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Chapter 142 Unparalleled Hero, Minor Mastery of Spear Technique (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe, Tickets, and Donations Requested)

Nie Daoyi watched quietly until Song Jing finished his practice, then he nodded slightly: "Not bad. To be able to practice this incomplete spear technique to this extent without the guidance of the system shows that both your talent and perseverance are top-notch."

"Incomplete?" Song Jing was taken aback and asked subconsciously. He had always thought that the thirty-six forms of the Wildfire Spear Technique that he had learned were the complete set.

Nie Daoyi did not answer directly, but slowly raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

On the weapon rack beside him, an ordinary ironwood spear flew into his hand automatically. He stood there holding the spear, and his entire demeanor instantly changed.

No longer the peaceful old man, but like a volcano about to erupt, emanating an indescribable, devastating, and overwhelming force.

A terrifying spear intent, seemingly capable of incinerating the entire world, erupted from his center and spread out with a thunderous roar!

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze and burst into flames!

He didn't use any of the first thirty-six moves; he simply gripped the spear with both hands, slowly raised the spear tip horizontally, and pointed it into the void.

next moment--

"Wildfire - Hundred Cuts!"

As his deep, penetrating voice rang out, the ironwood spear in his hand moved!

No, that wasn't "movement," it was as if hundreds or thousands of spears were thrust out in an instant!

It was as if all the essence, all the variations, and all the power of the previous thirty-six forms of the Wildfire Spear Technique had been compressed, condensed, and fused in an instant, and then exploded in the most decisive and violent way!

In Song Jing's eyes, there were countless crimson spear shadows, like the fiery spray from a volcanic eruption or the myriad sparks bursting from a wildfire. Centered on Nie Daoyi, they swept, exploded, cut, and pierced through the void in front of him!

There was no specific trajectory, only a crimson realm of death and destruction!

Wherever the gunshot passed, the air emitted a shriek and a deafening roar, as if it were truly being ignited and torn apart!

The fierce and domineering spear intent made Song Jing and Nie Shuli, who were standing several feet away, feel their scalps tingle and their blood stagnate, as if they would be torn to pieces by the endless spear shadows in the next instant!

Although Nie Daoyi deliberately controlled the power, and the spear shadow quietly dissipated before it touched the courtyard wall, the terrifying power of that fleeting glimpse was deeply imprinted in Song Jing's mind, making him tremble with fear and his hair stand on end!

"This—this is?!" Song Jing exclaimed in disbelief.

This power and momentum far surpass any move he had ever learned before!

It even feels like the combined power of all thirty-six moves is less than a fraction of the might of this one!

Moreover, he was absolutely certain that this move was not found in the manual of the Wildfire Spear Technique!

Nie Daoyi slowly lowered the ironwood spear, and the terrifying spear intent dissipated, transforming him back into the peaceful old man.

He looked at Song Jing, whose face was filled with shock and confusion, and said calmly, "This move is called 'Wildfire Hundred Slashes.' It is the true ultimate secret of my Nie family's Wildfire Spear Technique, a killing move, a fatal spear strike."

He paused, his tone tinged with reminiscence and emotion: "The thirty-six forms of the Wildfire Spear Technique you learned before were merely foundational and power-building methods, like piling up dry firewood. But this 'Hundred Slashes of Wildfire' is the spark that ignites that dry firewood, unleashing its devastating power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas!"

"Everyone thinks that my Nie family's Wildfire Spear Technique is no different from the Inner City's Gale Blade Technique and Flowing Cloud Step Technique, or even slightly inferior because of its incompleteness." A hint of pride and regret flashed in Nie Daoyi's eyes. "Little do they know that the complete Wildfire Spear Technique is the truly top-tier spear technique of the Inner City! Its power is by no means inferior to the clan-protecting secret techniques of the four great families!"

The ultimate technique, "Wildfire Hundred Slashes," is extremely difficult to master. It demands exceptionally high standards from the practitioner in terms of talent, temperament, and even the understanding of the "Wildfire" concept. Furthermore, its transmission is closely guarded and is not passed on to anyone outside the core lineage or those who have been recognized. As a result, outsiders only know the thirty-six forms and are unaware of the hundred slashes.

