Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 7 Jiaziyuan

The light from the sky outside the cave pierced through the morning mist. Chu Ning took the unripe Xuanyang fruit into his arms. The peel was as hot as a branding iron, but it could not resist the murderous intent boiling in his chest.

He licked his cracked lips and stroked the longbow behind his back with his backhand. The bowstring was still stained with animal blood and the fishy smell had not yet dissipated.

"It's time to pay back the debt," he murmured, and his figure swept towards the cliff like a ghost.

At the foot of the cliff, the cold wind blew snow particles wildly, and dozens of snow ferrets were running fast along the wall.

Its entire body was silver-white, with a little vermilion on the tip of its ear, and its fur glowed faintly in the darkness.

The ferret just smelled a hint of blood, a warning from its pack. The moment its front paw dug into the cracks in the rock, a piercing scream suddenly exploded above its head.

"call out--"

An iron arrow grazed its left earring and sank into the rock wall, sending rubble flying. Its silver fur stood on end, and a terrified whimper escaped its throat.

It recognized this sound: three days ago, the strongest white-browed tiger in the tribe had his throat pierced by this shrill cry.

escape!
Instinct propelled its limbs to run wildly, but the second scream had already arrived. It suddenly kicked the wall and turned over, watching helplessly as the iron arrow pierced the spine of its compatriot beside it.

Warm blood splashed on the tip of its nose, and it drilled madly into the crevice of the rock, but it smelled an even stronger smell of death.

The smell of that human was pressing down from above his head. He was hanging upside down on a protruding rock, with the bowstring fully drawn like a waning moon, and the cold light of the arrow reflected his pupils that were shrunk to needle points.

puff!puff!
At the critical moment, it leaped to the right, but heard the screams of its compatriots behind it. Two ferrets were strung together like a bloody gourd by iron arrows, nailed to the spot where it had been.

The crevice was so close, it desperately tried to get through. In the darkness, it curled up in a ball, trembling violently, its ears ringing with the scattered cries of its tribe. The human's footsteps faded, but the whispers wrapped in the wind and snow made it freeze:

"Forty-nine fifty."

Chu Ning knelt on one knee and stroked the silver-white fur of the ferret with his hand. This was a treasure that the dignitaries fought over.

Suddenly, the Hunyuan Divine Order roared suddenly, as if thousands of thunders exploded in the skull!

【Repayment conditions met! 】

The cold golden characters turned into a torrent of lava, pouring into every part of his body.

Chu Ning's pupils suddenly shrank. He saw himself standing on the edge of a cliff in a rainstorm, an arrow piercing through the rain curtain and nailing a flapping fly to death in the crevice of the rock; he saw an iron arrow splitting the fallen leaves against the wind in the dense forest where the wind was howling, breaking the veins into powder but not damaging the leaves at all; he saw himself closing his eyes and drawing a bow under the moonlight, and where the arrow pointed, the candlelight a hundred steps away was extinguished.

Every scene is filled with real pain: the burning sensation of the bowstring cutting the palm, the chill of the rainstorm soaking the bone marrow, the blood droplets splashing on the arrowhead when the tiger's mouth is cracked. Thousands of times of hard training that were on the verge of limit now turned into boiling magma, surging and roaring in the meridians.

"ho"

A low roar escaped from Chu Ning's throat, his tattered cloth clothes exploded, and a bloody bow pattern appeared on his back.

The bloody palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new skin glowed with a cold metallic light, and the moment his five fingers gripped the bowstring.

"Zheng!"

The bow actually made a trembling sound like a dragon's roar.

The wind and snow around him suddenly froze, the falling snowflakes visible to him in every detail, even the rhythm of the ferret's heartbeat was audible. His hand on the bow was as steady as a rock, and even before the arrow's tip moved, the force of his Qi had already plowed a three-foot furrow in the ground.

A sudden gust of wind blew up, and the moment Chu Ning released the bowstring, the entire cliff tilted three inches, following the arrow's force. The fleeing ferrets scattered, but the arrow, without a single stain of crimson, simply sunk deep into the rock face. The tail of the arrow vibrated, sending a ripple of air that cleared away the snow within a ten-foot radius.

Chu Ning stood with his head bowed, closing his eyes and feeling the power surging in his veins.

At this moment, he was no longer a hunter in the mountains.

He is the bow, the arrow, the Yama who was dragged out from the depths of hell by the Hunyuan Divine Order! The next day, Shen Ji Leather Shop.

Shen Yan leaned back in the armchair, his fingertips rubbing the arrow holes on the sable fur, his jade ring reflecting the candlelight: "Two sables with one arrow, Brother Chu's archery skills have probably reached the level of an intermediate grade."

