Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 97 If the world is in chaos, then let the thunder blade cleave through the darkness.
Under the lamplight, the blood-ink scroll trembled slightly, as if the twelve evil spirits were spying in the darkness.

Chu Ning clenched his fists, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"But is power all they want...?"

Song Cang slowly shook his head, his eyes growing increasingly cold:
"more than."

“Even worse, some have embarked on the path of ‘blood sacrifice for immortality’.”

He tapped the pattern of the blood sacrifice tower on the jade slip with his fingers, his voice low and suppressed:
"Legend has it that... if twelve spirit bloods are used as a sacrifice and millions of living souls are used as a medium, one can defy fate, break the lifespan limit of humanity, and achieve an eternal and indestructible body."

Song Cang paused, his gaze fixed on Chu Ning, his voice like a hammer blow piercing the heart:

"Spiritual Blood Primer..."

"They are their primary targets."

“If your elder sister is truly the catalyst for the spiritual blood, she will be relentlessly hunted down until…”

His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder rising from the earth:

"Until death, until blood runs dry and the soul is extinguished."

"In their eyes, she is hope, and everything."

The air suddenly froze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Chu Ning suddenly stood up, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He let out a low growl, lightning flashing in his eyes:

"Then...where are they?"

After speaking, he raised his hand and suddenly ripped open the front of his shirt.

"Snapped!"

Amidst the sound of tearing silk, the black robe billowed and fluttered, its patterns swirling like lightning.

In the center of his chest, a dark red blood pattern coiled like a snake, slowly writhing as if alive. Deep within the pattern, a faint blood light seeped out, like a sleeping demonic eye, exuding a suffocating eeriness.

Song Cang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned ashen white in an instant.

He staggered half a step, grabbed the table for support, and his voice was hoarse and almost broken:

"What is this? Who planted it in you?"

Chu Ning lowered his eyes and spoke coldly:
"Swallowing the Abyss".

The two words struck like thunderbolts, causing the lights inside the room to shake violently.

Song Cang's knuckles turned white as he gripped the table tightly, his chest heaving, almost thinking he had misheard.

"Who... did you say?" he exclaimed.

Chu Ning's eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he calmly nodded:
"Tun Yuan, before you were suppressed, you planted this blood curse within me. If it cannot be removed soon..."

"One day, I will become a monster who only knows how to kill."

The atmosphere inside the room instantly froze, as if it were frozen.

Song Cang took a deep breath, his aged fingers trembling slightly, and a deep fear, rarely seen in his eyes, surfaced.

He slowly sat down, his gaze fixed on the blood curse, like a living pattern, on Chu Ning's chest, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder:

"Swallowing Abyss...the number one evil spirit on the Seven Provinces List."

"In the past, three states were stained with blood and thousands of cities were burned. Thirty years ago, he was ambushed and severely injured by the First-Class Pavilion and sealed away. Everyone thought he was dead."

"But unexpectedly, he has been living a life of parasitism by using blood curses until now."

He looked up at Chu Ning, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's an incredible miracle that you've survived to this day."

Chu Ning remained expressionless, and simply said in a soft voice:

"We can only suppress it temporarily."

Song Cang's eyes were filled with complex emotions as he slowly nodded:
"If the Blood Curse of Devouring Abyss is still within you, you could lose control at any moment. What's even more terrifying is..."

He paused for a moment, lowering his voice, as if afraid of startling something:
"If the Blood Curse completely devours your Thunderous Fiend, Devouring Abyss can be reborn through your body."

"At that time, you will no longer be yourself."

"Instead, it has merged with the Devouring Abyss, becoming an even more terrifying existence than the original."

"Does my senior uncle have a solution?" Chu Ning slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Song Cang said in a deep voice:
"It is no longer possible to completely break the Blood Curse of Devouring Abyss using conventional methods."

"The only way..."

"Only by finding a first-rank martial artist and asking him to take action can this blood curse be completely eradicated."

Chu Ning's eyes were cold as she spoke in a low voice:
"First-grade warrior..."

Song Cang nodded, his expression extremely solemn:
"Moreover, the less noise the better. If you alert the Blood Refining Hall, they will stop at nothing to kill you and take back the 'Blood Curse'."

"Because for them, the Blood Curse of the Devouring Abyss is also a supreme source of power."

The air was dead.

The firelight flickered slightly in the wind, casting Chu Ning's shadow long and tall.

He slowly rose, his cloak billowing, and the thunderous intent flowing endlessly within his body, as if the sea of ​​thunder in the heavens was about to overturn.

"In that case, I'll make as much noise as possible so I can find them."

A storm raged through Chu Ning's heart, like a thousand thunderbolts rolling by.

Song Cang narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice:
"How do you plan to lure out the Blood Refining Hall?"

Chu Ning:

"Simple."

"kill."

"If they manage to storm the Blood Refining Hall, they'll have to be careful of me."

"To carve out a name that the imperial court, the martial arts world, and evil spirits cannot ignore..."

"Thunder Blade Lord".

Chu Ning stood amidst the shattered light and shadow, his fist slowly opening and closing, lightning dancing between his fingers like a sea of ​​lightning about to explode.

……

Chu Ning slowly stepped out of Fulong Residence.

As dusk settled, the streets of the prefectural city teemed with people and carriages, their lights creating a vibrant and bustling scene.