Within my Nie family, those who can master this technique are extremely rare. Now, in the second branch, besides myself, no one else knows it. Even in the first branch, it has probably been lost long ago, or perhaps no one can master it.”

Song Jing was deeply moved and suddenly realized the truth.

That's it!

No wonder I always felt that while the Wildfire Spear Technique was powerful, it seemed to be missing something. It turns out that what was missing was the finishing touch!

If I had known this "Wildfire Hundred Slashes" earlier, why would I have needed to fight Nie Feng for a hundred moves that day?

After warming up with the previous moves, seize the opportunity and unleash a surprise "Wildfire Hundred Slashes." Within five moves, you can crush and defeat them with an absolute advantage! Its power far surpasses any killing move of Nie Feng's Gale Blade Technique!

"You possess extraordinary talent and unwavering resolve, and even more remarkably, you have already grasped the essence of 'Wildfire.'" Nie Daoyi looked at Song Jing, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of expectation. "Today, I will make an exception and teach you the method of channeling energy in 'Wildfire Hundred Cuts.'"

The principles of Qi and blood circulation and the essence of artistic conception will be taught to you.

Firstly, it's to repay your kindness in helping the second wife out of a predicament; secondly, it's also because I can't bear to see the true essence of this top-level marksmanship completely severed in my hands.

I hope you will cultivate yourself diligently and not disgrace it.

Having said that, Nie Daoyi no longer hesitated and began to explain the secrets of "Wildfire Hundred Slashes" in detail.

From the most basic techniques of generating power to the complex routes of qi and blood circulation, and then to how to accumulate, compress, and detonate the "momentum" of the first thirty-six forms, ultimately transforming it into the devastating "Hundred Slashes"—every detail is explained in a profound yet simple way, and combined with personal insights, the profound principles of spearmanship are eloquently revealed.

Song Jing held his breath and focused intently on listening, memorizing, and understanding.

With the blessing of the talent of "Heaven rewards diligence", his brain is like the most efficient enlightenment machine, quickly absorbing, digesting and integrating every word and every demonstration of Nie Daoyi.

Countless flashes of inspiration collided and burst forth in his mind. The insights accumulated from the previous arduous practice of the Thirty-Six Forms now flowed like a stream that had found its home, rushing wildly towards the understanding of this ultimate mystery.

After some time, when Nie Daoyi finished explaining and demonstrating, he asked Song Jing if he had taken notes and if he had any questions. Song Jing closed his eyes and quietly contemplated for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, it seemed as if two clusters of crimson-gold flames were leaping in them.

He didn't speak, but instead gripped the Crimson Starfire Spear in his hand even tighter.

Following Nie Daoyi's instructions, he slowly adjusted his breathing, circulated his qi and blood, and recalled the essence of the "Wildfire Hundred Cuts" technique.

On the gun barrel, the crimson gold and star silver patterns began to slowly light up, and a fierce and domineering gun intent began to condense and rise on his body. Although it was far less terrifying than Nie Daoyi's, it had already taken shape and carried a kind of indomitable determination.

He took a sudden step forward, exhaled sharply, and poured all his energy, spirit, and understanding of "Wildfire" into this single shot!

"Wildfire - Hundred Cuts!"

"Buzz—!"

The Crimson Starfire Spear emitted a resounding tremor! In an instant, a sparse, dimly lit, but undeniably sharp crimson spear curtain erupted from the tip of the spear!

Like a small cloud of fire, carrying a scorching and fierce aura, it swept forward!

The gunfire whistled through the air, making a hissing sound as it was being sliced ​​apart!

Although there were only a few dozen spear shadows, their power, range, and solidity were far inferior to the "Hundred Slashes" unleashed by Nie Daoyi, but this was indeed "Wildfire Hundred Slashes"!

After Nie Daoyi's explanation and demonstration, he successfully performed it on his very first attempt!

"boom!"

