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

Sheng Di slammed the fish to the ground and abruptly stood up. The movement aggravated the injury on his left shoulder, causing him to grimace in pain, but he ignored it. He drew a short knife from his waist with his right hand, the tip pointing at Di Yun, and for the first time, a genuine killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"I spared your life, and you poisoned me?"

Di Yun also stood up, holding the branch from which the fish was strung, and took two steps back, his mind blank. He had thought about what would happen if his poisoning was discovered, but now that the moment had come, he realized he had no idea how to fight back.

Sheng Di gave him no time to think. The short knife drew an arc in the air, heading straight for Di Yun's neck.

Di Yun instinctively dodged to the side, haphazardly using a branch to block. With a clang, the branch was sliced ​​in two. Sheng Di's blade continued its momentum, slashing horizontally, forcing Di Yun to stagger back three steps, his back slamming into a tree.

Sheng Di lunged forward, his short sword aimed straight at Di Yun's chest. He used the last of his inner strength in this strike. Di Yun had no way to dodge and could only raise his left hand to block.

The blade pierced Di Yun's left forearm, protruding from the other side. Di Yun felt a sharp pain, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted. But at the very moment the blade pierced his arm, his right hand instinctively struck out with a palm, landing squarely on Sheng Di's left shoulder—the very spot where Ding Dian's palm strike had grazed him.

Shengdi let out a scream that was not human, and flew backward, crashing to the ground, his dagger slipping from his hand.

Di Yun looked down at the knife stuck in his left arm, then at Sheng Di lying on the ground, and trembled all over.

Sheng Di lay on the ground, panting heavily. His left shoulder was swollen high, and his entire left arm was completely immobile. He struggled to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him. The internal force of the Divine Illumination Scripture, combined with Di Yun's palm strike, had completely shattered his last line of defense.

"Who...who is your master?" Shengdi's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Di Yun gripped the hilt of the knife, gritted his teeth, and pulled the dagger from his arm. Blood gushed out, and he tore off a piece of his clothing to hastily bandage it.

"Qi Changfa," he said.

Shengdi suddenly laughed. It was a very soft laugh, like a pebble rolling down his throat.

"Qi Changfa... could not have taught you this kind of internal energy." He coughed a few times, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "The internal energy in your body is not Qi Changfa's style. That is... that is the Divine Illumination Scripture."

Di Yun remained silent.

Shengdi lay on the ground, looking at the shadows of the trees overhead. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, scattering into fragments of silvery white.

"To die at the hands of the Divine Illumination Scripture is... not unjust." His voice grew softer and softer. "Ding Dian almost killed me with a single palm strike. I never expected that I would accidentally kidnap someone who turned out to be Ding Dian's disciple."

"It seems I was destined to suffer this calamity."

He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Di Yun stood to the side, clutching the still-dripping dagger, trembling all over. He had killed someone. This was his first murder. And the victim was Sheng Di, who had been with him day and night these past few days and had never truly mistreated him.

He felt nauseous. But he held it in.

Brother Ding once said, "Eliminate evil completely." Sheng Di is a member of the Blood Sabre Sect, and every member of the Blood Sabre Sect has the blood of innocent people on their hands. If he doesn't kill Sheng Di, Sheng Di will recover from his injuries and go on to kill even more people.

Di Yun squatted down and closed Sheng Di's eyes. Then he did something—he took off the blood-red kasaya that Sheng Di was wearing and put it on himself.

This was his second mistake. The first was poisoning the fish. But he didn't realize it was a mistake. He only knew that in his tattered clothes, he wouldn't go far before people mistook him for a beggar. The Blood Blade Sect's monk's robes, at least, would deter people from easily provoking him.

After daybreak, Di Yun buried Sheng Di's body under a large pine tree, and with his back to the direction of the sunrise, he walked south step by step.

He didn't know where he was going. Should he go back to Jingzhou to find Brother Sun? Or should he go back to his hometown in western Hunan? He didn't know.

He only knew one thing—he wanted to live.

Wearing a blood-red cassock and with his head shaved, Di Yun traveled all the way to Jiangnan.

He endured much hardship along the way. Although the cassock looked intimidating, he neither begged for alms nor stole. When he was hungry, he picked wild fruits and dug up wild vegetables. When he was unbearably hungry, he would help the farmers by the roadside with half a day's work in exchange for two steamed buns. He had grown up in the countryside, so these kinds of jobs were no challenge for him.

It was more than half a month later when he reached the Jiangnan region. The wound on his left arm had healed, leaving an ugly scar. The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture circulated within his body on its own, and the wound healed much faster than that of ordinary people.

When he arrived in the Jiangnan region, he still met the woman he was destined to meet.

Shui Sheng.

At this time, she was still a rising star in the martial arts world, forming the Bell and Sword Duo with her cousin Wang Xiaofeng, and they were quite famous in this area.

However, young people are always prone to making mistakes.

Two misunderstandings, one monk's robe.

They mistakenly believed that Di Yun was the villain from the Blood Blade Sect and wanted to punish him.

Seeing this, Di Yun could only smile wryly.

He's been misunderstood so many times in his life that he's long been used to it.

It's a pity. If his injuries hadn't been still healing, he might have been able to exchange a few blows with these two.

Seeing that Wang Xiaofeng's longsword was already raised in mid-air, he smiled bitterly and thought to himself, "Brother Ding, it's not that I'm unwilling to do my best, it's just that I'm having really bad luck."

Suddenly, a hoarse, aged voice was heard from afar: "Spare his life! Don't kill him!"

Wang Xiaofeng turned around and saw a monk dressed in black robes. The monk was extremely old, with a pointed head and thin ears, his face covered in wrinkles, and the texture and color of his robes were exactly the same as those worn by Di Yun. Wang Xiaofeng's expression changed instantly; he knew it was the Qinghai Blood Saber Monk faction. He raised his sword and slashed at Di Yun's neck, intending to kill the young lecherous monk first, then the old one. The sword was still a foot away from Di Yun's head and neck when he suddenly felt a numbness in the crook of his right elbow; a hidden weapon had struck his pressure point. His sword fell limply to his side, its power gone, but the blade was still sharp, leaving a bloody gash on Di Yun's left cheek.

The old monk moved with the speed of the wind, closing in and shoving Wang Xiaofeng off his horse with a wave of his hand. He then grabbed Di Yun with his left hand, lifted his right leg, and mounted the yellow horse on flat ground. When others mount a horse, they usually step into the left stirrup with their left foot first, and then step onto the horse's back with their right leg. But this old monk neither leaped nor stepped into the stirrup; he simply lifted his right leg and was on the saddle, galloping towards Shui Sheng.

Hearing Wang Xiaofeng's exclamation, Shui Sheng immediately reined in her horse. Wang Xiaofeng called out, "Cousin, hurry!" Shui Sheng hesitated for a moment, then turned her horse around. The old monk had already caught up on his yellow horse. He placed Di Yun on the white saddle behind Shui Sheng, and was about to push her off when Shui Sheng drew her long sword and turned to slash at his head. The old monk, seeing her beautiful face, was taken aback and said, "So beautiful!" He reached forward and struck an acupoint on her waist.

Shui Sheng's longsword was slashing in mid-air when suddenly she felt weak all over. The sword clattered to the ground. She was both shocked and frightened. She hurriedly tried to jump off her horse, but suddenly felt a soreness and numbness in her lower back, and her legs could no longer obey her commands.

The old monk held the white horse's reins with his left hand and squeezed it with both legs, and the yellow and white horses went off with a jingling sound.