Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 347 - 234 A Night Listening to Spring Rain (Request for Subscription)

Chapter 347: Chapter 234 A Night Listening to Spring Rain (Request for Subscription)

The man holding the blade looked ordinary, no different from before.

Yet now he had a blade in his hand.

With the crescent-like curved blade appearing in his hand, his entire demeanor underwent a drastic transformation.

At this moment, he was no longer an attendant at the inn, but a swordsman of extraordinary grace.

Murong watched this person, and the blade, for a long while without speaking.

"Do you recognize this blade?" the man asked.

"Anyone who practices the blade would recognize it, though it has not been seen for a long time," Murong replied solemnly.

Holding the crescent-like curved blade, the man said, "Yes, it has been a long time indeed."

The blade, though not seen for a long time, had not rusted, instead, it burst forth with a terrifyingly sharp edge in an instant.

"Thank you, senior, for your help. Are you surnamed Ding by any chance?" Murong bowed and asked.

The man holding the curved blade smiled slightly, sheathed it, and his whole presence returned to ordinariness.

"Like me, surnamed Ding and a user of the blade; yet the difference is vast. Now I am just an attendant named Ding at this inn," Ding said to Murong.

Murong earnestly asked, "Senior, why are you still Ding?"

"Because I have not yet grasped the true essence of the Divine Blade, thus I am still Ding," Ding replied.

From here, it was hard to determine his age, yet he conveyed a sense of desolate loneliness.

Murong knew well this feeling. Even a swordsman of dazzling talent, when facing an insurmountable bottleneck, might never get past it, thus falling into decline.

At this time, he checked Ning Qing’s pulse and found her merely unconscious, showing a troubled expression and saying, "Senior, I apologize, I need to excuse myself for a moment."

"May I ask where the restroom is?"

Ding displayed a slightly embarrassed surprised expression.

Murong also felt the awkwardness and hurriedly explained, "It’s all that fat lady’s fault, she nearly made me crap myself."

Ding pointed to the right, and Murong quickly ran towards it with his pants held up.

Then he ran back immediately and asked, "Senior, do you have any paper?"

"No paper, a bamboo slip will do."

Hearing this, Ding looked at him as if he were seeing a monster.

Murong left in a hurry and returned just as quickly, leaving only chaos in the inn.

Thief Ghost Heitu and Lei Laosan and others sat on nearby tree branches. Though they hadn’t had time to thoroughly observe the battlefield, they still found it thrilling.

Even merely the Sword Light that sliced the Ba Mountain Taoist into pieces was enough for them to brag about for a year or two.

Not everyone has the opportunity to witness such a grand battle.

Clearly, in this battle, Murong had emerged victorious.

Hei Tu and Lei Laosan also broke out in a cold sweat. Murong’s swordsmanship was significantly higher than they had anticipated, at least higher by an entire floor or two. If they hadn’t promptly returned their blades and apologized at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The inn was very quiet, Ding had already started tidying up the tables and chairs.

As soon as Murong returned, he tossed him the Blood Shadow Mad Blade.

Murong caught it, his eyes flickering.

While he was defecating, he had sorted through his thoughts and surmised who this Ding was.

If his family’s elder’s "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" once brought the Murong Family to its zenith, then regarded as "The World’s Number One Divine Blade", after the elder’s unfortunate demise in his later years when the Murong Family started to decline, a swordsman surnamed Ding took over the title of "The World’s Number One."

And the swordsman surnamed Ding used a crescent-like curved blade.

A blade like the crescent moon.

This blade was truly a Demon Blade, and the swordmanship practiced by Ding was also a demonized form.

This swordsman surnamed Ding, named Sheng, was like a dazzling meteor in the world of the sword path.

He rose from obscurity to "The World’s Number One Demon Blade" in an extremely short time, hence he shone as bright as a startled swan.

Even Old Demon Duan, who achieved notoriety within over a year, did not rise as quickly.

Unfortunately, the price of this sword technique was demonization, known as "One Divine Blade Slash."

With this one technique, gods and demons could not hinder.

Ding Sheng had once defeated the Sword God Xie Dufeng with this slash.

Regrettably, after becoming "The World’s Number One", Ding Sheng soon fell into loneliness and spent his days in hedonistic pleasure, leaving behind numerous offspring.

Before long, he went mad and perished by self-detonation in Lin’an before everyone’s eyes.

It was said that his self-detonation obliterated several streets, and the dust in the air resembled a mushroom cloud.

After the death of Ding Sheng, the crescent-like curved blade was contested by various powers in the Martial World, reportedly ending up in the hands of Ding Sheng’s descendants.

In subsequent years in the Martial World, the crescent-like curved blade never shone as brightly as it did during its time as "The World’s Number One Demon Blade," but no one could forget that blade.

A blade that simply with its occasional appearance, was enough to dazzle everyone.

Murong had not expected to see this blade tonight.

Nor to have his life saved by it.

At this moment, Ding asked, "Between you and Duan Yun’s swordsmanship, who has the better skill?"

Murong pondered and replied, "I fear he is slightly better than me."

"How much exactly?" Ding continued to inquire.

Murong’s expression turned serious and said, "If he uses only the blade, one level higher, but if it’s a combination of sword and blade, more than one and a half levels."

Hearing this answer, Ding couldn’t help but sigh, "Truly, the youth are to be feared. With people like you in the world of the blade, I won’t feel lonely."

Murong looked at the still unconscious Ning Qing, perplexed, and said, "Senior, I have a question I’d like to ask: why is everyone after her?"

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