He walked alone in the crowd, out of place amidst the surging throng. The cries of vendors, the shouts of hawkers, and the laughter of children filled his ears, yet seemed distant, as if separated by an invisible curtain.

His steps were steady, yet it was as if he were walking on an invisible river, being pushed forward step by step by the turbulent current.

Along the way, the Qingyang Wang family was destroyed, a hundred battles were fought in the Qingyun Arena, the Thunder Fiend Blood Curse was used, the Spirit Blood Catalyst was used, and the Blood Refining Hall was built...

Every step he took seemed to be something he wasn't taking voluntarily, but rather something he was being forcibly swept forward by the torrent of fate.

Never before have I realized this so clearly:

I never had a choice.

Even though each strike seems fierce and bloody, ultimately—

He was nothing more than a trapped beast, weighed down by a high wall built up by the times, bloodline, cause and effect, and hatred.

He wasn't walking; he was being pushed.

Just like the crowded flow of people around me right now, wave after wave, countless unfamiliar faces brushing past, countless blurry figures fading into the distance.

No one really stays, and no one cares where you're being pushed.

Chu Ning lowered his eyes, the lightning in them flickering slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotions surging in his heart.

"Perhaps, the future will be the same..." he murmured to himself, his voice so low that it was swallowed by the wind.

Sweeped along, step by step, they walked into deeper darkness.

Forced to do so, he used a thunder blade to carve out a path to survival.

Forced to do so, even if there is an abyss ahead, one must build a bridge with one's flesh and blood and cross it.

The wind howled in from the alley entrance, making his green robe flutter.

Chu Ning, however, silently quickened his pace, like a rusty iron nail, moving forward against all the tides.

He didn't know what lay at the end.

But he knew that if he didn't leave, he would be swallowed up by the surging crowd, becoming an unnamed bubble, disappearing without leaving even a ripple.

Therefore, no matter if what lies beneath your feet is a minefield, a sea of ​​fire, or a mountain of countless bones.

He too will walk step by step to the end.

Walk your own path.

"If the world is in chaos, then let the thunder blade cleave through the darkness!"

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the alleyway ahead.

Accompanied by several ear-piercing shouts and the sounds of fists and feet clashing, a violent aura exploded in the bustling city.

The crowd, like a flock of crows startled into flight, hurriedly scattered, making way for an open space.

Chu Ning frowned slightly and turned to look.

In the center of the crowd, a thin man was being beaten by several disciples of the Cold Mountain Sect. Their fists rained down and their footsteps thundered, leaving him in a sorry state. Even his screams were choked by blood, and he could only curl up helplessly, trying to protect his vital organs.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose and face were bruised and swollen, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

But Chu Ning was startled after just one glance.

"Shen Yan?"

He once saved a fur merchant outside Qingyang County.

He was also the only person who didn't kick someone when they were down or betray them during those most difficult days.

When she left, she asked him to stay in the city and wait for her.

But unexpectedly... after returning, I forgot him in the sea of ​​people.

Chu Ning's fingertips trembled slightly, and lightning patterns silently appeared in his palm.

The disciples of the Cold Mountain Sect were dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with sharp blades at their waists. They all had fierce expressions, especially the leader, who had a hideous scar on his face and a cold gaze.

The scarred man kicked Shen Yan to the ground, spat disdainfully, and sneered:

"A mere remnant of the Wang family dares to flaunt his status in the prefectural city?"

"I'm not here to beat you up, but to establish the authority of the Hanshan Sect and let everyone in this city know who's in charge now!"

The surrounding people fell silent, bowing their heads and making way.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to step forward.

At the middle level of the tenth rank, the scarred man's aura had clearly reached the rank of tenth, making him an unattainable figure in the eyes of the ordinary people of this prefecture.

Moreover, the Wang family has been destroyed, the Heavenly Thunder Sect has been abolished, and now the Cold Mountain Sect's name is rampant in the region. How could ordinary people dare to interfere?
Shen Yan huddled on the ground, blood mixed with mud blurring his vision, but he gritted his teeth, remaining silent, and tightly protecting the thing wrapped in a tattered cloth in his arms.

That was his only thought.

Chu Ning stood at the street corner, his black robe fluttering slightly, and lightning flashing in his eyes.

A cold wind blew in from the end of the alley, swirling up scraps of paper on the ground and making a tearing sound.

He stepped forward slowly, his fingertips gently resting on the hilt of the Broken Snow Blade.

At that moment, he did not hesitate for a moment.

Even though the Hanshan Sect is a sect, and even though taking action will inevitably bring countless troubles.

But the person in front of him was a "friend" he had taken in.

Just as the scarred man was about to kick again, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The next instant, a hand had already gripped his ankle.

The force was so great, like five iron clamps, that it pulled him so hard he staggered.

The scarred man looked up in horror, meeting those cold, golden eyes.

"you wanna die?"

He roared and drew his knife with a backhand motion.

However, before he could even draw out half an inch of the cold light, Chu Ning had already raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A seemingly ordinary slap, yet it struck like a thunderbolt.

With a sharp crack, half of the scarred man's cheek caved in, and he was sent flying backward in mid-air, spinning and crashing into several Cold Mountain Sect disciples. He rolled several feet away until he broke a blue stone pillar before finally stopping, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and half of his teeth broken.

The entire street fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned, as if they couldn't understand how this white-haired, black-clad youth could send a Cold Mountain Sect disciple flying like a dead dog with a single slap.

(End of this chapter)