The gunshot struck a thick piece of blue granite that had been placed in the courtyard, producing a loud bang.

The rock surface was instantly covered with dozens of marks of varying depths, as if it had been scorched by fire and then forcefully cut, and gravel fell down in a flurry.

Quiet.

Nie Shuli was already dumbfounded, his mouth agape, speechless.

Although he didn't practice with a gun, he knew the fame and difficulty of mastering the "Wildfire Hundred Cuts" technique. It's said that his second uncle spent several years practicing hard to learn this move!

This Song Jing—he only listened to it once and watched it once, and he already understood it?

Although the power is vastly different, this is indeed the form and meaning of "Wildfire Hundred Cuts"!

Nie Daoyi's usually impassive face finally showed a clear expression of emotion.

He gazed intently at Song Jing, who stood there with his gun sheathed, slightly out of breath, his eyes filled with excitement and understanding. After a long while, he slowly exhaled and sighed, "Excellent! What a talent for the art of the gun! To understand ten things from one, to draw inferences from one instance, to grasp the essence from a single observation—such talent is unparalleled in my life! Compared to you, the younger generation of my Nie family are all mediocre!"

His eyes showed even more appreciation, and his tone carried a hint of emotion and certainty: "Young man, with your talent, temperament, and the true essence of the Wildfire Spear Technique, your future is limitless. Becoming an outer disciple of the Pingtian Sect is already a certainty for you."

Even those at the higher inner sects have great potential! Given time and diligent practice, they can at least reach the Bone Forging Realm level like me and become powerful figures in their own right!

Even—it's not impossible to glimpse even higher realms.

Receiving such high praise from a Bone Forging Realm expert, Song Jing was deeply moved and quickly bowed, saying, "Senior is too kind. I will certainly work diligently and live up to your kindness in passing on your skills!"

Nie Shuli was deeply moved at this moment. Song Jing never expected to receive such praise from his highly accomplished second uncle. It was now a possibility that he could become an inner disciple in the future.

He was utterly shocked. Fortunately, I am friends with such a person, not enemies!

After the instructions were given, the atmosphere in the courtyard eased slightly.

Seeing that his second uncle seemed to be in a good mood, Nie Shuli cautiously asked, "Second Uncle, how many days will you stay home this time?"

The elders in the family are hoping you can stay longer.

Upon hearing this, the gentleness on Nie Daoyi's face gradually faded, and he regained his previous composure. However, within that composure, there seemed to be an unyielding melancholy and resolute determination.

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the northwest, as if piercing through layers of buildings and city walls to see the distant and desolate horizon.

"No." He slowly shook his head, his voice calm yet carrying an unwavering determination. "I have returned to settle some worldly affairs and pass on the true meaning of the Wildfire Spear Technique. My wish has been fulfilled. Tomorrow, I will depart."

"Go? Where is Second Uncle going?" Nie Shuli pressed.

Nie Daoyi did not answer immediately. He walked to the old pine tree, reached out and stroked the rough bark, his eyes becoming distant and profound, as if he were lost in distant memories.

"When I was young, I was also dashing and spirited, living a life of adventure and vengeance. During my travels, I made a close friend." His voice was soft, carrying an indescribable warmth and nostalgia. "His surname was Xie, and his given name was Zhiyuan."

We are not of the same race, but we share the same ideals and temperaments.

Together we venture into hidden realms, exploring ancient ruins; together we fight, seeking revenge and vengeance; together we drink under the moon, discussing martial arts and philosophy—

In those years, we traveled all over the country, sharing life and death, and our tacit understanding was so deep that we could know each other's thoughts with just a glance.

He was skilled at playing the zither; his music could be as stirring as the drums of a battlefield, or as clear and melodious as a mountain stream.

Although I am not knowledgeable in music, I can always hear the sounds of war and the deep emotions of nature in his playing.

He paused, as if a scene from years ago was flashing before his eyes: "I remember once, we were surrounded and chased by our enemies. We fled into a deep mountain forest. After shaking off our pursuers, we were exhausted and covered in wounds. On the bank of an unknown river, he leaned against a huge rock and took out the ancient zither he always carried with him."

