Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

"However, you need to state your requirements for the sword, such as its shape, size, etc..."

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The State of Qi was located near the sea.

At this moment, on the shore of the East China Sea.

A chase is underway.

A refined-looking man, carrying a child, was running ahead.

Meanwhile, a woman dressed in a metallic combat suit and wearing a silver-white mask was wielding a sword and pursuing him from behind.

Using the intelligence network of Luo Wang, Jing Ni once again found the Nameless One's location.

She firmly believed that this time, the nameless would have nowhere to escape.

Simply because the seaside was already ahead.

Unless the other party jumps into the sea, we have no choice but to stop here.

The two previous failures still echoed in her mind.

The first time, the other party escaped with ease.

The second time, he was easily defeated by his opponent.

And this third time, she will not fail.

Jing Ni firmly believed this.

Even if a man's strength is unfathomable, as long as he is human, he will eventually die.

The man, with his child in tow, seemed to see the vast, boundless ocean stretching before him.

So, he finally stopped here.

Choose to confront Jingni head-on.

"You've been pursuing me for so long, won't you give up?"

He looked at the menacing Jing Ni, his words carrying a deep sense of weariness.

"Once the Net sets its sights on someone, it will fight to the death." Cold words came from beneath Jing Ni's mask.

"If that's the case, then we'll have to settle things once and for all," the nameless man sighed.

Beside the sea, the waves surged, and the sound of the waves echoed.

Jing Ni wielded the Jing Ni Sword, one of the Eight Swords of Yue, unleashing a pink sword aura that swept across the sky as she attacked Wuming.

Faced with the surging attack of the Jingni, the man calmly dealt with it, wielding "Hanguang," one of the three swords of Kong Zhou.

In a short moment, all of Jingni's sword moves were broken.

So, Jingni once again used her trump card.

When the man isn't looking.

The Flying Shadow Sword landed in her left hand, and a sharp sword aura burst forth from the jade pendant.

This time, they learned from the lessons of their second failure.

Jing Ni successfully left a scar on the man's body.

But that's all there is to it.

With a flick of the invisible sword in the man's hand, Jing Ni's attack was completely neutralized.

Her body flew out and landed on the beach, the mud and sand seeping into the gaps of her metal combat suit.

The face behind Jingni's mask was deathly pale.

We lost again.

She felt a deep sense of frustration.

For the Luo Wang (a security organization), mission failure has only one outcome.

That is death.

Last time, the other party was in a hurry to get on their way and let me off the hook.

This time, we are by the sea, and the other party has nowhere to escape. Aren't we in the same situation?

Jingni doesn't actually have much fear of death.

After joining the Luo Wang organization, she experienced countless life-or-death crises and long understood that the ultimate fate of Luo Wang assassins was death.

However, for some reason, at this moment, Xu Qing's "cheeky" face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Logically speaking, she hadn't had much contact with Xu Qing, so she shouldn't have such a deep impression of him.

But at this very moment, she thought of Xu Qing.

It seems I can no longer protect you.

Jing Ni couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

She herself is in dire straits right now.

However, unexpectedly, the imagined death did not occur.

Instead, the mask on his face was removed.

As the mask was removed, Jingni's true face was revealed to Wuming.

Wuming squatted down beside Jingni and sighed, "With such beauty, why hide in the darkness?"

“I can see that you are different from other assassins of the Luo Wang organization. You have something on your mind.”

"You are not as heartless as you think."

Chapter 31 Springtime and New Life

The nameless one possesses the power to see into people's hearts.

This is not an exaggeration, but an indisputable fact.

The lineage he inherited practices a method called "sitting in oblivion." Although this method was initially described by Confucianism, its roots are deeply embedded in Taoism, yet it also resonates with certain Confucian ideals. Therefore, Wuming's cultivation can be described as a combination of Confucianism and Taoism. In this era where the orthodox traditions are clearly divided and a hundred schools of thought contend, this is almost considered heretical.

