【Sword God】(Part 1)

Even Ning Zhiyuan himself didn't know that the tattered scroll he'd found on the antique street was actually a martial arts manual.
Ning Zhiyuan had always considered himself a good student. He never skipped class or left early; the only time he got into a
fight was for the sake of justice, and although he didn't receive any awards, he was still quite pleased with himself.
That evening, bored out of his mind at home, Ning Zhiyuan went for a stroll and ended up on the antique
street. While the street was supposed to have antiques, it mostly sold fakes; finding a treasure there
was truly a stroke of good luck. Ning Zhiyuan had lived nearby for several years and naturally knew the ins and outs. Thinking that he
'd just broken a teapot at home, he figured he might as well go and buy a replica for a few dollars.
But somehow, on his way back, he hadn't bought a teapot; instead, he'd spent fifty dollars on a tattered scroll that the vendor claimed
was a family heirloom manual. Once outside the street corner, a cool breeze jolted Ning Zhiyuan back to his senses. Looking at
the tattered book in his hand, he could only grumble and vow never to go to the antique street again. It was cursed; going in meant certain
death.
"It's really strange," he muttered to himself, "I went to buy a teapot, how did I end up buying this piece of junk?" He groped his way
through the dimly lit alley.
The streetlights were broken, and Ning Zhiyuan, heartbroken over the fifty yuan he'd wasted,
didn't even see the fallen power line ahead. He stepped on it, then stepped on it again, then lifted it up.
As mentioned before, Ning Zhiyuan was a good student, and the neighbors thought he was a good kid. But electricity
doesn't discriminate between good and bad people; if you dare step on it, it dares to shock you. That kind of behavior is only slightly better than dog poop.
The moment Ning Zhiyuan stepped down, he felt a sharp pain in his left foot, and a burst of indigo sparks
shot up from beneath his foot. Before he could even curse his bad luck, his legs convulsed, and he lost his balance,
falling straight to the ground.
There was road repair nearby, and the fallen power lines were carrying industrial electricity, significantly stronger than household power. If
Ning Zhiyuan had fallen, he would generally have been beyond saving.
Ning Zhiyuan was a good person, and good people should be rewarded.
Although it was unclear who first said this, it was undeniable that Ning Zhiyuan had indeed received his reward.
As the massive current, several levels higher than household electricity, flowed into Ning Zhiyuan's body, the fragment he was holding suddenly
underwent a transformation. Activated by the current, the fragment transformed into a golden light, coiling around Ning Zhiyuan in
a ball of light. Ning
Zhiyuan, who had been nearly unconscious from the electric shock, suddenly felt a sense of relief. The immense energy raging within his body
was drawn out by an unknown force, followed by an even larger, warm current flowing back in. This
warm current circulated through his entire body, nourishing the damaged cells. Afterwards, the charred skin
quickly peeled away, revealing new flesh.
With a bang, the voltage stabilizer nearby finally burned out. The light egg, deprived of its energy supply, instantly shrank
into a round, golden sphere of light, circling Ning Zhiyuan a few times before entering his forehead.
Ning Zhiyuan, who had just recovered, felt something enter his head. As soon as it entered, it dissolved
.
The dissolved golden sphere of light released endless information.
A blurry world appeared, with endless gray and blood-red spreading before his eyes, and the sounds of fighting and
screams filling his ears. Swords clashed, and a sea of blood and mist filled the air. Suddenly, a golden light burst forth from the horizon. Wherever the golden light passed,
those who stood in its way turned into flying chunks of flesh and blood. Countless figures screamed in terror and fled in all directions. As the golden
light dissipated, a figure gradually appeared at the edge of the sky. This figure formed a sword incantation, traversing the air, with
endless sword energy pulsating around him.
Another sword energy struck.
The fleeing, screaming figures below were struck by this sword energy in mid-air, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist, the powerful
force carving a trench several miles long into the earth.
Suddenly, the figure seemed to notice something. He looked up at Ning Zhiyuan, who felt
a sharp pain in his eyes, his vision filled with golden light.
"Huff—"
Ning Zhiyuan sat up abruptly, panting heavily, a throbbing pain shooting through his head. Opening his eyes again,
everything was white.
Ning Zhiyuan immediately realized he was in a hospital, sitting on a bed.
"Wasn't I electrocuted? So I didn't die." Ning Zhiyuan remembered what happened last night and felt a surge of relief.
Looking around, he found himself in a hospital room. Ning Zhiyuan wondered who had brought him here.
He drew back the curtains; the sun was already high in the sky. Ning Zhiyuan estimated it was noon the next day. He was
very hungry, but his body was full of energy.
