Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 94: Divine Weapon Recognizes Its Master
He spoke respectfully, but there was still a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

In the next sentence, he suddenly changed his tone, adding a touch of cautious flattery, almost as if he were suppressing his excitement:
"In the secret vault, there is a divine weapon called 'Broken Snow'."

His eyes flickered slightly: "This weapon has remained silent for a thousand years and has been without a master for a hundred years. Successive generations of the Marquis of Wu's family have tried to activate it, but none have succeeded. Some have even been seriously injured and coughed up blood."

He paused, then lowered his head and added in an almost inaudible voice:
"Today... perhaps we can get a glimpse of it."

After saying that, he stepped aside, leaving the main entrance clear.

Chu Ning remained calm and silent, his gaze sweeping lightly over the towering bronze gate.

He stepped forward and placed his palm on the "ice pattern mark" in the center of the bronze door.

"Boom——"

In an instant, the bronze door trembled from within, the array patterns were activated, and ice patterns spread all over it, as if a sleeping ancient beast had awakened.

A chill swept in from inside the door, but it was no ordinary chill; rather, it was the chill of thunder and snow.

Inside the secret vault was a magnificent octagonal ice array altar.

The soldiers lay dormant, and the air was thick with a chilling, murderous intent etched by time.

In the center, dozens of weapons were inserted into the spirit-patterned stone platform: there was a nine-ringed heavy spear, a dragon-slaying ancient sword, a flying mace with flowing fire, a pair of wind and thunder rings... Each one was radiant with light and exuded a powerful spiritual pressure, as if it would automatically break free from its seal at any moment.

Only at the very center stood the black and gold longsword, its surface covered in snow-like patterns and sealed with lightning energy, seemingly dormant or waiting.

“That is ‘Broken Snow’.” Qin Henian’s voice was hoarse as he added in a low voice, “A divine weapon of thunder and snow that has been sealed for a hundred years.”

Chu Ning looked at the knife, and his heart inexplicably tightened.

The lightning energy within his body stirred quietly, and as if he were being called by an old acquaintance, lightning patterns silently appeared on his skin.

He slowly stepped into the Bagua Ice Formation.

With each step, the ice patterns on the ground would suddenly light up, as if in response.

Qin Henian held his breath. He had personally witnessed two sons of the Marquis's family attempt to draw their swords, only to fail and suffer a backlash from the sword's intent, causing their heart meridians to stagnate and spit out both ice and lightning blood.

At this moment, Chu Ning neither spoke nor asked, but simply walked closer to the stone platform, step by step.

"drink--"

He roared and stomped his foot, causing the lightning patterns to shatter inch by inch.

"His-"

The moment the ice array shattered, the entire altar trembled, and the black and gold longsword "Snowbreaker" in the center trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared in the air. It was the sword spirit of "Broken Snow," which condensed into a silver-armored phantom, pointing its sword directly at Chu Ning.

"If you want to wield my blade, first cut my form."

Enveloped in illusory lightning, he unleashed hundreds of strikes in an instant, each imbued with the essence of lightning.

Chu Ning had no sword in his hand, relying only on his fists and palms, using lightning breath as his blade, to fight fiercely.

"boom.!"

The first strike was like a thunderbolt from the sky, causing the secret vault to tremble and the mountains to roar.

Without moving an inch, Chu Ning unleashed a barrage of punches, crackling with lightning energy, his fists piercing the air as he clashed head-on with the lightning blade.

The lightning shadows and human figures intertwined like phantoms, each collision exploding with golden lightning patterns. Thunder surged within the secret vault, resembling a lightning-filled purgatory. Chu Ning was shaken so badly that his blood churned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his shoulders and arms cracked inch by inch. He looked like a piece of firewood that could be burned out at any moment.

But he did not back down.

Even with his body covered in wounds, he still clenched his fists and faced the battle.

As the fifty-ninth strike landed, Chu Ning's internal energy became disordered, and his lightning aura dissipated.

He finally used his last trump card.

He suddenly gripped the fox head pendant around his neck and whispered, "Qingli, lend me a wisp of cold air!"

The pendant suddenly lit up with a faint bluish-white light, like the first aurora of the far north, chilling to the bone, yet exuding a sacred and pure power.

