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

After Shengdi finished applying the medicine, he looked up and glanced at Di Yun.

"What are you looking at?" His voice was still hoarse, but gentler than in the city. "If you stay with me, I won't kill you."

Di Yun let out two sobs.

Shengdi pulled the rag out of his mouth.

"Where...where are you taking me?" Di Yun's voice was strained.

"South," Shengdi said, without further explanation.

"Where to the south?"

Shengdi glanced at him, then suddenly laughed: "Why are you asking so many questions? Want to go back?"

Di Yun remained silent.

"Stop dreaming." Shengdi stood up, brushing the dust off his knees.

Di Yun's lips trembled slightly.

"Let's go." Shengdi gave him a push.

Di Yun staggered forward a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

"You...you're from the Blood Blade Sect?" he asked.

Shengdi paused for a moment.

How did you know?

"Your cassock," Di Yun said. "Although you changed your clothes, I saw your cassock underneath when you tied me up. It was red, embroidered with blood-stained knives."

Shengdi glanced down at his collar—a corner of his robe was sticking out, dark red, and indeed embroidered with a curved sword.

He reached out and stuffed the robe back in, without denying it.

"Knowing I'm from the Blood Blade Sect, you still dare to ask?"

Di Yun remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Your Blood Blade Sect...has it killed many good people?"

Shengdi paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Good people? How many good people are there in this world?" He shook his head. "Kid, is your master Qi Changfa a good person? Is Wan Zhenshan a good person? Is Ling Tuisi a good person? You've been locked up in jail for half a year, and which 'good person' came to rescue you?"

Di Yun opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, yes.

Brother Sun is a good person.

But fearing he would cause trouble for Brother Sun, he ultimately swallowed his words.

Shengdi stopped arguing with him and pushed him forward.

The two people walked south along the stream, one after the other, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

It took three days to get there.

Shengdi led Diyun for three days, crossing two mountains, three rivers, and bypassing a small town.

He didn't take the main roads or go near villages. When he was hungry, he would pick wild fruits and catch fish. When he was thirsty, he would drink from the stream. When he was tired, he would find a cave or a big tree to sleep under.

Di Yun's actions were not restricted because Sheng Di had already taken precautions.

He injected a stream of the Blood Blade Sect's insidious internal energy into Di Yun's body.

Di Yun could feel that this insidious internal force was constantly trying to attack his heart meridian.

But there's always a touch of coolness guarding my heart.

That is the power of the Divine Illumination Sutra.

With this restriction, Shengdi was not afraid of Di Yun running away, nor was he afraid of Di Yun harming him.

In his eyes, no one would risk their life to avoid harming others.

Di Yun did not run away.

But he began to observe.

He noticed that Shengdi's left shoulder was becoming increasingly strange. Ding

Although Dian Na's palm strike only grazed Sheng Di, the internal force of the Divine Illumination Scripture was extremely domineering. The pure internal force contained in the palm wind pierced Sheng Di's meridians like a needle.

Just like the internal force of the Blood Saber Scripture invading Di Yun's body.

Shengdi's body was also being eroded by the Divine Illumination Sutra.

Shengdi's own internal energy was insufficient to dispel it; he could only barely suppress it.

Over the course of three days, the internal energy surged more and more violently within Shengdi's body. His left shoulder swelled up badly, and he could barely lift his left arm. When he walked, his left leg began to drag—not because his left leg was injured, but because the injury to his left shoulder was affecting his balance on the entire left side.

Di Yun also noticed that Sheng Di's pills were almost finished.

The pills are a special wound medicine made by the Blood Blade Sect. They are quite effective, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

It can temporarily relieve pain, reduce swelling and bruising, but it cannot eradicate the internal force of the Shenzhao Scripture. Every time Shengdi takes the pill, an hour later, that internal force will surge out again, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

As Di Yun watched Sheng Di grow weaker day by day, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

The idea was tiny, as small as the tip of a needle.

But it took root there, deeper and deeper.

On the evening of the fourth day, Shengdi led Diyun to a dilapidated mountain god temple.

The temple was small, with only one main hall. Most of the roof tiles were missing, revealing dark, gaping rafters. The open space in front of the temple was overgrown with weeds, some as tall as a person, which rustled in the wind.

Shengdi pushed Diyun into the temple and made him sit down against the wall, while he himself sat down opposite him.

He took out the last half of the pill from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his mouth.

The pill went down, and a warm current rose from his stomach, slowly spreading to his limbs. The pain in his left shoulder lessened somewhat, but he knew it was only temporary. Once the effects wore off, that damned internal energy would surge out again, even more ferocious than before.

Shengdi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

He was thinking about something.

If later, I am indeed corrupted by the Divine Illumination Sutra.

That inevitably requires practicing internal energy at a fixed time every day to combat it.

When internal energy is being activated, one has little ability to cope with external risks.

Then, Di Yun would have an opportunity to harm himself.

Sheng Di opened his eyes and looked at Di Yun, who was huddled against the wall opposite him.

He was Qi Changfa's apprentice, but that identity is now worthless.

Perhaps only by giving him to the Blood Blade Ancestor would he be of some use.

killed?

Shengdi's fingers twitched.

Killing Di Yun was easy; it was just a matter of one strike.

But these past few days, the boy has been diligently taking care of himself, finding food, herbs, and water.

On the contrary, it made him develop a slight dependence that he himself was not very aware of.

So he wanted to take a closer look at Di Yun.

Let's see if he'll actually make a move while I'm channeling my inner energy.

At that moment, Di Yun had just finished washing his hands and, seeing Sheng Di's gaze, revealed a simple and honest expression.

Never mind, I'll take it with me.

There was always a kind of clear foolishness in this person's eyes, making it impossible for anyone to be on guard.

Shengdi closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Di Yun did not sleep.

He leaned against the wall, listening to Shengdi's breathing gradually become even, and to the sounds of the wind and insects outside the temple, without moving.

He is waiting.

Wait until the Supreme Truth falls asleep.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Moonlight streamed in through the dilapidated roof, casting a silvery glow on the ground. Shengdi's breathing was light; occasionally he would turn over and mumble incoherently in his sleep.

Di Yun finally realized that Sheng Di had fallen into a deep sleep.

He slowly got up, began to practice his internal energy, and sat in meditation.

He activated the Divine Illumination Scripture, trying to use the power in his dantian and chest to counteract the corrosive force within his body. The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture was quietly dissolving the corrosive force left on him by Shengdi.

Yes, he had only recently obtained the Divine Illumination Scripture, and his understanding of this divine skill was still very limited. Compared to Sheng Di's accumulated internal energy from the Blood Blade Sect, his skill was far inferior.

However, the Divine Illumination Scripture is a higher-level internal skill, which can mitigate some of the damage.

He believed that as long as he persisted little by little, he could completely eradicate it.

Don't bother.

Shengdi's voice came from behind, hoarse and low, with a hint of inexplicable weariness.

Di Yun's body stiffened.