Suddenly, a slight throbbing pain shot through his head, accompanied by a memory that surfaced. Ning Zhiyuan recalled
the scene he had seen when he fainted.
"Could it be a hallucination caused by an electric shock?" He touched his head; there was no pain or dizziness, and he felt perfectly fine. Not only
that, Ning Zhiyuan could clearly feel an energy flowing through his body. After trying it out, Ning Zhiyuan discovered that he
could control this energy.
Ning Zhiyuan carefully controlled a small portion of the energy, guiding it along his meridians to his right hand.
With a hissing sound, the air was cut open. Although he couldn't see it, Ning Zhiyuan could clearly feel
a stream of air fluctuating between his index and middle fingers, which were held together.
He tried moving his right hand and slashed at the iron armrest beside the bed. With a "clang," the armrest snapped in two.
"Holy crap!" Ning Zhiyuan was startled; he had no idea that something was so sharp. The next moment, surprise
overwhelmed his fear.
"This...this seems to be called Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi?" Ning Zhiyuan recalled the memory that had just surfaced
. According to the description in the memory, the current of energy was actually sword qi, and that memory was actually
the cultivation method for this sword qi.
"So martial arts really do exist in this world." Ning Zhiyuan suddenly realized that he had entered
another world because of this electric shock. Thinking of the manual from last night, Ning Zhiyuan chuckled to himself, "I wonder what
kind of expression that vendor would have when he finds out?"
As he chuckled, the door was pushed open, and a nurse in white walked in.
"The patient is awake? Where does it hurt?" she asked.
"I just feel hungry," Ning Zhiyuan smiled. "How long have I been unconscious?"
"A day. You didn't have any external injuries when you were brought in, but we can't be sure if the electric current has
affected your internal organs," the nurse said.
After a while, Ning Zhiyuan's attending physician arrived. He asked Ning Zhiyuan how he felt, examined him
, and announced, "The patient has no obvious symptoms. Observe him for another day. If there are no adverse reactions, he can be discharged
."
Ning Zhiyuan reluctantly stayed in the hospital for another day. During this time, the passerby who brought him to the hospital also came by.
Although he wouldn't have died even without anyone's help, Ning Zhiyuan was still very grateful to the passerby.
Using Ning Zhiyuan's ID card and school badge, the hospital had notified Ning Zhiyuan's school. Then,
several classmates came one after another. Ning Zhiyuan was focused on studying the new memories in his head and
didn't pay much attention to the students who came. These students thought that Ning Zhiyuan's body hadn't recovered and that they had only secured a few more days of sick leave for him.
Later, the city construction officials also sent people over to deliver compensation—a thick stack of several thousand yuan. After paying the hospital
fees, there was still a considerable amount left, a stroke of good fortune despite the misfortune. Thanks to witness testimonies, the accident investigation became clearer, and
Ning Zhiyuan only needed to bear less than 30% of the responsibility.
Ning Zhiyuan's parents didn't come; they were still working out of town. Ning Zhiyuan had seen them
very few times over the years and was used to this situation. Since he was healthy, Ning Zhiyuan didn't notify them.
The information in the incomplete book was vast. Besides the cultivation method for the innate body-breaking formless sword energy, there was also
the martial arts intent left by the author. This martial arts intent meticulously recorded almost half a lifetime of martial arts insights from the author,
vast and complex. Ning Zhiyuan only managed to absorb it all after his sick leave ended.
Ning Zhiyuan's accident was caused by an electric shock. Before the incomplete manual activated and implanted the true qi seed, Ning Zhiyuan had already
been pierced through his entire body by a powerful electric current. This actually met the basic conditions for tempering the body with heavenly lightning. After being repaired by the energy of the incomplete manual
, Ning Zhiyuan's body became much stronger after being discharged from the hospital. At least he could withstand
the damage caused by the rapid circulation of sword qi in his meridians. Otherwise, even if Ning Zhiyuan's true qi was comparable to that of a second-rate master,
his weak body would have resulted in him performing worse than a third-rate master.
The cultivation of the innate formless sword qi that breaks the body's barrier was different from what Ning Zhiyuan had learned through the internet and literature.
The generation and purification of sword qi did not require circulating the qi throughout the body. The spiritual energy in the world was inexhaustible. Through the nurturing and tempering of the dantian, the body
would consciously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Circulating the qi was actually for opening up the meridians. However, after being tempered by heavenly lightning,
Ning Zhiyuan's meridians were already unobstructed.
This cultivation principle applies not only to the innate, formless sword energy that breaks through the body,
but also to all martial arts techniques Ning Zhiyuan learned through his martial arts intent. The absorption speed and purification efficiency of true qi are solely related to the body and spirit. The higher the talent,
the faster the absorption speed; the stronger the comprehension, the better the purity of the refined true qi.
