Chapter 826 - 815: Mao Shiba
Ding Ling again had Mu Jianping remember the Divine Skill Mantra, and afterward, he taught Mu Jianping the Flying Swallow Technique, Ascending Skill, and other simple and easy-to-understand lightweight skills.
And so it went.
Half a day passed.
Mu Jianping continuously practiced lightweight skills, body technique, sword technique, and palm technique.
Surprisingly, she did it quite well.
Though most were not at the entry level, she only grasped the general ’form’ without its essence, being able to remember the moves and mantras in half a day was indeed impressive.
Ding Ling couldn’t expect more.
"How was it, Brother Ding?"
Having finished practicing Ten Thousand Miles Solo Lightness Skill, Mu Jianping breathlessly ran to Ding Ling, with her bright eyes fixed on him.
Within them, admiration, respect, and fondness nearly overflowed.
𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Ding Ling understood but didn’t mention it, simply nodding with a smile:
"Not bad. Continue to practice diligently. Someday you will reach the summit without doubt."
The inner power heart method Mu Jianping was cultivating comprised a fusion of multiple top divine skills such as Holy Heart Technique, Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and North Nether Divine Skill, which was extraordinary, allowing progress all the way to the Martial Arts Golden Core Realm!
Moreover, she now possesses innate level abilities; in this low martial world, claiming invincibility is not far off.
Of course, that was in the past. With the three major historical planes of the lower realm connected, all warriors can cultivate in the Immortal Realm. It is foreseeable that low martial worlds like The Deer and the Cauldron will completely collapse.
If one doesn’t encounter formidable opponents, it’s alright.
But if they meet a strong one,
Any dynasty would be destroyed.
Ding Ling, with a clear mind, communicated with Mu Jianping for a while, then lifted his foot to leave.
Mu Jianping followed Ding Ling step by step, gazing at him with her big, watery eyes:
"Brother Ding, can I follow you? I want to personally escort you to the Celestial Ladder."
Ding Ling thought for a moment and agreed.
"Thank you, Brother Ding."
Mu Jianping was very grateful.
She already felt liking during the time spent together with Ding Ling, and his revelation of identity and sharing his skills elevated this goodwill and fondness to a new level!
She couldn’t quite understand what it was.
But she knew one thing, which was that just being with Ding Ling brought her joy and elation.
She had never felt like this before.
But now she deeply felt it.
"Mu Jianping!"
As Ding Ling and Mu Jianping just led the horse out of the village entrance, hundreds of people quickly appeared ahead. The leader had a rugged face and a sturdy figure, holding a single knife, glaring fiercely at Ding Ling:
"Did you kill Lord Weil?!"
"Mao Shiba!"
Mu Jianping’s expression slightly changed.
"Hahaha..."
Mao Shiba laughed up at the sky three times, then declared, ’It’s me, your grandpa!’ With a wave of his hand, hundreds surrounded Ding Ling and Mu Jianping:
"Don’t think about resisting. Behind me, there are thousands more cavalry troops. You two won’t escape this time!"
"Do you know who you’re messing with?"
Mu Jianping warned.
"Grandpa doesn’t care to know!"
Mao Shiba retorted with thick brows and eyes, strong and loud:
"You killed Lord Weil, thus are traitors, deserving death!"
"Even you joined the Qing Court?!"
"Grandpa only follows one person—that’s Lord Weil!"
Mao Shiba drew the single knife from his hand, blade aimed at Ding Ling and Mu Jianping:
"Young Commandery Princess, and this pretty boy, I don’t know what means you used to kill Lord Weil. But grandpa owes several lives to Lord Weil, and today is going all out. Even in death, I will stop you!"
"You can’t stop us!"
Mu Jianping advised: "You better leave."
"That’s not certain."
Mao Shiba laughed:
"Grandpa doesn’t need to fight to the death with you. Just needs to delay you for a moment! Soon the Great Qing’s soldiers will arrive, and you’re definitely doomed!"
As if in response to Mao Shiba’s words,
His voice had just fallen when one heard the thundering sound of iron hooves approaching from afar, earth-shattering and loudly shaking the ground.
One listen says those cavalry arriving must number in thousands.
Mu Jianping’s face turned slightly pale, and she couldn’t help looking at Ding Ling. Seeing him expressionless, her heart felt vastly more reassured, though also mourning for Mao Shiba and his men.
She had said what she needed to say. Saying further would be useless.
So she spoke no more and withdrew behind Ding Ling.
As the Immortal Realm Emperor, known as the number one by players, an unparalleled divine being! How could trivial cavalry forces deal with him?
Mu Jianping, despite being naïve, had spent considerable time engaging with aliens, naturally hearing much about Ding Ling’s exploits. Her admiration and respect for Ding Ling are etched in her bones.
This acquaintance and mutual recognition as friends further raised this admiration and respect to a new height!
Thus, she worried not about Ding Ling’s safety, only considering that in a little while, blood might flow again, somewhat not wanting it to happen.
But what was Ding Ling’s character?
She had perceived it quite well, afraid Ding Ling might dislike her urging too much, she remained anxious and at a loss, standing still.
Mao Shiba misunderstood, thinking Mu Jianping feared, thus trembled, making his heart more assured, convinced that Ding Ling and Mu Jianping murdered Weil Xiaobao with treacherous means, harboring homicidal intent with verbal hostility:
"Pretty boy, how did you kill Lord Weil?!"
His curiosity was piqued.
More so, malice:
"If you refuse to speak, bear in mind, I’ll have you torn to pieces!"
Ding Ling glanced at Mao Shiba:
"You’re quite the talker."
Buzz!
A sword intent shot from Ding Ling’s eyes, striking Mao Shiba. In the next instant, Mao Shiba’s tall, mighty body fell straight down.
"Commander!"
The other hundreds exclaimed.
Ding Ling waved his hand, a sword qi twirling with his finger, transforming into a streak in the void. In the next instant, the hundred all lay dead.
"...!!"
Mu Jianping’s heartstrings quivered.
Though she had known of Ding Ling’s strength, this time, slightly provoked, the swiftness of his killings was even greater!
Rumble!
The cavalry torrent surged forth.
A quick glance revealed no less than ten thousand.
Leading them was a person with a red-topped crown, armor-clad, beneath whose chin three strands of white beard floated — clearly a distinguished old general.
"Feng Xifan!"
Mu Jianping called out.
"Young Commandery Princess!"
Feng Xifan glanced at the corpses strewn across the ground, slightly raised his brows, and directly at Ding Ling, expressed considerable wariness:
"Was it you who killed Lord Weil, Mao Shiba?"
"So what if it was?"
Ding Ling responded indifferently:
"Is the Great Qing going to oppose me for Weil Xiaobao?"
When Ding Ling killed Weil Xiaobao, the commotion wasn’t much, but many witnessed it since the site wasn’t far from Xiangyang City.
Ding Ling didn’t believe no one recognized him. If they did, still choosing to oppose, isn’t that foolish?
Yet recalling Mao Shiba’s expression and demeanor.
Ding Ling felt unsure again.