Chu Ning's right arm was filled with lightning energy, while his left arm was surrounded by frost.

Frost and thunder combined!

The thunder carried a chill, and the chill concealed thunder. Its aura suddenly surged, transforming into a crackling flash of ice and lightning, which slashed out with a deafening roar.

The phantom of the sword spirit trembled for the first time.

The lightning bolt formed from the frost and thunder, like a flash of light in the long winter sky, actually forced its lightning shadow blade momentum back half a step.

It paused slightly, and as the eerie light swirled, a rare look of astonishment and stare appeared in its eyes.

"Frost and Lightning... can they really be combined into one?"

The voice contained hesitation, probing, and even a hint of undisguised wavering.

However, it still raised the thunder blade in its hand in the end.

The final strike, brimming with power, unleashed a torrent of lightning, its intent solidified like a judgment from heaven and earth.

It is unwilling to admit defeat easily. As the spirit of "Broken Snow", it has never yielded to anyone in the past hundred years. How can it be defeated here?

But at that moment, a deep, abyss-like thunder vein within Chu Ning's body suddenly trembled.

A thunderous sound quietly resounded from the depths of his heart.

It is neither frost thunder nor blue thunder, but the most rare and precious thunder in the origin of thunder: the thunder of the heart.

"--break!"

With a low growl, Chu Ning's entire body surged with lightning energy, his heart pounded like a war drum, and lightning traveled from his dantian to his spine, then to his arms and brows, converging in his fists and shooting straight into the sky.

At that moment, heaven and earth stood still.

The phantom of the sword spirit looked horrified, as if it had sensed some indescribable power.

That is not thunder obtained through external means, nor thunder controlled by nature, but the true ultimate way of thunder, where thunder arises from the heart and is controlled by intention.

This was the only true understanding he gleaned on the brink of death under the "Radiant Sun Thunder Lock".

"boom--"

Lightning tore through the void, unleashing a bolt of mental lightning, its lightning as sharp as a blade, its intent as profound as the heart. The illusory lightning armor shattered, the blade spirit's body trembled violently, and the lightning shadows around it crumbled inch by inch. All arrogance vanished from its eyes, replaced by a gaze as if a god had descended to earth.

It slowly lowered its head, knelt on one knee, and a look of reverence and joy flowed from its dim eyes.

"You... control thunder with your heart. You can hold me."

After speaking, the sword spirit transformed into a silver lightning bolt, let out a long cry, and slowly disappeared into the "Broken Snow" sword.

The blade's markings were reforged, and the thunder's power naturally subsided.

Chu Ning, covered in blood and with a fluctuating aura, stepped forward and slowly reached out his hand.

The instant he touched it, the entire Secret Vault Altar burst forth with golden light, the sky seemed to hang upside down, and a curtain of light appeared on the blade.

Frost surged, lightning patterns swirled, the seal shattered, and the ice sheath crumbled.

"Roar--"

A chilling thunderous roar suddenly erupted, as if the dragon's roar, transformed from thunder and snow, had awakened at Chu Ning's fingertips.

The next instant, the Broken Snow Sword, which no one had been able to remove for a hundred years, sang softly as it detached from the stone platform and flew into Chu Ning's palm.

The blade flashed, and thunder and snow cleaved the soul.

"Zheng——"

The hilt of the sword fell into his hand, and a clear ringing sound resounded in the secret vault, as if the entire space trembled for this true master.

Qin Henian was stunned, almost kneeling down.

"He actually... pulled it out..."

"A divine weapon that has remained untouched for a century has voluntarily... recognized a master?"

His throat was dry, and he murmured, "Lei Ji Dao Jun... truly... is destined for greatness."

Chu Ning slowly sheathed the Broken Snow Blade. The frost and lightning on the blade had not dissipated, and only the lightning marks on his palm were still pulsating slightly.

"Nice knife."

He spoke calmly, then turned and stepped out of the secret vault.

As the thunder and snow subsided, a green shadow appeared, carrying a long sword.

Hyogo behind him, however, seemed still immersed in the thunderous roar of that attack, unable to calm down for a long time.

Deep within the Wuhou Mansion, the heavy stone gate slowly closed amidst the lingering echoes of thunder.

"Boom..."