The essence of the so-called "sitting in oblivion" lies in "abandoning the limbs, discarding intelligence, separating from form and knowledge, and becoming one with the Great Void"—meaning forgetting the shackles of the physical body, abandoning the cleverness of the ears and eyes (being sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, that is, connecting the body with the outside world), breaking free from the cage of the body and mind, and becoming one with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

When this path is pushed to its pinnacle, it leads to the state of "unity of heaven and man," which countless cultivators pursue throughout their lives, following the natural way.

The practitioner merges with the Great Dao and understands the universe.

Everything around him is clearly visible, and people's hearts, thoughts, and a thousand emotions are all reflected in his mind's mirror, leaving nothing hidden.

However, this method also has its limitations.

To be one with heaven and earth, and to follow the natural way, means that it is difficult for external forces to actively interfere with the affairs of the mortal world. To forcibly intervene would disrupt the perfect harmony of heaven and earth, inevitably leading to a departure from the state of meditation. However, if one can maintain this state consistently, and if one's realm is sufficiently profound, one can stand in an invincible position—no matter how many tricks an enemy may have, they will find it difficult to break through this seamless defense of being in harmony with the Dao.

Naturally, it is often difficult to win.

Therefore, in the original work, his successor Yan Lu was known as the "Master of Draws".

However, even Yan Lu in the original work is far inferior to Wuming at this moment.

Yan Lu, relying on his ability to sit in oblivion, could only forcefully maintain a stalemate with others.

Nameless, however, could use this method to discern changes in people's hearts, instantly transcending the state of oblivion. No longer relying on its power, he could easily take down the enemy's leader with only his vast cultivation. For him, oblivion was not a decisive weapon, but rather an auxiliary means to anticipate the enemy's moves and observe the smallest details. He could see through his enemies, and even surpass the state of oblivion.

On the beach, Jingni lay supine, the salamander-patterned mask covering her face removed.

Meeting the nameless gaze that seemed to pierce her soul, she truly felt the penetrating power that left her nowhere to hide.

At first, Jingni felt only anger and shame, and her murderous intent surged. She wanted to fight back desperately and kill the person in front of her.

However, the next moment...

A vast and tranquil power swept over her, like a gentle spring breeze and soothing rain, calming her turbulent murderous intent and rage.

That power of nameless meditation had already quietly crossed into Jingni's heart lake.

At this moment, Jingni is like a bird returning to the sky or a fish entering the deep sea.

The invisible shackles that bound him seemed to break apart inch by inch in an instant.

"Once caught in the net, you're a slave for eternity!"

From childhood, she regarded this idea as an inviolable ironclad rule.

She firmly believed that no one could escape the snare.

In life, one is the sword of a snare; in death, one is the ghost of a snare.

The thought of escaping never crossed my mind.

Yet at this moment, in this strange state of resonance with the Great Dao, a completely different world opened up to her. She was able to rediscover her true self in the chaos—the persistence buried beneath the cold slaughter, the yearning for freedom hidden deep in her soul, were suddenly revealed as if they had been unsealed.

That was her long-suppressed humanity, now pulsating intensely.

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Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

A corner of the market.

Xu Qing tossed a long, thin object tightly wrapped in burlap to Tian Guang. The two acted discreetly, as if it were a shady deal.

Tian Guang was quite skeptical of Xu Qing's astonishing speed in forging the sword. Could a legendary sword really be forged in just a few days?

Farmers have their own tradition of casting, and as a chivalrous leader, he is no novice.

The ordinary process of forging a sword involves selecting materials, forging, quenching... a process of countless hammer blows to create a single weapon, often taking several months. Seeking a divine weapon, however, can take years or even decades, which is not uncommon. Historical records show that some craftsmen have devoted their entire lives to perfecting a single sword.

Therefore, Tian Guang does not understand the value of a system.

The existence of the system distinguishes Xu Qing from ordinary swordsmiths.

If he followed the usual methods of a swordsmith, he would probably still be a fire-starting apprentice, not even qualified to wield a hammer, let alone forge a sword.

what?

Are you trying to say that Xu Qing is not a swordsmith?