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

Shengdi narrowed his eyes.

He followed them.

He followed Di Yun through East Street, past the South Gate, and through alley after alley. Di Yun was completely unaware; his mind was filled with steamed buns, acrobatics, and all the excitement he had never seen before.

Shengdi followed along and suddenly felt that this person looked somewhat familiar.

It wasn't that we'd met before, but rather a kind of... indescribable sense of familiarity.

He searched his memory for a long time, and suddenly remembered something.

He waited in the alley for a long time, until Di Yun finished buying the steamed buns and was about to walk back when he bumped into him from behind.

It wasn't a sneak attack.

It's a test.

He wanted to see Di Yun's reaction.

Di Yun's reaction disappointed him—there was no reaction at all. After being hit, he only paused for a moment, said "It's okay," and continued walking forward.

This is not the reaction a person who has practiced martial arts should have.

Unless—the martial arts he practices are unrelated to actual combat.

Shengdi's eyes lit up.

He quickened his pace, circled around to the front of Di Yun from another alley, and deliberately showed half of his body at the corner.

Di Yun indeed did not notice.

Shengdi tried again, this time deliberately stepping heavily and breaking a tile.

Di Yun finally reacted—he stopped, looked around, saw no one, scratched his head, and continued walking forward.

The conclusion of the Supreme Truth is almost certain.

This person has practiced martial arts, but has no real combat experience.

These kinds of people are the easiest to deal with.

Shengdi did not make a move in the city.

Although the city's defenses were less stringent than usual, the Shen family members were still patrolling. For a wounded Blood Blade Sect disciple like him to make a move in the city was tantamount to suicide.

He followed Di Yun all the way to the west of the city.

The Shen family's villa was located in a secluded alley in the west of the city. The alley was short, with high walls on both sides, and only one end leading to the outer street. When Di Yun reached the alley entrance, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Shengdi hid in the shadows in the corner, motionless.

Di Yun didn't notice anything and turned to walk into the alley.

Shengdi did not follow.

He surveyed the surrounding terrain—the alley was deep, with high walls on both sides, three or four meters high, that ordinary people couldn't climb over. The other end of the alley was a dead end, blocked off; this was the only way in and out.

This is a natural trap.

As long as the alley entrance is blocked, the people inside won't be able to escape.

Shengdi did not act immediately.

He waited at the alley entrance for a while, making sure no one was passing by, before slowly walking in.

Di Yun had already reached the entrance of the villa and was about to knock on the door.

"Young man."

Shengdi's voice came from behind, hoarse and deep, with a hint of deliberate gentleness.

Di Yun turned his head.

A dusty figure stood in the middle of the alley, head down, hat brim pulled low, obscuring his face.

"Who are you……"

"May I borrow a light?" Shengdi took two steps forward and pulled a pipe from his pocket. "My lighter is wet and won't light. Do you have a light here?"

Di Yun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his body: "I...I don't have any fire."

"No?" Shengdi took another step forward. "Then could you help me find a fire? I live at the other end of the alley, just a few steps away."

Di Yun hesitated for a moment.

He's always been like this since he was a child; he'll lend a hand to anyone in need.

"Well... wait a moment, I'll go in and ask." Di Yun turned around and pushed open the door.

The moment he turned around, Shengdi moved.

He wasn't fast—his left shoulder was injured, so he couldn't go fast. But his technique was very skillful. He drew a short knife from his waist with his right hand, aimed the tip at Di Yun's lower back, and thrust it forward.

He used seventy percent of his strength in that strike.

It's not about killing people, it's about crippling them.

The moment the knife tip pierced through his clothes and touched his skin, Di Yun's body suddenly tensed up.

This was not Di Yun's reaction—it was his body's instinctive reaction.

For over a decade, he had practiced farming techniques, using fake moves, fake internal strength, and fake routines. But one thing was true—the foundation Qi Changfa laid in him when he taught him horse stance was real.

Those years of repetition, those drops of sweat, those muscle memories have been etched into his bones.

Sheng Di's knife tip pierced less than half an inch in before Di Yun twisted his waist violently and slid out like an eel.

Shengdi was taken aback for a moment.

He never expected that this seemingly foolish kid would actually be able to dodge his attack.

But he only paused for a moment.

He flipped his right hand, and the short knife changed direction in mid-air, slashing horizontally towards Di Yun's neck.

Di Yun had no weapons.

He only had a package of steamed buns wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

He threw the steamed bun at Shengdi's face, then took three steps back, leaning against the gate of the courtyard with his hands protecting his chest.

Sheng Di dodged the steamed bun by tilting his head, and his short sword drew an arc in the air, slashing towards Di Yun's shoulder.

Di Yun sidestepped the blade, but not completely—the tip of the blade tore through his sleeve, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

"Someone come here!" Di Yun finally remembered to call for help.

He pounded on the door behind him.

The door was closed.

The old servant at the Shen family's villa was hard of hearing. In broad daylight, he was watering the flowers in the backyard and couldn't hear anything coming from the front gate.

Shengdi did not give him a second chance to shout.

He lunged forward, grabbing Di Yun's neck with his left hand and pressing the short knife against his waist with his right.

"Don't move." Sheng Di's voice was no longer gentle, but cold and sinister. "Move even once, and I'll stab you through the kidneys."

Di Yun's body stiffened.

He was somewhat frustrated.

I clearly learned the Divine Illumination Scripture from Brother Ding.

He practiced so hard and so diligently.

But when the time comes, they're still like headless flies.

He had practiced martial arts, but he had never killed anyone, or even actually fought anyone.

Almost every fight he got into was because he was driven to the brink. But now, with a knife pressed against his waist, his mind went completely blank.

Shengdi did not waste any time.

He dragged Di Yun out of the alley, observing their surroundings as they went. There was no one at the alley entrance, nor on the street. He quickened his pace, turned into another alley, and after several twists and turns, finally exited the city through a secluded side gate.

In the woods outside the city, he found a large tree and tied Di Yun to the trunk.

Di Yun's hands were tied behind his back, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes were wide open as he stared at Sheng Di.

Shengdi squatted down and stared at his face for a long time.

"What's your name?"

Di Yun whimpered a few times, unable to speak.

Shengdi pulled the rag out of his mouth.

"What's your name?" he repeated.

"Di...Di Yun."

"Di Yun." Sheng Di repeated the name, then frowned slightly. "Which sect are you from?"

"I don't belong to any sect," Di Yun's voice trembled. "My master was a farmer."

Shengdi smiled.

The laugh was very soft, like a pebble rolling down one's throat.

"A farmer?" He shook his head. "Do farmers possess internal martial arts?"

Di Yun was stunned.