True Solution of the Sword Dao-Chapter 53 - 49 Peacefulness One
Chapter 53: Chapter 49 Peacefulness One
Chapter 53 -49 Peacefulness One
The radiance slowly faded.
Gazing at the charred patch on her shoulder, Lin Fei sighed helplessly, pulled out her phone, and dialed her personal secretary’s number.
“Xiao Ling, could you bring me one of those shirts we prepared earlier? Yes, the exact same type. Thank you, that’s very kind.”
In order not to let her parents and younger sister know about her current situation, Lin Fei had bought identical sets of clothes matching her most common attire to deal with circumstances like these.
The night breeze was slightly cool, lifting Lin Fei’s somewhat long hair.
“These people, they must be targeting Lin You, and they all seem to be foreigners. Things are getting complicated.” And according to earlier information, it was impossible for Ping City to allow more than three psychics to stay. This was the result of negotiations between various powers. And now, a mysterious D-class psychic had emerged, apparently in league with these invaders, which likely means they are members of a rival organization to the heresy. That is to say, this person had just arrived in Ping City to carry out a mission.
And their mission is rather baffling.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Fei walked over to the psychic who had summoned the Fire Snake, squatted down, and examined him closely.
He was a curly-haired, pale-faced European man with well-maintained skin, dressed in a black silk outfit. Even now in death, there was a faint and inexplicable aura of authority surrounding him. It was an intrinsic pressure. Without this pressure, it would be hard to believe that he had been a D-class fighter. It should be known that D-class combat power is the peak for a city; in a city, excluding the increasingly declining martial artists, it’s already quite remarkable for one in a million people to be a psychic, and out of a hundred psychics, for half to be ranked is also an excellent record. Finally, for the ranked psychics to advance to D-class, there are essentially only two methods.
One is relying on time, long-term accumulation of strength, mastering control and application, progressing through accumulation, which at least takes decades. And for psychics, a high-risk group, half are unlikely to live past ten years.
Two is relying on insight, exceptional talent and comprehension, which can significantly shorten the time needed to advance. Of course, insight is only a tiny part of the essentials, the most important are willpower and perseverance.
In a hundred psychics, those who can advance to D-class within ten years undoubtedly stand out extraordinarily. In a normal city, at most one or two reaching such a level would be incredibly impressive.
In Ping City, besides Old Master Zhao being D-class, it’s just Lin Fei at this rank. But Old Master Zhao is an exception. He’s not a martial artist, but progressed through psychic abilities. And that’s why the upper echelons of the Shueisha branch value Lin Fei so much; he truly is the genius among martial artists. He is a pure martial artist, the most likely to break through to F-class.
Lin Fei was also aware that like him, the branch had cultivated many prospects. But without the aid of inner qi, martial artists could no longer break through to F-class. Not everyone has a copy of the Sword Dao True Solution.
Squatting down, Lin Fei searched the man’s body and quickly found a brown wallet, a black card, and a small locked diary.
The wallet contained nothing but an ID card and some scattered Renminbi change. The black card felt like it was made of metal, with a relief of a high tower on its surface. In the bottom right corner was a small Arabic numeral: 119.
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After searching the other corpses, Lin Fei found a metal flask, two Zippo lighters, and some loose change.
The branch personnel arrived quickly for cleanup. After changing into a clean shirt in Secretary Xiao Ling’s car, Lin Fei saw the area had been cordoned off and then leisurely strolled to the store. She still hadn’t purchased her ink. As for the shoulder wound, she had managed to narrowly dodge most of the force when she was attacked; it was merely a graze, which was promptly treated with medicine and wrapped in the car, and it wasn’t an issue anymore.
What was most pressing for Lin Fei at the moment wasn’t these issues, but the aftermath of just having merged with the Sword Master’s imprint in the longsword.
The Sword Master’s imprint, described in scientific language, is a remnant memory of an object. Some extremely unique substances in nature can store significant images and sounds for a long time. And this enigmatic longsword was no exception. Such weapons have historically all been called divine weapons.
Lin Fei did not know whether the sword he had obtained was one of the legendary Divine Weapons known throughout history. However, judging by the traces of the former Sword Master, he could catch a glimpse of the ancient prosperity and power of the Sword Dao.
The integration of the Sword Master’s mark was indeed the only method Lin Fei came up with to rapidly enhance his strength. However, this would cause him to endure a barrage of memory fragment impacts in a very short period of time. These impacts were unpredictable, with no certain time or place for their outbreak, potentially erupting at any moment. Moreover, if he couldn’t withstand them, there was a chance that the former Sword Master’s mark and will would overwrite his main consciousness, completely erasing his sense of self. The risk was extremely high.
However, Lin Fei had no choice. As his own strength grew, he increasingly felt that the person who had killed him, although not very strong, was able to commit such acts of wanton slaughter of civilians with the tacit consent of various rules. The force and background behind this behavior were far beyond his imagination.
“Under such unknown conditions, the stronger the strength, the safer it is,” Lin Fei thought, and it was with this in mind that he resorted to this integration at all costs. Through his previous usage of the Sword Heart Chain and his exploration of the Divine Beast Miao, he concluded a possibility that only when in extreme danger would the Sword Master’s mark spontaneously protect him, unleashing the mark’s strength. At that moment, if he quickly integrated actively, he should be able to utilize the previous Sword Master’s comprehension of momentum to break through and reach D rank.
“To gain something, one must definitely pay a price. If I can’t even withstand this kind of impact, then what right do I have to truly reach the peak?” Lin Fei silently calmed his somewhat turbulent inner qi. Having just reached D rank, the intense momentum was transforming his body every second, and a small mishap in the fluctuation of his vital energy could cause a significant reaction.
Walking on the road to the convenience store, Lin Fei’s fingertips gently touched the black tower-shaped card.
“This era probably doesn’t have such advanced signal transmitters yet. It must not be a contact token but rather a symbol of identity.”
In fact, Lin Fei felt a sense of inexplicable melancholy at this point in his journey.
He knew that now he had completely broken away from the destiny of his previous life. A D-rank martial artist stands at the pinnacle above a million people. He could no longer be called an ordinary person.
Now that he had merged with the Sword Master’s mark, Lin Fei also knew the former name of his longsword.
“Huan. Such a strange name, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” Because the memory fragments were stored deep in his mind and could burst out at irregular times, Lin Fei only knew the name of the former strongest Sword Master: Yan Shi. This name had a ring of Yan Shisan’s life-taking thirteen swords. But after all, this wasn’t the wuxia world of Gu Long. There certainly wasn’t a person like Yan Shisan.
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“Bang!” The security door was yanked open violently and slammed against the wall behind it.
“Mom! Dad! Lin Fei!” A frantic voice came from the doorway.
Jiang Feng was sitting on the couch with a remote control in his hand, yawning, just as he saw his daughter standing at the doorway with tear-streaked face, shouting.
“Oh dear, you child, how come you’ve come back looking like this? Weren’t you out playing with your friend? Could it be…” Suddenly, Jiang Feng’s face changed dramatically. “Could it be… you were bullied? Oh my heavens!!”
Lin You stood there in a daze looking at Jiang Feng, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. Only when she heard Jiang Feng’s misunderstanding did she hurriedly react, “No, it’s not that, I just… just worried about you…” She was somewhat at a loss for words.
As she lay on the ground, she watched helplessly as Captain Li and the others were easily and instantly seriously injured; the despair in her heart was unimaginable. It was as if the entire world was collapsing.
In the end, clinging to a sliver of hope, she dragged her exhausted, injured body back home, only to find everything at home was extremely calm. This stark contrast left her frozen on the spot for a moment.
