The Sword Dynasty Volume 1 Chapter 9: Silkworm in the Dark

Proofreader: Zhu Yuan

An ordinary carriage stopped at an entrance of the fish market, Song Shenshu, who was wearing a large bamboo rain hat and the most common coa.r.s.e linen clothes, came out from the carriage and entered the fish market. He walked to the deepest part of the fish market.

Although there were a lot of practice books and records in Great Qin's Stack of Cla.s.sics, everyone knew that the most important books were stored deep in the palace. Therefore, the officials of Stack of Cla.s.sics were not prominent in Changling in ordinary times, and basically there was not much chance for them to be rewarded and promoted by feats of military service, especially for officials like Song Shenshu, who was in his 40s and had gray hair at his temples. He wouldn't attract much attention at all.

But Song Shenshu was still extremely cautious.

The reason was that he was very satisfied with his life over the past ten years, and even if he had not had the current official position, the fact that he became a pract.i.tioner was satisfying.

In recent years, he had gained a new understanding of his practice skills and found out the auxiliary means that could help him break the limit faster, so he had become more cautious.

Numerous facts had proved that the time of becoming a pract.i.tioner was not important, but the time of breaking the boundary between realms was the most important.

As long as he could successfully break through the boundary and enter the fourth realm this year, the world in front of him would suddenly become vast with infinite possibilities.

After walking silently all the way to the bottom of the fish market, he still did not remove the hat on his head. He bent down and walked along a wooden plank, pa.s.sing under several stilted buildings to a dock.

There was a small boat at this dock.

Without any words, Song Shenshu lifted the curtain on the boat and stepped into it. When the curtain fell behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hat and began to repose.

Except some grey hair at the temples, he was well maintained with rosy complexion and no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The boat began to move, swaying slightly, making Song Shenshu feel very comfortable.

However, a little while later, a cold feeling rose from his heart.

The sailing route of the boat seemed to be different from usual, and the noise around gradually faded away. Only the water was still flowing, which indicated that the boat was sailing towards the most secluded area in the market.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out through the gap in the curtain. He looked at the back of the young boatman in the bow who was in a coir raincoat and punting the boat and asked: "Is it because of the rising water level? It seems that the route we take today is different."

"It is true that the route is different, but it is not because of the rising water level." The "boatman" said. Ding Ning, who was in a coir raincoat and dressed as a boatman on the bow, turned around and looked at Song Shenshu.

His voice was calm, with a hint of sarcasm and pleasure.

Song Shenshu's head felt a pain in an instant.

He was sure that he had never seen this good-looking young man, but the young man's face and tone made him feel very strange, as if he had finally met his old friend.

This strange feeling made him forget to think about what the teenager wanted, but he wanted to know the background of teenager urgently.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" He tried to keep calm and asked softly.

Ding Ning nodded seriously: "Song Shenshu, coachman of Military Forces 14 years ago."

Song Shenshu's face turned pale gradually. This was the old thing he would not like to think of or mention. What made his mind tremble even more was that only those who were very close to him might know about these old things.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He forced down his growing fear and asked again.

Ding Ning looked at him and said softly, "I am one of your creditors, asking you to collect some old debts."

Hearing these words and thinking about some rumors in recent days, Song Shenshu's hands and feet were even colder. He wanted to ask something more. After all, the teenager could not have any old enmity with himself at this age. There must be someone else's instigation behind the whole thing.

However, he just opened his mouth, and before he could make any sound, the young man in front of him had already moved.

Ding Ning's seemingly thin body suddenly gushed out a copious force. The bow suddenly fell down, the stern tilted up and hung up instantly.

His body emerged deftly from under the coir raincoat, and instantly entered the narrow room of the boat. Because of the high speed, the coir raincoat was still hanging in the air without falling.

Song Shenshu's breath suddenly stopped. His right index finger and middle finger were close together, and the other three fingers slightly curved. A red power gushed out from the index finger and middle finger. Before Ding Ning's palm touched his body, Song's power rushed to Ding Ning's ribs in an extremely gentle manner.

