What Kind of Hammer? Ice Block's Big Problem
On the lakeshore, a multi-story ship.
"Hey grandpa, come have some fun!"
"My lord, you have a really good capacity for alcohol."
The sounds of soliciting customers and vulgar language rose and fell, while the heavily made-up madam sat at the table, greedily counting gold and silver items.
"You're making so much money running a pleasure boat, have you perhaps forgotten your place?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind her, and she quickly stood up.
Turning around, he saw a beautiful and alluring figure on the bed.
"Saintess."
"You... are injured?"
"Um?"
Yin Mianmian squinted her eyes.
In an instant, the gold and silver treasures on the table vanished.
The madam's pupils contracted slightly; even with her Inner Scene Realm, she couldn't see how the gold and silver had been taken.
If they can take her money silently, they can easily take her life.
"Have those damned devils all arrived?"
"The guests who have arrived are the Raincoat Guest, Twin Lotus, Blood Gourd."
The madam obediently arrived.
Yin Mianmian was silent for a moment, then said, "Tell them to come see me tomorrow."
"Yes."
After the madam left.
Yin Mianmian slowly stood up and wiped her hand on the table.
The silver reappeared, completely out of the blue.
She grabbed a handful of gold beads and let them tumble down.
"Divine skill...?"
As the Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion, she ranks sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Even those ranked ahead of her might not dare to say they could easily defeat her in the same realm.
She has never suffered a loss in her life when fighting against someone of the same realm.
But today...
What if Ying Bing is Three Apertures of Divine Observation?
I recall that chilling, bone-deep Divine Intent, like a sword intent of divine punishment.
She could only recall the portion of Divine Intent left in Cloud-Crossing Sword City; this deal was completely ruined.
And that boy.
"Northwest Hammer King, I never expected we'd meet like this."
The candlelight flickered in Yin Mianmian's pupils, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"Betraying the Drizzle Pavilion is a crime punishable by heaven and earth..."
The bustling Yun Province City under the cover of night.
After the battle, Plum Blossom Pavilion was reduced to ruins.
What just happened?
"It seems that assassins from the Plum Blossom Pavilion Drizzle Pavilion are hiding in the Plum Blossom Pavilion."
"I just saw Young Hero Li make his move; he killed eight assassins from the Drizzle Pavilion all by himself and with just his sword."
"Eight? Eighty! I was just there!"
The entire street was under martial law by the law enforcement disciples of Cloud-Crossing Sword City, and onlookers couldn't get in. They could only discuss the matter from three layers away.
When Elder Zeng arrived.
The discussion about Little Li has gone from the initial claim of him single-handedly killing eight assassins from the Drizzle Pavilion to the claim of eight hundred.
"Eight hundred?"
Elder Zeng paused slightly.
Let alone eight hundred.
Eighty assassins from the Drizzle Pavilion, skilled in the Divine Observation Realm, could easily ambush and kill those within the Inner Scene.
Wu Chushu paused for a moment and then said:
"It's still 800 now, but it'll probably be 80,000 in a few days."
"In the future, when the sect promotes its disciples, there's no need to exaggerate so much."
"I wasn't bragging. Back then, the sect claimed I killed six bandits."
"..."
The master and apprentice walked past the ruins and saw the scene inside the Plum Blossom Pavilion today.
Zhong Zhenyue sat there, seemingly questioning the meaning of life.
"It's good that the Young Marquis is alright."
Elder Zeng breathed a sigh of relief and then asked:
What happened here?
Zhong Zhenyue came to his senses, smiled bitterly and sighed, and recounted everything that had just happened.
Elder Zeng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion has actually arrived in Yun Province City and even managed to infiltrate Zhong Zhenyue's inner circle?
"It's good that you're alright, Young Marquis."
"That demoness is extremely skilled at manipulating people's minds. The fact that you were able to break free from her control makes you a hero among men with a strong will. There aren't many geniuses who can escape from her clutches."
"It's not that I have a strong will."
"Oh?" Elder Zeng asked, puzzled.
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes were filled with complex emotions as he recalled the scene from just now:
"It was Li Mo who struck with the hammer..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Cough cough!"
A cough was heard, Li Mo stepped out of the door with a kind smile on his face:
"One hammer blow what?"
"Um... Brother Li's swordsmanship is superb, which is why he was able to finish the job with a single blow! He cut off my distracting thoughts!"
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes were quick and clear.
Seeing this, Elder Zeng couldn't help but feel strange.
I've heard that Young Marquis Zhong is brave and skilled in battle, possessing the same courage as his father, the Prince of Southern Pacification.
Today on the arena, his spear moved like a dragon, and he has never been defeated.
Why does that kid Li look so smug in the eye?
Moreover...
The Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion, Heavenly Demon, ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
How could Li Mo deliver the final blow?
Noticing the doubt in Elder Zeng's eyes, Li Mo smiled and said:
"Actually, the one who defeated the Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion was not me, but Ying Bing."
It's her..
Elder Zeng squinted, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the area not far away, where traces of the clash of Divine Intent will still remained.
For the External Scene Realm scenes, these traces can almost restore everything.
He couldn't help but feel a slight surprise.
This little girl is far stronger than she showed on the ring!
I wonder what kind of astonishing martial arts she will comprehend by observing the sword marks.
Regaining his composure, he inquired about the details of the day's events.
Night deepened.
In the courtyard.
The early autumn air gives the moon a slightly cool feel.
Under the moon, a figure continues to wield a sword, her sword light seemingly merging with the moonlight, as if she were fighting against someone who does not exist.
She was reviewing the match that had just taken place.
A short while later.
The girl stopped what she was doing, standing alone with her sword on her back, letting the wind blow through her black hair.
Observing the Taiyin did not calm her mind.
"If my Sword Heart Clarity, Yin Mianmian would not have suffered only minor injuries."
"Only when my Sword Heart Clarity can I use the Cloud-Crossing Sword Mark to complete the <Divine Firmament Heavenly Heart Sword>, and only then will I have a better chance in the next system ranking..."
"But why is it that I always fall short of perfecting the first three moves of the Swordsmanship?"
Ying Bing's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes looking somewhat bewildered.
His Swordsmanship is definitely not a problem.
Therefore, the problem must lie with herself.
There were no flaws in their techniques.
"Is it State of Mind?"
The Divine Firmament Heavenly Heart Sword emphasizes substituting one's own heart for the heart of Heaven.
Heavenly Dao is ruthless; it treats all things like straw dogs.
She was once so close to the true Dao; there should be no one in the world more suited to this Swordsmanship than her.
Why is it that her heart can never truly transcend worldly concerns and find complete tranquility?
Snap--
Not far away, a window of a house opened.
Little Li, peeked out and was slightly taken aback when he saw the girl in the courtyard.
"Ice Block, aren't you going to sleep again?"
"Every now and then, take a break. Sharpening your axe won't delay your work... How about some late-night snacks? How about some Soul Barbecue?"
The boy's smiling words were carried by the wind.
"..."
Ying Bing suddenly froze.
She seemed to have found the State of Mind of her problem.
But instead... I'm even more at a loss for what to do?