The differences in the generation and manifestation of various martial arts are not due to the
different meridian pathways through which true qi circulates. When the body absorbs spiritual energy, the proportion of the five elements absorbed, and the nurturing and refining of the newly
formed true qi seed in the dantian, all contribute to different energy ratios and material formations that produce true
qi with distinct characteristics.
Once the true qi seed is formed, the martial artist no longer needs to expend significant effort refining spiritual energy to form true qi.
When spiritual energy enters the true qi seed, it emerges transformed into the desired true qi. In essence, the true qi seed
is a fully automated manufacturing and transformation factory; the martial artist only needs to provide various raw materials and add or improve the equipment
, and the factory itself will handle everything for them.
Of all the martial arts manuals in the world, the most important thing is how to construct a true qi seed, followed by
the absorption ratio of the five elements of spiritual energy, and then the most suitable meridian pathways for the circulation of this true qi. Martial arts techniques, on the other hand, can
be derived by reversing this process.
Ning Zhiyuan's true qi seed was constructed from the martial arts intent left by the author in the incomplete manual; therefore, he didn't spend
a lot of time and energy forming it. The powerful electric current, after being transformed by the true qi seed,
became a large amount of true qi; otherwise, Ning Zhiyuan wouldn't have possessed a true qi reserve comparable to a second-rate master from the start.
Of course, if Ning Zhiyuan wanted to use electricity for cultivation later, that wouldn't be possible. The characteristics of electrons dictate
that converting electrical energy into true qi requires an extremely high level of mental cultivation and precise control. If
the owner of the martial arts intent hadn't been extremely powerful, someone else would have been destroyed by lightning along with their true qi seed. It
is precisely for this reason that although modern martial artists know how to quickly obtain energy through electricity, very few have actually completed
this concept.
"Zhiyuan, wanna go play soccer?"
"No, I've got things to do lately."
As the sun set, schools across Zixu City gradually let out for the day. Ning Zhiyuan packed his things and walked out of the school gate.
There was a fairly famous bar not far from the school, where Ning Zhiyuan had been working recently. There was no other way
; the money his parents left him was barely enough to save for his cultivation.
There's an old saying: "The poor study, the rich practice martial arts." This isn't just because martial arts are harmful and require a lot of medicinal herbs.
Even after a martial artist passes the Body Tempering stage and enters the Qi Refining realm, they still need a lot of food and herbs to provide their body
with vital energy.
The human body is wondrous; when the body reaches its limit, the excess energy overflows, forming something
called vital energy. A martial artist's true energy requires vital energy as its foundation. The amount of vital energy produced by the body determines
the amount of true energy a martial artist produces in a day.
The monthly allowance Ning Zhiyuan received from his parents was far from enough to cover his Qi cultivation expenses. Even with the compensation from the city's construction project,
it would only last him a month and a half. Left with no other option, Ning Zhiyuan had to consider taking a job.
There was a bar called "Tsinghua" on Xueyuan Road, which was extremely famous in the area. Every night,
as the city lights came on, most of the white-collar workers and university students would come here to have fun.
However, recently, Tsinghua had encountered some minor troubles, and many of the staff working there...
Threatened, many employees resigned one after another. Rumors circulated that a powerful figure in the underworld had taken a liking to the bar
, and when the owner refused to sell, he plotted to seize it by force.
In this day and age, it was impossible to bring a group of thugs armed with knives to rob the place; all they needed to do was occasionally cause trouble and
threaten the employees. Eventually, the business would collapse, and the owner would have no choice
but to sell.
This method was despicable, but very effective. The police were helpless. Initially, the owner had reported
the incidents to the police, but without evidence, even if the thugs were arrested, they would only be released after fifteen days at most.
Because of the disturbances, the bar's customer traffic decreased significantly, but it could still stay afloat. The crucial issue was that many employees
were threatened in their daily lives. Their children were frequently surrounded by shady characters, and their windows were constantly being
smashed with stones in the middle of the night. Such harassment would be unbearable even for the most resilient person.
The Tsinghua University boss raised salaries by three levels, but many people still couldn't stand it and resigned. Even newly
hired employees were forced to leave within a week. It was precisely because of this predicament that
students like Ning Zhiyuan had a chance of getting the job.
As for threats, Ning Zhiyuan wasn't afraid.
The bar was especially busy during holidays. Just after eight o'clock, the bar was packed with people, bustling
and lively. Ning Zhiyuan had just put a few boxes of empty beer bottles at the back door when someone called him.
"Xiao Ning, go check on number nine." It was the bartender, Lao Huang.
