Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Di Yun and Shui Sheng hid deep inside the cave, huddled in a corner, neither of them speaking.

Shui Sheng hugged her knees, burying her face in her arms, her shoulders trembling slightly. It wasn't the cold, but the tension. She didn't know what was happening outside, whether the man named Sun Fan could defeat the Blood Blade Ancestor, or whether they could leave this snow mountain alive.

Di Yun sat beside her, clutching a stone in his hand—his only "weapon." He knew this stone wouldn't kill Blood Blade Ancestor, but if Blood Blade Ancestor really came in, he could at least hold him off and let Shui Sheng escape first.

Footsteps could be heard outside.

It wasn't just one person; it was several people.

Di Yun's heart was in his throat.

He gripped the stone tightly, stood up, and blocked Shui Sheng's path.

The snow at the entrance of the cave was cleared away, and a figure bent over and crawled in.

He was wearing a white robe, with a sword hanging at his waist. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were covered in blood.

Sun Fan.

Di Yun was stunned.

"Brother Sun...?"

Sun Fan looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Still alive?"

Di Yun's tears welled up instantly.

"Brother Sun!" He rushed over and hugged Sun Fan tightly, crying like a child, "I thought...I thought you..."

"You thought I was dead?" Sun Fan patted him on the back. "You're not dead."

Shui Sheng stood up from the corner, looked at Sun Fan, and then at Dong Dahai, Hong Lang, Du Ming, Mu Xue'er and the others who followed him in.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was covered in tear stains, her lips were chapped, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were filthy.

But she stood very straight.

"Where is Blood Blade Ancestor?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"He's dead," Sun Fan said.

Shui Sheng's body swayed, as if she had been hit by something.

She stood there, motionless, tears streaming silently down her face.

Then she slowly squatted down, crouching in the corner, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking violently.

She didn't cry out loud.

But that kind of silent weeping is more heartbreaking than loud wailing.

Mu Xue'er walked over, squatted down beside her, put her hand on her shoulder, and stayed quietly with her without saying a word.

Di Yun stood to the side, at a loss, not knowing what to say or do.

He glanced at Shui Sheng, then at Sun Fan.

The group emerged from the cave and retraced their steps.

The wind was strong, the snow was deep, and we walked very slowly.

Sun Fan walked in front, Dong Dahai followed beside him, Hong Lang and Du Ming walked at the back, Mu Xue'er supported Shui Sheng in the middle, and Di Yun limped at the back.

His broken leg hadn't fully healed, and walking was very difficult for him, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

After walking for about half an hour, Sun Fan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Dong Dahai asked.

Sun Fan did not answer, but just looked into the distance.

The group continued walking back.

The sky grew darker, the wind grew stronger, and the snow grew deeper.

Sun Fan's steps slowed down, not because he was tired, but because the warm current in his chest was starting to become unstable again.

The bloodshot color in his eyes was expanding, spreading from the edge of his pupils toward the center, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading out in wisps.

His vision began to blur.

It's not that I can't see things clearly, it's that when I try to see things, things that shouldn't be there appear in my field of vision—

blood.

Knife light.

Human head.

The eyes of the Blood Saber Ancestor before his death.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed those images, and continued walking forward.

After walking a few steps, everything went black, and he fell forward.

"Class monitor!"

The last sound that could be heard was Dong Dahai's call.

He was in a coma for three whole days.

The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture was frantically circulating automatically in his heart, trying to suppress the inner demon, but the inner demon was too strong—it was not external, but internal, growing from his heart, intertwined with his emotions, his memories, and his fears, indistinguishable from one another.

Sun Fan's body is slowly recovering, and his consciousness is gradually returning.

The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture grew stronger day by day, the warm current in his chest grew stronger day by day, and the bloodshot color in his eyes faded day by day.

But it never completely disappeared.

Like a thorn, stuck deep in my heart, it doesn't hurt, but it's always there.

He knew that this thorn could not be removed.

Unless he has forgotten that sword technique.

But he can't forget it.

That sword technique was etched into his bones, becoming a part of his body.

Just as Yan Shisan said, "A swordsman's sword is not something he holds in his hand, but something that resides in his heart."

His sword has already taken root in his heart.

Carrying that touch of blood.

The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture circulated slowly within his body, cleansing his meridians again and again. The warm current in his chest grew stronger, and the bloodshot in his eyes faded.

But it never completely disappeared.

He tried many times, and each time he was almost able to clean it off, the blood would reappear, as if it were challenging him.

"Squad leader, the Secret Realm Quest panel has been updated."

Main quest (factional conflict): Completed.

The third-party faction wins by defeating Blood Blade Ancestor.

reward:

The Divine Illumination Scripture (already obtained)

800 mission points

Secret Realm Treasure Chest x1

Side Quest: Help Di Yun escape (Completed).

Task Rewards: Di Yun's Gratitude (Blood Blade Scripture, Luck Point 1), 200 Task Points.

Factional conflict mission results:

Third-party faction rating: S

Bonus: 300 mission points

Total mission points: 1300

After reading it, Sun Fan made a rough estimate.

The harvest was undeniably bountiful.

Judging from the expressions of the people around them, they were clearly very satisfied with their gains.

Dong Dahai and the others each received 200-300 mission points, as well as some healing potions and other rewards.

Of all these rewards, the only one he didn't quite understand was the Luck Point.

In that vast and boundless martial arts forum, no one ever mentioned it.

Looking around, he suddenly felt a little tired.

He just wanted to get back to the martial arts school as soon as possible and get a good night's sleep.

Dark Martial Arts School, Secret Realm Management Department.

The conference room at the end of the corridor was filled with smoke, and people sat on both sides of the long table. Six of the eight men at the round table were present, while the two absent ones were out of town for business.

The principal didn't come, but sent an assistant to sit in—this is very unusual, indicating that the principal attaches great importance to this matter to the point that he doesn't need to appear in person, but someone must represent him to oversee things.

Zhang Guangcheng sat on the left side of the long table, a cigarette between his fingers. The ash had accumulated to a considerable length, but he didn't flick it off; he just let it hang there.

His face was very ugly, not in the way of anger, but in the way of suppressed, heavy-hearted ugliness.

Sitting opposite him was Yao Xiaozheng, the mentor of the fierce tiger Yan Gaotian.

Yao Xiaozheng's face grew even uglier, resembling one of the four great protectors of the Ming Cult, his complexion flashing purple, white, gold, and blue. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and deliberate, each tap seeming to be expended with all his strength.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

The silence lasted a long time, so long that the cup of tea on the table had completely gone cold.