Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 26 Jingjing
As night falls, the streets of Qingyang City are dimly lit and sparsely populated, but a strange atmosphere is stirring in the darkness.

At the corner of the street, a team of Wang family warriors dressed in black, holding lanterns and weapons, were checking every household.

Their faces were gloomy, and their eyes were scanning the passers-by around them like hawks, looking for the murderer who had destroyed the hunting team.

"Damn it! There's still no trace of the murderer?" The leading warrior shouted angrily, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"The murderer's aura seems to have disappeared when he reached the county town. It's really strange." Another person said in a deep voice.

"Keep searching! He can't disappear without a trace." The black-clothed warrior snorted coldly and continued searching forward with his men.

Chu Ning was wearing a gray robe and blending into the crowd, with steady steps and calm eyes.

Although there were Wang family warriors checking him along the way, due to his dual identities as the deacon of Benlei Martial Arts School and the county constable, these people, although with gloomy eyes, could only watch him leave and did not dare to stop him.

However, Chu Ning knew that although the Wang family had not taken action against him, they were secretly suspicious of him.

"All suspicious traces must be completely erased." He thought to himself.

At this time, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and a faint hint of sulfur.

These are all traces of previous battles. If they were noticed by the Wang family, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Chu Ning took a deep breath, his mind moving slightly, and his palms felt slightly warm. The Void Spirit Bell instantly released an invisible wave that spread out like gentle waves.

In an instant, Chu Ning's aura suddenly subsided.

The bloody smell that was originally present seemed to be washed away at this moment, disappearing without a trace; even the hint of sulfur in the air seemed to be isolated in another space.

Chu Ning looked down at the Xu Ling Bell in his hand, which was glowing with a cold light, and was secretly amazed.

"This thing...is indeed more than just a cover-up for one's cultivation level."

Not only can it conceal one's own aura, it can also clean up the traces left by the battle, and even the subtle murderous intent in oneself seems to be completely covered up.

"Good baby."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly as he walked towards the martial arts hall.

In the distance, the patrolling warriors of the Wang family suddenly stopped, and one of them frowned and sniffed the air.

"Strange, I seemed to smell a hint of blood just now... Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Is it an illusion?"

"Maybe, keep searching!"

Chu Ning walked past them with a normal expression.

The Wang family warriors didn't notice anything unusual and could only watch him leave.

Chu Ning sneered in his heart.

"Wang family, I'm afraid you'd never imagine that I'm right under your noses."

A moment later, he passed through the crowd and arrived at the Benlei Martial Arts Hall smoothly.

The lights in Benlei Martial Arts Hall were bright.

The disciples were training at night, their shouts like thunder, their well-coordinated punches and kicks pulsing through the courtyard like rumbling thunder. From afar, each disciple possessed a thunderous force, their footsteps stomping the ground, filling the entire martial arts hall with a majestic aura.

Chu Ning pushed open the heavy door and walked towards the backyard.

In the courtyard, a sturdy figure sat at a stone table, draped in a loose grey robe. Holding a jug in one hand, he slowly poured out a cup of sake. The aroma of the wine permeated the air, wafting through the night breeze.

Lei Wanjun looked up at Chu Ning, his eyes deep and inquiring.

"What have you learned from Li Jing'an recently?" he asked casually. Although his tone was casual, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Chu Ning walked over and sat down opposite him. He reached out and picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and shook it gently. He said, "Some simple methods of controlling power and techniques of concealing your aura."

Lei Wanjun raised his brows slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Hidden aura? Why can't I sense your cultivation level now?"

Chu Ning chuckled and said, "Li Jing'an taught me a set of techniques to conceal my cultivation. It allows me to restrain my true energy and aura so that it doesn't show on the outside."

Lei Wanjun was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. Then he changed the subject and said in a low voice, "The Wang family is making such a big fuss outside. What happened?"

Chu Ning casually shook his wine glass and said calmly, "The Wang family hunting team went to the Black Wind Forest to hunt the Blue Eyed Snow Fox, and they were completely wiped out."

Lei Wanjun was stunned and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "The whole army was wiped out? What about Wang Li, the direct descendant of the Wang family?" "He is dead too." Chu Ning's tone was still calm, as if he was stating an unimportant matter.

Lei Wanjun's expression suddenly became complicated. He was shocked at first, and then a hint of ecstasy appeared.

He slammed the table and laughed out loud, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"Good! The Wang family has finally gotten what they deserve! They harmed my loved ones, and now they're finally experiencing the pain of losing them!"