"Where are the waitresses? No beer girls either?" Ning Zhiyuan asked.
"The two new ones who came the day before yesterday didn't come today," Lao Huang said sullenly.
Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback. The situation was indeed serious, but he couldn't interfere. As long as it didn't come to his doorstep,
he didn't have time to create trouble for himself.
Sighing, Ning Zhiyuan walked away, wondering if the boss would give him a raise for working two jobs. Otherwise , how could he possibly be
both a waiter and a handyman?
As Ning Zhiyuan opened the door to the bar's main hall, a wave of irritating noise rushed in. He frowned; he
disliked this environment. The colorful lights were irritating, and the whole bar was filled with smoke.
"Table nine, table nine," Ning Zhiyuan muttered as he walked, the pitch-black environment making it impossible for him to see
the table number. He'd only been there for less than a week, and he wasn't working as a waiter. The bar was so big; how
could he possibly tell which table was which?
"Ah, found it!" Ning Zhiyuan exclaimed happily, not because he actually saw the number, but because
the customers at the table ahead were making a fuss about why the waiter hadn't come. Ning Zhiyuan figured even if it wasn't table nine, it wouldn't matter;
he'd go wherever the problem was, like a fire brigade.
"Sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Ning Zhiyuan said with a half-bow. It wasn't that he was being obsequious, but
these noisy people clearly looked like thugs; if he didn't lower his stance, they might smash a bottle over his head. Ning Zhiyuan
didn't want to cause trouble for his pointless pride, especially since it wouldn't hurt anything anyway.
"Why are you only arriving now? Are you looking down on me, Da Niu?" A thug with a scar near his eye grabbed Ning Zhiyuan
's collar.
Ning Zhiyuan wasn't annoyed, letting the thug pull him, saying, "I'm so sorry, sir, I was just too busy today and
I'm late. Please don't mind."
"Don't mind? I don't mind." The scarred man squinted, saying, "It's fine if you don't give me
, Da Niu, face, but you can't not give my brother face. Not giving my brother face is not giving me face."
The scarred man suddenly pulled Ning Zhiyuan's collar, dragging him in front of him: "Da Niu, I'm very angry, and the consequences will be severe
."
"Uh, here to cause trouble." Ning Zhiyuan was quite helpless. He had heard that thugs often came to cause trouble, but he never expected
to run into them.
"What bad luck," he thought to himself.
Da Niu's voice had already attracted attention, but due to their intimidation, no one dared to intervene
. Seeing the scene, Lao Huang knew it was futile to intervene, so he quickly called the bar owner.
"Brothers, smash it!" Scarface yelled, smashing a glass as a signal.
The thugs responded, quickly overturning several tables, causing a chorus of screams.
Ning Zhiyuan quickly broke free from Scarface's grasp and retreated.
By the time Lao Huang called the bar owner, the bar was a mess. Broken glass littered
the floor, most tables were overturned, and the ceiling light had been knocked down with a stick,
sparks flying from the short circuit.
Seeing this, the owner's face instantly changed color, his expression darkening as if rain was about to fall.
Besides Lao Huang, several men in suits and ties followed behind the owner. A short distance ahead stood a frail-looking scholar wearing
wire-rimmed glasses, carrying a large, bulging briefcase that appeared to be quite full
. Behind him stood five burly men wearing sunglasses. Ning Zhiyuan muttered a curse,
"Where did these idiots come from? Wearing sunglasses at night, thinking they're some kind of high-flyers?"
"Stop!" the boss shouted.
The thugs stopped, and the scarred man turned around with a mocking smile, saying, "Oh, Mr. Zhang,
what an honor to have you here! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly." Mr. Zhang trembled with rage.
What did he mean by "honor to have you here"? They were really trying to wipe him out and seize his
business!
"Even if I die, I won't let you guys take this bar!" Mr. Zhang roared.
"If you won't give it up, we won't come and take it," the scarred man chuckled softly.
"Brother, you can't say that," the man with the gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward. "Mr. Zhang just
signed a bar transfer agreement with my Haihua Group. The bar is now under the group's name. It won't be
so easy for you to take it."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't waste any words; he knew from the situation that things wouldn't end well. But he wasn't afraid.
These thugs, and even the big boss behind them, were nothing but ants in front of these people
. He could crush them with a single finger.
"That's right, I've already transferred the bar. Go ahead and ask him for it if you dare," Mr. Zhang
said gleefully, clearly hoping for a fight between the two sides.
Scarface snorted coldly. He hadn't expected anyone to be so disrespectful to his elder brother as to take on this task. His vicious
eyes glared at the man in gold-rimmed glasses for a few moments, then he pointed fiercely at Boss Zhang before silently leading his men
out of the bar.

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