At that time, the setting sun was like blood, and the river flowed swiftly. In that river breeze and the blood-red sunset, he played a tune.

The music began fiercely, like the battle we had just fought, then gradually turned sorrowful, like mourning for fallen comrades. Finally, it transformed into an unprecedented peace and vastness, like the ceaseless, all-encompassing river before us.

Nie Daoyi's voice was slightly hoarse: "The song ended, the river breeze remained, and the setting sun was about to disappear. He stroked the strings of his zither, gazing at the surging river, and suddenly whispered to me—he said, 'Brother Nie, if there is an afterlife, I wish to be this river, so that we may meet again.'"

"I wish I could be the river, so that we may meet again—" Song Jing and Nie Shuli murmured these words, and an indescribable sense of sorrow and shock welled up in their hearts.

What profound affection must they have for making such a promise that transcends life and death and is entrusted to the heavens and the earth?

Nie Daoyi pulled himself out of his reverie, his eyes sharpening once more, but within that sharpness burned a cold flame: "Later, by chance, we each went our separate ways. He joined the army, determined to serve his country and guard the frontier."

I continued my travels and cultivation, seeking higher levels of martial arts. We made a pact to reunite and drink together, our music and swords harmonizing, when the world was at peace and the borders were secure. Twenty years passed since then.

His fist had clenched without him even realizing it, and his knuckles made a slight popping sound.

"I only received the definite news a few days ago." Nie Daoyi's voice suddenly turned icy cold, filled with suppressed anger and grief. "He—died in battle. Died on the northwestern frontier, in a bloody battle with those damned northern barbarians. His remains—have never been found."

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze. An indescribable sense of sorrow and desolation permeated the air.

"Twenty years—the next time I heard news of you, it was already a separation by death." Nie Daoyi raised his head, gazing at the vast sky, as if trying to force back something that was about to burst forth from his eyes. "He guarded the frontier his whole life, and in the end, he was buried there. He fulfilled his 'righteousness'."

He turned abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, toward the northwest, the direction in which his dearest friend had died in battle, and the frontier where the flames of war still raged.

"Now, it is my turn to fulfill my righteousness." Nie Daoyi's voice calmed down, but it carried a resolute determination that meant there was no turning back. "Although I am old, my bones and muscles are still strong. I cannot take this Bone Forging Realm cultivation and this Wildfire Hundred Slashes spear technique to my coffin."

Aren't the barbarian cavalry in the Northwest rampant? Didn't they kill my brothers?

I will go and meet them!

Killing one is enough to break even, killing two is a bonus!

With the blood of the barbarians, let us offer a sacrifice to Zhiyuan, and also to the land he guarded his entire life!

Having said that, he stopped looking at Song Jing and Nie Shuli, turned around, and strode out of the courtyard.

His back was as straight as a spear, as solitary as a pine tree, carrying a tragic and resolute air of "the wind howls and the Yi River is cold."

"Second Uncle!" Nie Shuli called out urgently, his eyes already red.

At this moment, Song Jing may have understood the true meaning of the phrases "a peerless national hero" and "a scholar will die for his confidant."

He also solemnly clasped his hands in a deep bow and said loudly, "Respectfully bidding farewell to the senior! Senior—you are truly righteous!"

Nie Daoyi paused slightly, but did not turn around. He simply raised his hand and waved casually as a simple farewell.

The next moment, he vanished beyond the courtyard gate, leaving only the sound of his firm yet lonely footsteps fading into the distance, and the promise that seemed to still echo in the courtyard, a promise that spanned twenty years: "I wish to be the river, so that we may meet again."

The setting sun was like blood, and the landscape stretched for thousands of miles.

An old man, a man of deep affection and loyalty, carrying the last wishes of his dear friend and the unfulfilled promise, and with the burning ambition to ignite the wilderness, resolutely headed towards the war-torn northwest frontier where life and death hung in the balance.

This journey may be one of never returning.

But "morality"

"The two words, along with the gun named 'Prairie Fire,' will forever point in the direction he is heading."