But just as he was immersed in this pleasure, his expression changed slightly, as if he realized something.

He looked at Chu Ning deeply and said slowly, "How do you know so much? Could it be... related to you?"

Chu Ning nodded lightly and said calmly: "I killed him."

Lei Wanjun's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at Chu Ning for a long time without saying a word.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud, his voice shaking the entire courtyard.

"Good! Good! Good! Chu Ning, you really make me so happy!"

After the laughter died down, his eyes sparkled with admiration. He looked at Chu Ning seriously and said, "Just based on this, you will be the next master of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall!"

Chu Ning waved his hand and said calmly, "Master, I'm young and it's hard for me to convince others."

Lei Wanjun was startled for a moment, then he laughed and nodded, "Yes, yes, it would be rude to let you be the headmaster."

Lei Wanjun picked up the wine glass, his eyes suddenly becoming deep: "Chu Ning, if you win the Qingyun Tournament, I will betroth Jingjing to you."

Chu Ning's fingertips trembled, and he nearly spilled the wine. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to his elder sister, curled up in the corner of the hut—that cold winter, when the debt collectors had overturned the brazier, and his mother, coughing up blood, had clutched the corner of his clothes.

"Master." His throat tightened. "A person like me is not worthy of marriage."

Lei Wanjun slammed the table, his wine cup jumping three inches. "Do you think I'm pedantic? When Jingjing was thirteen, she was plotted against by the Wang family and nearly killed. If you could help her break free from this world of cannibalism..." He suddenly paused, raised his head and drank the remaining wine. "Well, the matter of the ring, you decide for yourself."

Chu Ning frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Even someone as powerful as the gym leader, with all the influence of the gym, can't completely guarantee the safety of my family... I have to get stronger as quickly as possible!"

Lei Wanjun suddenly laughed and said, "You have already agreed to represent Benlei Martial Arts School in the Qingyun Tournament. Don't regret it just because I want to marry my daughter to you."

Chu Ning was a little embarrassed and quickly waved his hands, saying, "No, no."

Lei Wanjun laughed heartily, his eyes filled with meaning: "Don't worry, Jingjing's talent and beauty are definitely worthy of you."

Chu Ning had no choice but to agree, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

"The prize for the Qingyun Tournament is the fragments of the Nine Heavens Thunder Code." Lei Wanjun stroked the Thunder Blade that Chu Ning had repaired. "Do you know why the Thunder Blade Sect was destroyed? Because someone believed in it." He smashed the teacup into pieces. "Anyone who collects all three volumes of the Thunder Code can summon a heavenly calamity to slay the immortals!"

Lei Wanjun changed his tone, his expression becoming serious: "The Qingyun Tournament will begin soon, and you should prepare to set off for the capital city."

Chu Ning picked up the wine glass and drank it slowly, his eyes flickering slightly.

He had heard from the owner of the gym a long time ago about the Qingyun Arena, which was a battle arena that brought together talents from all over the world. The winner would not only receive generous rewards, but also become famous overnight and be known throughout the city.

Lei Wanjun's expression was slightly serious. He said, "This competition is different than before. Although previous competitions were packed with powerful people, this time, the strongest disciples from all the major sects will also be in attendance. Even... some of the top sects in the prefectural city have sent their core disciples."

Chu Ning put down his wine glass and said calmly, "A sect in the prefectural capital?"

Lei Wanjun said in a deep voice: "Yes, the Tianlei Sect and Hanshan Sect of the prefectural city, and even people from the Wuhou Mansion will be there."

Chu Ning was slightly shocked. The Wuhou Mansion was a martial arts family that held real power, and its children were all extraordinary.

Lei Wanjun continued, "If you can become famous in the arena, you will not only bring honor to the martial arts school, but also gain additional training resources. But at the same time, too much fame will also attract many enemies."

Chu Ning smiled and said, "That's perfect. I also want to see what level I am at now."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanjun revealed a look of satisfaction. He then glanced at him again and said, "But... have you made proper arrangements at home for your departure?"

Chu Ning frowned slightly and said slowly: "My sister is still at home. I am indeed a little worried."

Lei Wanjun smiled and waved his hand, saying, "That's not difficult. Just take her to the martial arts hall and let her stay there. As long as she's there, even the Wang family won't dare to cause trouble."

Chu Ning heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, he stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Master."

Lei Wanjun picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with his. The wine rippled slightly, like the calm before thunder.

(End of this chapter)