Chu Ning remained silent, the silver weighing heavily upon his bosom. The moment he fastened the purse, he seemed to hear his sister's soft cough after drinking the ginseng and antler soup, and to see the newly pasted window paper on the dilapidated house tremble in the wind.

"Are you really not considering the Blue-Eyed Snow Fox?" Shen Yan suddenly leaned forward and tapped the table with his finger. "The state government's reward has increased to three thousand taels. It's said that the beast's eyeball is the reward."

"Not interested." Chu Ning pushed the door open and stepped into the snowy wind. Shen Yan laughed softly behind him, "Interesting."

As he turned the corner, he suddenly stopped.

Three frozen beggars lay huddled against the wall, their purple faces covered in snow. Chu Ning tore off his tattered robe to cover the bodies, his knuckles cracking the wooden plaques.

The blood-stained bluestone steps of the Benlei Martial Arts School were winding like a python, and the half-broken finger stuck between the fangs of two stone lions was covered with frost.

The gatekeeper disciple, wrapped in fox fur, huddled in the gatehouse. Seeing the snow-stained coarse cloth on Chu Ning's clothes, he sneered and exhaled with white air: "If the martial arts hall doesn't provide porridge, go to the south of the city to beg for food."

"Practice martial arts." Chu Ning's voice was as hoarse as a whetstone.

"Practicing martial arts?" The disciple lifted his fox fur coat, half of his face poking out, his eyes glancing at his cracked straw sandals. "Poor in literature, but rich in martial arts. Don't make yourself miserable."

The purse slammed onto the table, and three official silver ingots tumbled out, their snowflake patterns as clear as if carved. The gatekeeper's pupils suddenly shrank. The official silver was extremely pure, and ten taels was worth fifteen taels at market price.

"Cingzi Academy, boxing practice at the hour of Mao. Those who are late will have their hands chopped off." The disciple's Adam's apple rolled, but he held the wooden sign in his palm and didn't hand it over. "However... add five taels to attend Instructor Zhou's lecture, and add ten taels to enter the medicine pool of Jiazi Academy for body tempering."

Chu Ning knocked his knuckles against the silver ingot on the table, and blood oozed from his cracked knuckles. "Academy A's medicine pool, and another set of bone strengthening powder."

The disciple stood up suddenly, not even bothering to pick up his fox fur coat as it slipped off. His voice trembled as he fished out a gilded wooden token from the secret compartment: "You, you should have said you were a distinguished guest! Courtyard No. 7, Jiazi, the medicine pool opens every day at twilight. This is the token for the Bone Strengthening Powder..."

Chu Ning clenched the exchange card tightly, turned around and stepped into the iron gate of the martial arts hall. The nodding and flattering words of the disciples behind him were swallowed up by the wind and snow, and only the sound of money bags could be heard.

Just after passing the screen wall, a fist gust of wind hit his face.

Chu Ning dodged sideways, but saw the scarred man approaching with a fierce grin, and his fist hit the ground like a sledgehammer.

"That's the rule of the Bing Academy!" the burly man's fist blasted. "Newbies have to take three punches from me!"

boom!
The first punch hit Chu Ning's heart, and he staggered back with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The second punch was even more powerful, but he suddenly stepped forward, and the hidden power of "Rough Stone Hard Skill" burst out, and rock patterns appeared on his skin.

Click!

Amid the crisp sound of the strong man's finger bones breaking, Chu Ning had already grabbed his throat and forced him to kneel on the ground, crushing the blue bricks with his knees: "The third punch, I'll take your place."

The entire place was in a dead silence. On the high platform, the black-robed instructor narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard, instantly crushing the toy in his palm into dust.

"You've got a mistake!" The gatekeeper rushed into the courtyard, panting, and grabbed the scarred man by the back of his collar. "This is the distinguished guest from Courtyard A, Room 7!"

The wooden sign was held high above the head, and the gilded character "甲" shone brightly in the snow.

The black-robed instructor finally stood up and slowly walked down the stairs. With each step, the blue bricks cracked into spiderweb-like patterns. "Martial arts school rules: those who engage in private fights are prohibited from entering the medicine pool for three days. Go to the back mountain to fetch water!"

The scarred man was as if he had been pardoned and crawled out of the yard.

The instructor turned and looked at Chu Ning, his gaze lingering for a moment on the tense muscles beneath his coarse cloth. "The medicine pool in the Jia courtyard opens at twilight. Now that you're in the Jia courtyard, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)