it…
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