Chapter 30 – Turn Old Knowledge into New Use (1/2)
A second later, the sound came up again.
The same four words, four stars, and one position was repeated.
Then a new set of words were heard. “Su Shu, Shan Wei.”
Luo Luo held the Falling Rain Whip in her hands and guided the whip to follow the directions. The raindrops and wind all solidified into one straight line. It was as if the line ignored time and accurately pierced into the one point in the sky.
The completely dark sky had nothing. Yet when the Falling Rain Whip stabbed in, it brought another streak of blood and a painful cry! Different from the previous painful call, which carried shock and anger, this call expressed more confusion and even some fear!
Luo Luo felt that her Qi was moving inside her body with tremendous speed even if it was not flowing through the all the vessels that the sword technique required. The Qi was still able to arrive at the hand that was holding the whip and reach a point where it was even stronger than when she was practicing it.
This made her very confused but even more so surprised and happy.
At the same time, the voice kept coming. Sometimes it gave her instructions about the sword technique of Wind and Rain Sword of Mountain Zhong, sometimes it told her which actions she should make, and sometimes it told her how she should channel her Qi, but the instructions were all different from what the sword technique manual said. Most of the things that she heard from was based on the stars in the sky.
Hearing the voice made Luo Luo remember a time when she was very little. Her dad was on the edge of the cliff and pointed towards the clouds to teach her fighting techniques. Thinking back made her feel more and more tranquil and calm. She didn’t need to think and she simply had to let her spirit follow her mind. The Falling Rain Whip in her hand flew over like an extremely sharp sword and constantly stabbed into the darkness.
Pa pa pa pa (sounds). From the darkness came a seemingly infinite amount of blows. The sounds were came from the tough and terrifying Falling Rain Whip which had landed on the demon’s body. Several dozens of fragmented fabrics could be seen flying in the wind soon after. These black fabrics fell to the ground.
Chi chi chi chi (more sounds). The first half of the Falling Rain Whip was stained with blood and became red. Blood were also splashing out of the darkness at the same time, but the wounded man was still invisible. It was as if a shapeless pen dipped with red ink was scribbling uncontrollably. The image looked very strange.
After another painful but angry yell, the Demon elite finally could no longer hide where he was and fell out of the darkness. Immediately after his feet touched the ground, he rolled along the surface a dozen loops. It was only until he was near the lake did he dare to stop.
On the Demon elite’s body, wounds from the Falling Rain Whip could be seen everywhere on his body. He was constantly bleeding and the robe hanging messily on his body had already became spliced up. He looked extraordinarily miserable. Where could his previous power and influence be seen?
The first thought he had after being forced out of the darkness was to retrieve back to it and get away from the Falling Rain Whip. The farther, the better. During the process of moving back with difficulty, he did not forget to take back the magic weapon that he had placed in the lawn at the beginning of the battle because he had lost all his courage and spirit to fight.
He squatted next to the lake like a dog. His right hand held onto the magic weapon to protect his head. The sounds coming out of his mouth were like a broken air bellow. It was very hoarse and filled with shock, anger, hatred, and fear because he could not understand why was he could not hide from the whip.
“Who? Who is it! Get out!”
The Demon elite looked at the darkness surrounding the Tradition Academy. Then helooked toward the dark light outside of the library. He remembered that he seemed to have forgotten about something. His bloody face revealed extreme tension and his voice was very shaken.
The light on the lawn outside of the library became brighter because the door was opened.
Then the surrounding light became a bit darker because someone just walked out.
A youngster stood on the staircase.
He wore an old Taoist robe and held a little sword.
His face was slightly pale and somewhat nervous but his eyes looked determined and had no intention to flinch.
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Chen Chang Sheng was always in the library.
For all these nights, he has been in the library.
He was absorbing the starlight and Purifying himself.
The reason he woke up from the meditation mode wasn’t because of the raging fight outside of the library, but because the magical weapon used by the demon xiuxingst interfered with the starlight that was shining down from the night sky.
He had walked to the window and found out a battle was ensuing in the Tradition Academy. He didn’t know who the young girl was but after seeing the demon horns of that man, he knew immediately which side he should stand with.
And then, the male demon disappeared into the darkness of night.
The long whip in the hand of the young girl summoned the wind and rain into the field.
From the beginning he didn’t think that he had the ability to help the young girl because he hasn’t even reached Purification yet. Besides, the young girl and the male demon were seemingly more powerful than him.
He stood at the window’s corner and observed the fight silently. He was cheering for the young girl but he didn’t make any sound. Chen Chang Sheng didn’t want to bring any negative variable into this fight so he didn’t want his presence to distract the young girl.
The demon probably wouldn’t care about a regular human’s life, but that young girl might.
He didn’t miss this detail because he was a careful and observant person.
But a moment later, he discovered surprisingly that he might actually be able to change this fight.
The whip in the young girl’s hand was no ordinary weapon but she wasn’t using the techniques of a whip but rather a sword.