At the moment when Ding Ning had just moved, Song actually had other choices.

He could have abandoned the s.h.i.+p and tried his best to escape, at the same time he could have made a lot of noise to get attention from the crowd. After all, the underground black market also had its regulations and rules. The big shots in Changling city would not allow anyone here to unscrupulously destruct the order.

However, at this moment, he concluded that Ding Ning was only a pract.i.tioner who had just arrived in the second realm.

There was a natural and insurmountable gap between every realm of spiritual pract.i.tioners.

The True Yuan - Power Core - in the third realm was the condensation of the aura of heaven and earth. This will cause the huge gap between the power of different realms. What's more, he was no longer a pract.i.tioner who had just entered the third realm. His True Yuan had been grown to the point where it flowed like nectar and could be detached from the body. The top level of the third realm could bring many benefits when fighting against the enemy.

Therefore, he subconsciously believed that Ding Ning was only a cover to attract his attention. There must be more powerful pract.i.tioners hiding and waiting for the most fatal attack.

So even in the seemingly gentle but actually violent process of attacking Ding Ning, most of his attention was not on Ding Ning, but in the surrounding darkness, even under the muddy water.

However, to his surprise, when attacked by his True Yuan power, Ding Ning just let out a snort. His body movements did not stop at all.

Ding Ning's left hand was almost the same as that of Song Shenshu, with his index finger and middle finger pointing to the sword, which severely stabbed in the Zhangmen acupoint between the chest and abdomen of Song Shenshu.

Song Shenshu could not understand how Ding Ning could bear his attack, nor could he understand what use of Ding Ning's stabbing movement.

However, in the next moment, his whole body suddenly froze.

With a loud bang, the raincoat in the air fell, and the tilted stern also fell at the same time, making a splash.

In the air sea in his body, there was also a light cracking sound. The original orderly flowing True Yuan suddenly collapsed into countless trickle, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, scattered into countless acupoints in his body, and began to seep from his flesh and skin.

Countless tiny earthworm-like red True Yuan twisted on the surface of his body, turning the dark boat cabin red as if several red lanterns had been lit inside.

Song Shenshu was filled with great fear.

He knew that there were some defects in some spiritual practices, but he did not even know what the defects were in his "Red Yang Practice".

However, Ding Ning only used such a simple movement to make his True Yuan uncontrollable and make him even unable to control his body. How was that possible?

"How do you know the defects of my practice? Who the h.e.l.l are you? "

After several breaths, he finally forced out his voice, hissing like a dying poisonous snake.

"Red Yang practice is technically an excellent practice method. As long as there are some things containing fire elements that can be used as supplements, the speed of spiritual practice can be greatly accelerated. Therefore, it takes at least 20 years for other pract.i.tioners to reach the top level of the third realm, but you only need half the time to reach there." Ding Ning gasped slightly and sat down opposite Song Shenshu. He looked at Song Shenshu carefully and his hands kept touching the True Yuan on Song Shenshu's skin.

"It's just that this method of practice from the Red Yang Cave of the Great Wei Dynasty has its own huge defects. As long as the Qi in the kidney and water in the body is over-stimulated, it will lead to the complete scattering of True Yuan. When our pract.i.tioners fought with them in the past, we found that many orifices on them were covered with unique protective equipment. Later, when the Red Yang Cave was wiped out and this practice was incorporated into the collection of our Stack of Cla.s.sics, it was found to be defective and remained sealed. I didn't expect you to choose this to practice."

Ding Ning continued to whisper, and at the same time the part of Song Shenshu touched by his hands kept making strange noise. This kind of noise was like countless silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

"Nine-death Silkworms Practice!"

Song Shenshu finally seemed to find something more terrible in this world than his present situation. The flesh and blood in his throat seemed to be torn apart, and he uttered a hoa.r.s.e voice in astonishment, "You are his successor!"