Chapter 13: Text

"Person, walk, dog, tree..."

In the backyard, Jiang Ding held a thread-bound book, whispering something from time to time.

"Thousand Character Classic"

Extremely bored, he went out for a stroll and got a book for young children, which even had simple pictures, specifically used to learn the characters of this world.

The progress was quite fast. They were all square characters, and with pictures for reference, and going to the front yard to ask Huang Deyou from time to time, learning them was effortless.

Thinking for a moment, he took out the "Shenxiao Hundred-Step Flying Sword" given by Gong Caiyu from his bosom.

These past two days, he had easily inquired about the situation of the Qixuan Sect's founder.

Legend has it that a thousand years ago, the Qixuan Master was invincible in the martial arts world, creating a massive foundation, and even the succession of the imperial throne at that time required the crown prince to go to Qixuan Mountain and receive permission before he could inherit the throne.

"Proprietor, I am here!" Huang Deyou shuddered.

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"Are you convinced?"

"It's just that we Immortal Sect students have the assistance of array spirit computers." Jiang Ding sighed: "If it were martial artists from other realms, it would be good enough to temper the chest and lumbar vertebrae, and at most, they could temper them to forty or fifty percent."

Liu Qi's eyes narrowed, as if stared at by some fierce beast.

Huang Deyou's forehead sweated even more: "Proprietor, it's not just that. Besides the one-tael monthly salary, they also want five taels as an opening fee, four times more than other shops in the same area. The key is that these wolf cubs cannot be fed; no amount is enough."

"Young hero, I have offended you!"

Li Junhao was in high spirits: "Old Jiang, actually, I, Li Junhao, am also a martial arts genius, a late bloomer, and today is the day!"

"Convinced, convinced! Many thanks, young hero, many thanks, young hero!"

A green dragon tattooed on his left arm, a white tiger on his right, scars on his chest and arms, and a long object wrapped in black cloth behind his waist—it was likely a saber.

A realization dawned on Jiang Ding: "The ultimate of proficiency is just using sword techniques step by step, like a machine program, while minor accomplishment is being able to make preliminary fine-tuning to the sword techniques, turning others' techniques into one's own."

The arc was still an arc, still standard, and even if measured with a vernier caliper, not the slightest mistake could be found, but one could clearly feel an extra touch of agility.

Minor accomplishment 1%!

Jiang Ding examined him carefully for a moment and said to Li Junhao: "You have broken through to the Muscle Refinement Realm."

Then, a massive force erupted without warning, smashing him against the wall behind him, causing him to vomit blood profusely.

Flesh, bones, skin—not a single bit was spared, all tempered to the extreme.

The smile on Jiang Ding's face vanished, and his expression became blank.

Jiang Ding said lightly: "This is being treated as a soft persimmon. Invite them over."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you."

The scarred strongman Liu Qi's face changed, his hand reaching back to grip the saber hilt; his reaction was extremely fast, showing rich combat experience.

Liu Qi's face changed, clearly sensing something.

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and said lightly.

Jiang Ding sat back down and focused his gaze on the book.

They were extremely vicious to ordinary small vendors, but their judgment was sharp; they knew that even if they went up together, it would be seeking death.

The scarred strongman couldn't care about the blood on his chest and kowtowed repeatedly, extremely smoothly. "I have matters here, so I won't keep the three of you for tea."

Sword light flickered, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and seemed to fill the entire training room.

【Training Subject: "The 68th Set of Fledgling Eagle Taking Flight Sword Art" (Proficiency 99%)】

"Congratulations."

The school-issued Condensing Essence Bone-Strengthening Soup was for all students and was simply not enough.

"The news is quite well-informed." Jiang Ding smiled: "Just give it to them; it's nothing."

Sweat poured down his body, soaking his clothes. He drank the Condensing Essence Bone-Strengthening Soup in one gulp and glanced at the light blue little person in front of him.

Figures flew in the sky, some used Wind-Walking Arts to travel ten meters in a step among the treetops, while the two on the ground didn't look sideways.

The two strongmen who were about to step forward to assist in the fight had their feet rooted to the spot, not daring to look forward.

The three scrambled away, wishing their parents had given them an extra leg, fleeing the backyard as if flying.

Clang! A flash of cold light slowly rose from the scabbard.

He gritted his teeth and slashed forward with his saber, steady, accurate, and fast. The saber light stirred up a sharp wind capable of cutting skin, having earned the name "Shattering Wind Saber" within the Wild Wolf Gang.

The two people beside him stopped cursing.

Ding! He saw a silver star arrive first, precisely hitting the weak point three inches above his saber hilt without the slightest error.

In this kind of feudal society, the government's management ability is extremely limited, so there are many power vacuums occupied by gangs, clans, etc., which cannot be avoided.

