nagpurpolice Chapter 22 Sword Practice
Chapter 22 Sword Practice
"So how exactly do you use this thing?"
Su Changming held the dusty stone, turning it over and over to examine it several times, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Stretch out your hand," Ling said in a cool tone.
Upon hearing this, Su Changming opened his hand, but before he could ask what she was going to do, he saw the girl casually swipe down.
Su Changming immediately felt a sharp pain in his palm, and a drop of bright red blood slid from his palm and dripped onto the stone.
"Holy crap! What are you doing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the blood touched the stone and disappeared instantly, like a sponge absorbing water.
Followed by.
"Click—click—"
A series of fine cracking sounds rang out.
The originally dark and rough stone skin was now covered with countless cracks, just like a boiled eggshell.
As the cracks spread, the stone began to peel off in pieces, falling onto the coffee table and turning into dust.
A warm and dazzling golden light shone through the crack.
When the last layer of stone peeled off, what appeared before Su Changming was no longer a broken stone.
That was clearly a piece of beautiful, translucent, golden jade!
Inside the jade, countless fine, wispy lights could be faintly seen moving about, as if sealing away thousands of sword energies. Just one glance at them was enough to make one's eyes sting.
Seeing the changes caused by Su Changming's blood dripping onto the stone, Ling's face showed a thoughtful expression.
Su Changming, clutching his hand which had already stopped bleeding, couldn't help but complain, "So the so-called special activation method just requires a blood oath?"
"Blood oath?" Ling looked at his innocent and foolish expression, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "That depends on what kind of blood it is."
"Alright, enough talk, go give it a try."
"How do we test it?" Su Changming held the precious jade in his hands.
"Penetrat your soul power, just like you did when you controlled the dead before."
Su Changming understood instantly.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
He then sat cross-legged on the sofa, adjusted his breathing, and closed his eyes.
After making preparations, he condensed his soul power into a beam and carefully touched the golden jade stone.
"Buzz—!!!"
A deafening roar exploded in my mind.
The world spun around.
When Su Changming regained consciousness, he found himself no longer in the living room.
This is a vast and boundless strange space.
It was pitch black all around, except for the various colored orbs of light floating in front of them.
Purple, blue, cyan, red, white...
They are like stars in the night sky, floating there quietly, and each sphere of light seems to contain a unique rhythm.
"This...this is level selection?"
Looking at the scene before him, which had a strong sense of déjà vu, Su Changming couldn't help but make a comment.
Ling said that the sword shadows of countless sword masters from the previous dynasty are preserved here, and these orbs of light must represent different masters.
Since we're leveling up, we definitely need to choose a stronger one.
Su Changming's gaze swept around the area, finally settling on a sphere of light radiating a noble purple glow.
Purple, symbolizing auspicious purple clouds coming from the east, it's definitely top-of-the-line!
"You're the one!"
With a thought, Su Changming's consciousness rushed directly towards the purple orb.
however.
Before he could fully see the scene inside the sphere of light, he hadn't even had time to open his eyelids.
An indescribably terrifying sword intent swept over everything!
The feeling was like an ant looking up and seeing a collapsing Mount Tai.
"Zheng—!"
There were no moves, no figure.
There was only a single, pure white light.
Su Changming felt a chill run through his body, and before he could even scream, he was instantly shattered.
……
"call!"
In the dark space, Su Changming's consciousness re-formed, but he felt as if he had just crawled out of a meat grinder, with phantom pain deep in his soul.
"Instant kill?!"
He stared at the purple orb with lingering fear; for a moment just now, he truly felt as if he had died once.
"This difficulty is insane! There's not even a beginner protection period?"
Su Changming gritted his teeth, refusing to believe it.
Perhaps purple is too sophisticated, so let's switch to something a little more gentle.
This time, he chose a blue orb of light.
Blue represents water, which benefits all things without contention, so it should be quite gentle, right?
He plunged in headfirst.
"Splash—"
It was as if I could hear the deafening roar of crashing waves.
As soon as Su Changming entered, he saw the sky filled with sword energy, like a tsunami, layer upon layer, endlessly crashing towards him.
gentle?
This is a tsunami!
"puff--"
Unsurprisingly, he died again.
As his consciousness reorganized, Su Changming felt somewhat weak.
"Again!"
He chose cyan this time.
As a result, he encountered a gust of wind as fast as lightning, and before he could even raise his head, he was beheaded.
He chose white again.
As a result, it was blasted into dust by a powerful and unparalleled sword aura.
After dying four or five times in a row, Su Changming finally understood.
This isn't a game level selection; it's teaching him a lesson!
Each of these orbs of light represents the lifelong insights of a grandmaster of swordsmanship.
With his current skill level, which is that of a complete novice who has never even touched a sword, going in would be like sending him to his doom.
"I refuse to believe it! Isn't there even a beginner's tutorial?"
Su Changming was already extremely weak, but he still mustered his last breath and turned his gaze to a dim red orb in the far corner.
What does red represent?
"This is the last time. If it doesn't work, we'll retreat."
With a "nothing to lose" mentality, Su Changming crashed headfirst into the red orb of light.
This time, there was no earth-shattering sword energy, nor any despair-inducing pressure.
Even the surrounding environment became exceptionally clear.
This is an ordinary little courtyard, with blue bricks paving the ground and a few green bamboos planted in the corner.
In the center of the courtyard stood a little boy who looked only five or six years old.
The child, dressed in a coarse cloth outfit, held a crookedly whittled wooden stick in his hand and was waving it at the air with a serious expression.
"ha!"
The child's innocent shouts echoed in the courtyard.
He gripped the wooden stick with both hands and chopped downwards with force.
His movements were clumsy and his posture was not standard; he even nearly tripped over himself several times.
Su Changming was stunned.
This is... Sword Shadow?
Isn't this just a little kid who's just started learning swordsmanship?
But he didn't give up, because he discovered that although the child was clumsy, his eyes were unusually focused, as if the stick in his hand was the whole world.
Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...
In this strange space, time seems to have lost its meaning.
Su Changming just watched quietly.
He watched the child practice from morning till night, from spring to winter.
The wooden stick in the child's hand was replaced by a bamboo sword, and then by an iron sword.
His sword-wielding movements, which started off wobbly, became increasingly steady and faster.
After practicing the simple "chop," it's time to practice the "thrust."
Thousands upon thousands of thrusts, until that one sword strike, precisely piercing through the falling leaves.
Then came flirting, hanging up, collapsing, and clicking...
As Su Changming watched, he became engrossed without even realizing it.
Those basic movements that he originally found tedious and boring, after being repeated thousands of times, actually produced a strange beauty.
That is a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
As the child grew up, his swordsmanship gradually improved from clumsy to refined, eventually revealing a captivating and unsettling charm.
"call……"
Su Changming took a deep breath and conjured up a wooden sword exactly like the one in the boy's hand in this space of consciousness.
He walked back to the past, as if he had become that five or six-year-old child again, with his feet apart, his breath concentrated in his dantian, and he raised the wooden sword.
He slashed fiercely down into the void!