The stone gate sealed away a century of silence once more, but the figure that stepped out seemed to carry the aura of a divine weapon being born; with one step, the world became clear.

Chu Ning walked out slowly, his tattered blue robe fluttering slightly in the wind under the corridor. The hem of the robe was torn and mottled, and the cuffs were worn white and charred black, as if he had walked through a thunder and fire without being stained.

He did not deliberately release his aura, yet there were still traces of lightning behind him, as if a thunderbolt was hidden in silence.

At his waist, the divine weapon named "Broken Snow" rested quietly, its edge still concealed, yet it caused a barely perceptible chill to tremble in the void.

Xie Mingli was already waiting in the corridor.

She stood in plain clothes before the blue stone steps, with bells hanging from the eaves behind her, tinkling softly when the wind blew. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, falling on her hair and shoulders, casting a warm hue like gold dusted on twilight snow.

She had initially worried that the "Broken Snow" weapon was still a dangerous object, but the moment she saw Chu Ning emerge from seclusion safely, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, like the moon shining brightly after the clouds had parted.

"You actually chose 'Broken Snow'."

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with barely suppressed satisfaction and a hint of... amazement.

Chu Ning nodded slightly, gently stroking the hilt of the knife with his palm.

That divine weapon, which once made countless geniuses cough up blood and hesitate to advance, now hangs quietly at his waist, as if it were fused with his bloodline and in harmony with his thunderous breath.

He drew his knife half an inch; the blade was still slightly rusted, but a wisp of silvery, cold light shone from the tip, like a flash of lightning in the night snow.

"You could say it was... a mutual selection between us."

Upon hearing this, Xie Mingli bit her lip lightly, her eyes trembling slightly, before finally letting out a soft smile.

"This sword was once the legacy of 'Thunder Lord,' buried in the Sea of ​​Thunder three hundred years ago, its lineage once severed. I never expected..." She looked at Chu Ning, her voice gentle and soft, "that it would now reappear in the mortal world with you alone."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted downwards, landing on the tattered hem of his robe, and her brow furrowed slightly.

“But this outfit…” she paused, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes, “is too shabby, not at all like the renowned ‘Thunder Blade Master’ who is famous in the arena.”

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand.

Behind him, a black-armored attendant respectfully stepped forward, holding up a carved black jade tray with both hands, his steps steady as a guard.

On the tray lay a brand-new robe—the base was dark blue, with lightning patterns subtly hidden within the fabric, and the silver edges were as white as snow. The collar was embroidered with a lightning-sealing rune using silkworm silk, exuding a chilling sharpness within its composure.

Chu Ning glanced at it and knew that this garment was no ordinary item. It contained spiritual patterns inside and concealed its sharpness on the outside. It was enough to withstand the backlash of a martial artist's true energy and even had a certain ability to break through magic.

Xie Mingli's eyes flickered, and she personally picked up a corner of his robe and slowly helped him change.

“I know you don’t like these formalities.” Her voice was soft, her fingers light and deliberate, yet earnest to the point of reverence. “So… I prepared it in advance.”

With each layer of clothing that fell away, it was as if she were wiping away the mottled bloodstains and old marks of weariness from his body.

She gently removed the black iron hairpin, combed his white hair, and then tied the hairpin back securely.

Lightning flashed across his shoulders, his silver hair flew, and he donned a black robe.

At that moment, Chu Ning was like a young swordsman emerging from the wind, snow and thunder, bearing the sharpness of snow and thunder, with a cold and firm gaze, and an aura like a long wind at the foot of a cliff, calm yet capable of tearing the sky apart at any moment.

Xie Mingli took a small step back and stood beside him, as if her identity at this moment was no longer that of a young lady from the Marquis of Wu's mansion, but rather the shadow behind the master of the Thunder Blade, both quiet and radiant, just right.

"Alright." She looked at him, her eyes softening instantly. "Now you are worthy of the title 'Thunder Blade Master'."

Chu Ning lowered his head, glanced at the "Broken Snow" sword at his waist, and smiled slightly:
“But I prefer you to call me 'Chu Ning'.”

Xie Mingli was slightly taken aback, her eyes glazed over, and her ears turned red without her noticing. She quietly turned her head and said, "...Glib-tongued."

The wind rises, the bell rings, but the sword's clash remains silent.

(End of this chapter)