nagpurpolice Chapter 23 The Storm Is Brewing
Chapter 23 The Storm Is Brewing
In this void where time is unknown.
The boy swung his sword one last time.
It was a simple, straightforward thrust.
There was no earth-shattering momentum or dazzling sword light.
However, this sword thrust seemed to pierce through even the void itself.
Su Changming stood behind the boy, his movements perfectly synchronized with his, and he also thrust out his sword.
At this moment, he seemed to have become that boy again, having gone through ten years of trials and tribulations, from an ignorant child to a spirited swordsman.
All his spirit was concentrated in this one sword strike.
"laugh--"
One sword can reach the divine.
Immediately afterwards, the scene before my eyes shattered like a mirror, turning into countless points of light.
……
"call--!!!"
Su Changming suddenly opened his eyes and sprang up from the sofa.
He looked at his hands with some confusion at first, then looked up and around.
The surrounding area is no longer that quaint little courtyard, but has been transformed into a Western-style living room.
The chandelier on the ceiling was still on.
But outside the window, it was already broad daylight.
Before I knew it, a night had passed.
Su Changming subconsciously tried to recall the sword techniques he had learned in the space last night.
However, to his horror, the once crystal-clear figure of the boy had become blurry and indistinct.
Those masterful sword techniques were like quicksand in your hand; the harder you tried to grasp them, the faster they slipped away.
In the end, only a few fragmented pieces remained in my mind.
"What's going on?!"
Su Changming's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly called out in his mind:
"Ring! Is this stone expired? Why can't I remember anything?!"
You practiced all night, but when you woke up you were all that was left. What's the difference between that and memorizing all night before an exam and then forgetting everything when you get to the exam room?
"If you could learn a master sword technique after seeing it only once, then all the martial artists in the world could jump into the river."
Ling's figure did not appear, but her voice coldly echoed in his mind:
"Those things you have forgotten were never yours to begin with; they were just illusions."
"And the remaining fragments..."
Ling paused, her tone softening slightly:
"That's what you actually ate that night."
Upon hearing this, Su Changming calmed down and pondered the matter carefully.
indeed.
Although he had forgotten those movements, when he casually picked up the fruit knife on the table and brandished it, the flick of his wrist and the angle of force he applied felt incredibly smooth, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Moreover, he touched his brow.
The originally thin, misty soul power, after being torn apart and reassembled by the sword intent overnight, became a whole circle more solid than before.
Even more amazingly, despite not having slept all night, he felt refreshed and energetic, not at all.
Su Changming looked at the precious jade in his hand with unusual fervor; he had really struck gold!
No wonder even Ling couldn't help but make a sound back then.
Su Changming got up, washed up, changed into a clean long gown, picked up his briefcase, and headed to school in high spirits, facing the rising sun.
……
The days that followed became routine and monotonous.
By day, he was Professor Su, a gentle and learned scholar at Nanyang Public School.
At night, he was a martial arts fanatic who engaged in self-torture in the small villa.
Aside from his daily unwavering practice of standing meditation, medicinal baths, and striking, Su Changming devoted all his remaining energy to the Sword Shadow Stone.
Inside that red orb of light, he accompanied the boy as he practiced swordsmanship again and again.
From the most basic slashing, to footwork coordination, and then to the understanding of sword intent.
Each time I exit this space, my memories become blurred.
But each time he woke up, his eyes would be sharper than the day before, and his sword would be more steady.
Time flies like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
For the past month, Sheng Beach has been unusually calm.
That so-called holy sect seemed to have vanished without a trace, and never made any further noise.
Even the Demon Suppression Division never contacted him again.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
Finally, on a dark and windy night...
Su Changming stood up from the tub full of dark medicinal bath water.
"Click—"
As he clenched his fist slightly, his bones cracked like popping beans.
He stood naked in front of the mirror.
Her originally fair skin remained fair and had not turned bronze.
But in the instant Su Changming had a thought...
"Buzz!"
His pores instantly closed, as if a series of gates had been opened, locking in the heat and blood within his body.
The skin surface gleamed with a jade-like luster.
According to Ling, this is Jade Dragon Skin, and after being combined with special stance training and medicinal baths taught by her, it is obviously much stronger than ordinary skin-training materials.
He casually picked up a sharp knife and slashed his arm hard.
"Sizzle—"
A sound like metal clashing and scraping rang out.
The knife sliced through, but left no mark whatsoever.
"call……"
Su Changming exhaled a long breath, his pores instantly opened, and a burst of scorching white steam gushed out from his body, like a steamer opening its lid.
"Ninth Rank, Skin Refining Realm, achieved."
Although he had only just begun, he could feel that his physical strength had undergone a qualitative leap.
Now, he can lift a stone lock weighing a thousand pounds with one hand, and ten ordinary strong men cannot even get close to him.
at the same time.
Inside the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, the mist of soul power had become extremely dense, and at its very center, it was almost condensing into crystal-clear liquid soul power.
He is just one step away from becoming a ninth-grade Spirit Master contractor.
"good."
Ling's figure appeared, and looking at Su Changming's body, which finally resembled a human again, she nodded, a rare occurrence.
"This month of training wasn't in vain; I've barely managed to escape the category of weakling."
Su Changming chuckled, in a great mood.
……
School life was quite peaceful during this month.
Professor William was depressed for several days after that incident.
When he reappeared in class, the once spirited British gentleman looked somewhat haggard, with sunken eyes and even his once meticulously styled blond hair was a bit messy.
But he still insisted on attending Su Changming's classes, only he no longer asked questions as actively as before. Most of the time, he would just sit in the corner in a daze or frantically write and draw something in his notebook.
Su Changming had initially been suspicious of him, but later found an opportunity to investigate his laboratory, only to discover nothing.
He also received David's autopsy report, which seemed to indicate that he had simply drunk too much alcohol, which led to his fall.
Regarding the small hole on the back of his neck, Su Changming asked Jiang Huai, who told him that the autopsy did not find any hole.
This made him wonder if he had misread it at the time.
As for his "fiancée" Yao Xiwei.
At school, she acted extremely coldly.
Aside from necessary academic exchanges, she never took the initiative to contact Su Changming, as if the "praise" that day was really a lie made up by Yao Xian.
The two maintained a subtle distance, just like any ordinary teacher and student.
On the contrary, the other girls in the class showed great enthusiasm for the young and handsome Professor Su.
Especially Lin Xiaoman, the short-haired girl with glasses who asked "Do you have a girlfriend?" in the first class.
This girl appears quiet and reserved on the surface, but she's actually quite outgoing and often goes to the office, ostensibly to ask questions, but really just to freeload tea and gossip.
Before long, rumors even circulated on campus that "Lin Xiaoman, the bold girl from the Chinese Literature Department, is pursuing Professor Su."
Su Changming could only smile helplessly at this.
He could tell that the girl had clear eyes and no romantic feelings for him; she simply saw him as an idol to admire and an older brother she could joke with.
Although she is two years older than Su Changming.
This peaceful yet vibrant campus life sometimes gave him the illusion that he was just an ordinary teacher.
However, Su Changming looked out the window.
The old locust tree has sprouted tender green buds.
A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky.
A storm is brewing.