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Chapter 87: A mysterious girl showed up, and even the system did not dare to investigate her.
Conduct electricity?
Qin Yu felt his worldview collapse when he heard that.
Everyone here was talking mysticism, why were you bringing up science?
So he assumed he had merely been careless, and once the numbness eased a little, he bent down to pick up the sword on the ground again.
The fight had not truly begun.
He still wanted to prove himself!
“Aaaah… !”
Unexpectedly, the previous scene replayed the moment Qin Yu grasped the hilt… the instant he touched it his body convulsed as though he were having a seizure.
He simply could not hold the sword at all.
Whoosh…
The onlookers all drew in a sharp breath.
“Good grief, why is that sword still sparking?”
“It seems to be Senior Brother Ning’s lightning power… just what terrifying thunder art has he cultivated?”
“That move absolutely hard-counters sword cultivators, it is a perfect counter!”
In an instant everyone acted as though they had discovered a new world.
So to deal with a sword cultivator you just needed to master a thunder technique.
Make him unable to lift his sword!
Ordinary lightning arts could never achieve this; Ning Bei relied on that drop of Thunder-Dragon essence blood, so the lightning he commanded was anything but ordinary.
“How could this be happening?”
Qin Yu was completely stunned.
He had meant to prove himself… even if he lost to Ning Bei he would at least amaze the crowd… yet now he could not even pick up his sword.
What kind of absurd counter logic was this?
In all his years he had never heard of a sword cultivator who feared electricity!
“Did you not ask me to witness your swordplay?”
Ning Bei suddenly looked at him, pointed at the sword on the ground, and barked, “Pick up the sword, I told you to pick up the sword!”
“You…”
Qin Yu looked like someone forced to swallow bitter medicine in silence.
Was it that he did not want to pick it up?
He simply did not dare to pick it up!
“Crap King, where did your swagger from a moment ago go?”
“While Senior Brother Ning was away you strutted around; how come you have become mute now?”
“You cannot even hold a sword, you are not worthy of calling yourself a sword cultivator.”
Seeing Qin Yu’s embarrassed fury, Wang Teng and the others showed no mercy.
Qin Yu’s sudden rise had made them suffer, and now they could finally vent their frustration.
He was speechless.
Confronted with the mockery once more, Qin Yu shook with anger and chill.
“Everyone, please give me some face.”
At that moment Li Shen spoke up to smooth things over.
After all, he was Qin Yu’s godfather, and he had seen the boy’s potential these past days, so he ought to protect him.
He believed Qin Yu would remember this and respect him more in the future.
Yet Li Shen did not consider whether Ning Bei, with his current strength, still needed to grant an Elder any face.
The answer was: absolutely not!
Crack…
Ning Bei flicked his wrist, and in a flash a lightning whip gleaming with cold light lashed toward Qin Yu faster than the eye could see.
“Ah…”
Unable to dodge, Qin Yu let out a miserable scream.
Gasp!
When everyone turned their heads, each and every one of them sucked in a cold breath.
They saw Qin Yu’s face split open with a bloody gash, and as he screamed his raised hands did not know whether to cover it or drop away.
“What…?”
Seeing this, Li Shen was at a loss.
Before he could plead, Ning Bei cracked the lightning whip again and ordered, “Pick up the sword; I told you to pick up the sword!”
Qin Yu screamed again.
The searing pain robbed him of all fight, and he shouted, “Wait, Ning Bei… I concede… I concede, can you… ah!”
Before he could finish, Ning Bei lashed out once more.
And so…
A duel that everyone had eagerly awaited suddenly turned comical.
Qin Yu shrieked while darting left and right.
Ning Bei chased after him, striking as he went.
Everyone fell silent.
The crowd looked at one another, not knowing what to say.
Even Li Shen dared not step forward to stop Ning Bei now.
He feared being beaten up along with Qin Yu.
After around a dozen lashes someone shouted, “Senior Brother Ning keeps telling Crap King to pick up the sword… could he be trying to train him?”
“Makes sense; Crap King, hurry and try picking up the sword.”
“?”
Hearing that, Qin Yu once again questioned reality.
At this point he could only grasp at straws, so he braced himself and stooped to grab the sword.
Luckily, after his time spent fleeing, much of the residual lightning had dispersed, and he managed to grip the blade.
Wonderful.
He could finally strike back!
Qin Yu was almost moved to tears.
Yet when he raised the sword and looked at Ning Bei, he saw Ning Bei put away his lightning whip and say earnestly, “You finally chose to pick up your own weapon.”
“Qin Yu, remember this!”
Under everyone’s gaze Ning Bei declared forcefully, “A sword is a sword cultivator’s very limbs; no matter the situation you must never discard your own limbs. Even if unexpected trouble arises as it did today, you must not let go of your sword, do you understand?”
Qin Yu: “???”
Before Qin Yu could respond, Ning Bei turned and walked toward the young woman.
“Jiujiu, let’s go.”
“Mhm~”
Qin Jiujiu gave a sweet smile and left arm in arm with Ning Bei.
Watching Ning Bei’s dashing figure leave, the crowd immediately started buzzing.
“Wow, was Senior Brother Ning just coaching Qin Yu?”
“Ning Bei was right; a sword is a sword cultivator’s limb, and Qin Yu committed a grave taboo by losing his sword just now.”
“So Senior Brother Ning was truly painstaking in his guidance.”
“More than painstaking… he seems to hold great expectations for him!”
Qin Yu fell silent again.
“What the hell?!”
Hearing the chatter around him, Qin Yu mentally collapsed.
Were these people blind? Did they not see Ning Bei beat him to a pulp… how could they call that painstaking guidance?
What kind of twisted guidance almost kills a man?
“Yu’er.”
At that moment Li Shen stepped forward, handed Qin Yu a bundle of pills and spirit herbs, and said, “Quickly take these.”
“Godfather…?”
Qin Yu’s eyes instantly reddened.
Faced with these cultivation resources, warmth flooded his heart… after all, someone truly cared about him.
Unlike those blind fools who told blatant lies!
Ning Bei had clearly been beating him just now but dared call it instruction.
It was downright shameless!
Before Qin Yu could feel happy for even two seconds, Li Shen added:
“I have never seen Ning Bei place such high hopes on any disciple; Yu’er, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Find an opportunity to give these things to Ning Bei to thank him and strive to obtain more guidance from him… it will greatly benefit your future!”
Qin Yu: “???”
The conversation trailed off.
On the other side.
Ning Bei and Qin Jiujiu walked back along the road.
Qin Jiujiu smiled sweetly and asked, “What has you grinning so happily?”
“Am I?”
Ning Bei shook his head and chuckled.
In truth he was indeed happy, not because he had thrashed Qin Yu and earned a pile of Revenge Points.
Rather, despite having disciplined Qin Yu so harshly, the mysterious person who had granted Qin Yu a sword seed had not intervened to help him.
That showed, just as the system had said, that this opportunity had not been bestowed on Qin Yu by the Heavenly Dao.
It was merely an accident.
Moreover, it posed no threat to Ning Bei at all.
“System, who is that mysterious person?”
Ning Bei asked inwardly.
[Replying to Host: Her name is Lin Xiaoxiao, her strength is unknown.]
“Lin Xiaoxiao… strength unknown?”
Ning Bei paused and muttered, “What does unknown mean? Does it mean very strong? What is her background?”
[Replying to Host: The system does not dare to investigate!]
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