The most extreme result is one of the important wisdom crystals of the Immortal Sect, a product that seems like a miracle to people outside the realm—the prototype of an artificial Dao body.

【Name: Jiang Ding】

Huang Deyou glanced secretly and found that the desperate aura on these people seemed to have suddenly disappeared, making them very harmless.

After finishing a set of sword moves, Jiang Ding's face was pale, and his whole body was sweating.

This kind of small gang looks inconspicuous, but to be able to stand firm, they all have protective umbrellas. He didn't want to cause trouble. After laughing, he sighed: "I listened to your suggestion and felt it was right, so I practiced extra these days. I didn't expect to break through all of a sudden, and I feel my energy is much better than before."

Clang! Unknowingly, the sword left the scabbard, and a bright silver regular arc bloomed.

Huang Deyou ran over, his forehead slightly sweaty, and lowered his voice: "Proprietor, the Wild Wolf Gang is here, saying they are collecting monthly money, which is protection money."

"Must have Yuan Qi supplements!"

The Qixuan Master's most famous martial art was the Hundred-Step Flying Sword. It is rumored that he could take a person's head within a hundred steps, even if it were a Primordial martial artist, with fierce prestige.

"Practicing is impossible; native martial arts have various risks and cut off the path forward."

This world is not peaceful.

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword, rested for a long time, then bathed, changed into a set of clothes, and returned to class.

Jiang Ding felt slightly dazed, with countless days and nights of uninterrupted sword practice, scenes of sword practice since obtaining the broken sword tip, and scenes of killing into the bandits with one person and one sword, with flesh and blood flying.

"No, the efficiency of the minor accomplishment '68th Set of Fledgling Eagle Taking Flight Sword Art' is too high, and it is too taxing on the body. Forcing it will be harmful!"

"That's right."

But it suddenly became quiet.

"I'll let you slash me once."

!.

The two men behind chimed in: "You have a lot of nerve!?"

【Student ID: 1246215】

In the high school training room.

The Body Refinement Realm has no aura or anything, but one can judge by stride, skin luster, and other characteristics, especially since Li Junhao just broke through and couldn't perfectly control his strength, walking a bit awkwardly.

In the front yard, Huang Deyou was leading a group of temporarily hired people to clean and build new counters, clattering away.

"Young hero, we have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai..."

Jiang Ding stood up, without the arrogance of not killing unknown people; the strong can be killed, and he didn't mind the ants either.

In the sword art that had been difficult to advance, there seemed to be something extra.

For those in the martial arts world, judgment is the most important thing.

【Realm: Peak Bone Refinement Realm】

After school.

The proficiency on the panel flickered slightly, jumping to 100%, and then blurred and changed.

A desperate aura all over his body; no wonder Huang Deyou couldn't handle it.

"Manager Huang."

"Haha!"

Jiang Ding touched the pistol grip hidden in his sleeve: "But, if I can master the Immortal Sect's Hundred-Step Flying Sword, my self-preservation ability will rise sharply, and I won't have to worry about exposing modern firearms, thereby attracting unknown trouble."

Before long, three strongmen who deliberately exposed their robust chests kicked the door open.

"Come, slash me once."

Countless accumulations gushed out, breaking a certain bottleneck.

Jiang Ding looked at these social people with curiosity.

It's just a pity that after the Qixuan Master, the Qixuan Sect declined rapidly, and no one ever mastered this sword art again.

Jiang Ding said lightly: "Take one tael of monthly money and one tael of opening money and send it over. Tell them, if they dare not come to collect the monthly money next month, I will break their legs."

Huang Deyou followed closely.

The straight and slightly curved spine was like a dragon or a snake, most of it had been tempered, with only thirteen bone joints still at 23%, 5%, and so on.

Jiang Ding said.

"Yes, Proprietor!"

The scarred strongman at the head said coldly: "Manager, you have a lot of nerve, making us brothers come to see you. I, Liu Qi, will let it slide, but you are not taking the Wild Wolf Gang seriously!"

After waiting for a while, the three still didn't move, and Liu Qi squeezed out a smile.

"Any further, impossible. Even Internal Qi Realm or Primordial Realm martial artists cannot observe it, let alone temper it."

"Liberal arts and training subjects are complementary; one is theory and one is practice." Jiang Ding nodded: "If we reach the Internal Qi Realm, our liberal arts scores should be able to increase slightly."

Although Internal Qi is not as good as magic power, it is also a form of energy.

Based on this, understanding of talismans, techniques, mountains, rivers, geography, and spiritual veins will naturally become easier.

Waving goodbye to Li Junhao, Jiang Ding got on the bus, but not to go home, but in the direction of the city library.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 14 =====