Diligence System: From Servant to Martial King-Chapter 387 - 284: Riding the Crane West, Heavy Pupils Enhanced, Second Turbid Garment? Evil Spirit at the Door_4
The sand mist was originally scattered and diffused, without any pattern, floating and expanding in all directions. However, her sword momentum was unique. When she drew back the wooden sword, the sand mist seemed invisibly guided, following the sword’s movement. At a glance, it appeared like a yellow ribbon hanging on the sword.
Before long... the sand mist transformed completely into a few dozen feet of pale yellow ribbons. Nangong Liuli moved with the sword, spiraling around, and the ribbons also lightly circled with her.
She suddenly twisted her wrist to withdraw the sword. The ribbons gathered into sand, sliding down the wooden sword, returning to the mixed soil in the courtyard. But this falling sand was already finer and smoother, distinct from mundane dust.
Nangong Liuli used the technique "Gathering Muddy Clothes" in this sword move. The profundity of the Nangong Sky-Encompassing Sword lay in the sword techniques’ extensive and deep nature, also concealing many mysterious aspects like "Ethereal Immortal Sound" and "Muddy Clothes Draping". When wielded, the sword move had ample room for additional unique attributes. Thus, the same move yields different effects, just as "No matter where you go, North, South, East, or West, all paths are unobstructed, all are righteous roads."
The "Basic Martial Arts" of great family names turn out to be deeper and more refined.
Nangong Liuli drank tea, feeling a sudden bout of difficulty and boredom, and thus began sketching illustrations of the Five Elements to pass the time. Suddenly, she felt an ominous wind blowing, her hair stood on end, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
She frowned uneasily, thinking: "Such sensations don’t arise without cause. Could it be... there are Flower Cage Sect thieves taking advantage of Flower Wu-Cuo’s absence, sneaking into the Cyan Ox Residence? Hmph! If it’s indeed like this, I won’t hesitate to show no mercy." Holding the wooden sword, gathering energy in her chest, her steps light, she patrolled around the residence. She inspected all entrances and exits of the building.
She suffered enough losses from the Flower Cage Sect, knowing their formations to capture were extremely formidable. But in single combat, they were insignificant. Since they snuck in, no matter how well they hide, they can’t escape her search.
However, after a round of searching, she saw no sign of anyone. Furrowing her brows, she remained puzzled. Unable to find anyone, she resigned. Returning to the West chamber, removing her boots, she sat cross-legged to quieten her mind.
Soon, night fell, and as she opened the window, the sky was dark and overcast. Last night the moon was round like a basin, but today it’s blocked by clouds.
Seeing the pitch-black, fearsome twilight, as if it were falling directly on her, she felt uneasy, worrying about Li Xian’s safety. In the dark, she lit a candle and paced fretfully back and forth. Suddenly, she heard two "click-click" sounds, seemingly coming from the vermillion gate.
Nangong Liuli was overjoyed, immediately hurrying to the outer courtyard, about to open the door to welcome, but upon touching the door latch, she felt something was amiss... the place was eerily silent, deathly still.
Nangong Liuli frowned and said, "Is it you, Flower Wu-Cuo?" She heard no response from outside the door. Nangong Liuli said, "Annoying brother, if you keep teasing me, I’ll get angry and won’t open the door for you again."
Still, there was no response. She was terrified, her pretty face turning pale, seeing gray mist swirling around, chilling aura penetrating deeply, the cold indescribable. She recalled there was an attic in the house, towering at four or five dozen feet, vaguely visible to view the street scene.
She immediately climbed the attic, lifting her eyes to observe from the high ground. Outside the vermillion gate, indeed an apparition stood, clad in coarse cloth hemp clothing, with an exceedingly pale complexion.
He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. The knocking sounded as if it shook her soul, heard as an indescribable irritant. Nangong Liuli’s expression changed drastically, her face turning pale. At this time, the Dynasty was in turmoil, demons deceived the world, and ghostly entities indeed existed.
Cold sweat streamed down her face, calculating the time, mid-July, when the ghost gate opens.
In this brief moment, the night grew even darker.
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...
Noon just passed.
Li Xian turned onto Cyan Ox Street, gazing at the tall buildings lining the street. The bustling murmur of voices surrounded him, native residents and Flower Cage Sect disciples mingling amongst the street, all indistinguishable.
He painfully left the gentle homeland to journey to the island within an island to purchase Martial Arts. Over several days, he repeatedly reflected on past Martial Arts, contemplating his strengths, weaknesses, characteristics, considering many factors. Whether to enhance strengths, make up for deficiencies, or consider other possibilities.
Now he had the answer.
