Shivering Mind

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

The red-painted giant doors that should have been shut tight were presently left ajar, leaving a gap between them.

Lu Sheng peered through the gap and laid eyes on a section of the scenery in the manor through it.

In the run-down courtyard were dried and rotten garden plants, fallen leaves which had covered the ground like a carpet and barren tree forks.

The manor was desolate, without a single soul in sight.

“This has been deserted, hasn’t it?” Lu Sheng inquired softly.

“There were people living in it previously–the eldest son of the couple in the manor, a scholar, lived here. And his younger sister, too, lived here. After the incident… I’ve no idea about now,” Duan Meng’an replied quietly.

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone,” Lu Sheng carefully peered through the gap again. As the carriage moved, he was also getting a better view of the scene in the courtyard from different angles.

A barren, rotten tree.

Windows covered in dust.

A white lantern that swayed in the wind.

House pillars covered in scars and marks.

And… a gray-robed scholar, standing on a stone bridge. His hair was disheveled, his eyes staring dead straight at the passing horse carriage.

Lu Sheng’s eyes sprung wide open. With his powers of sight, he could clearly see that the scholar’s face was devoid of any emotion, his eyes bloodshot and face as pale as paper. Standing in that spot, he seemed completely like a corpse–save for the blinking of his eyes.

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Previously, Lu Sheng did not catch sight of anyone because his line of sight had been partially blocked by the door. But now that the carriage had shifted forwards, the angle changed and another corner of the courtyard entered his view.

The stone bridge and the scholar were in that corner.

The scholar stood in that spot, stiff as a statue, staring at the passing horse carriage.

Lu Sheng, too, examined that scholar in detail. His clothes were tattered and torn. They were filthy and worn, as if they had not been washed for many days. It was also riddled with holes. Moreover, his hair fell all over his shoulders in a mess. Presently, he was standing still on the stone bridge like a pillar, without so much as a budge.

“No one has entered or exited the manor for many days. I don’t think there’s anybody staying in it anymore. After all, without anyone entering or exiting the manor, what would anyone staying inside eat?” Duan Meng’an explained, not having seen the scholar from his angle.

“But there is someone indeed, as a matter of fact. Isn’t he one?” Lu Sheng wagged his chin towards the manor.

Duan Meng’an quickly glanced in the direction.

Yet, curiously, when he glanced over, the scholar had vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Lu Sheng’s eyes narrowed to a slit. It was just a single moment of distraction as he spoke to Duan Meng’an, yet he had actually failed to notice the moment when the scholar had disappeared.

“Where? Young Master, please don’t frighten me,” Duan Meng’an was starting to have the shivers because of Lu Sheng. He peered through the gap between the doors carefully again but saw no sight of any figure.

Lu Sheng’s eyes focused.

“It’s nothing. Perhaps it was my imagination.”

The horse carriage slowly pulled away from the manor. All the way, Lu Sheng kept recalling the scholar’s looks. Somehow, he had a peculiar intuition that something was off about the man.

Soon, the team arrived at Iron Mine Village.

The village was silent and deathly still, just like a cemetery. Wooden houses, some with doors left ajar and others shut, stood one after the other. The wooden doors swung and creaked in the wind.

Each of the men in the team, despite their original strength and vigor, could not help but feel deeply unsettled as they walked between the houses.

Dusk began to fall. Lu Sheng and Duan Meng’an alighted from the carriage and entered a relatively intact wooden house.

Some of these houses had leaking roofs and were ill-suited to housing people once it rained. The gang of men each found wooden huts to stay the night. They made do with the water skins and dry rations they had brought.

Lu Sheng settled into a wooden house that was larger than the rest. He had men move his tent and blankets down from the carriage. After starting a fire in the house, the men then boiled a pot of water drawn from a nearby brook. With some dried meat and mushrooms thrown in and after waiting for it to stew, it turned into a pot of delicious mushroom and sliced meat soup.

The gang squeezed into the cramped quarters, each with a bowl of mushroom and sliced meat soup, eaten together with the dry rations. It made for a rather enjoyable meal.

Lu Sheng, however, was not in the mood to share a meal with the gang. He exited the wooden house and stared in the direction of the manor from the day.

Moonlight spilled down like a white sash. Under the moonlight, the manor was a faint ball of gray shadow in the distance, a short journey away from the village of wooden houses.

Lu Sheng clutched onto his cloak tightly. His brows locked together in a furrow as he gazed at the manor.

Duan Meng’an staggered out with a hint of drunkenness.

“Young Master, why aren’t you coming and joining the brothers for a drink?”

Lu Sheng shook his head lightly, “Have sentries been arranged?”

“Don’t worry, Young Master. It’s been arranged. Three men keep watch in three directions separately. After some food later, we’ll go replace them,” Duan Meng’an was one of Wu San’s key personnel in the past, after all. He was an old hand at dealing with such matters.

“Tomorrow, we’ll check out the mine first. Then, we will proceed to the manor,” Lu Sheng retracted his gaze and said calmly.

“Yes, sir. The mine is just nearby. If not for the fact that we haven’t managed to hire any miners so far, we’d be producing a lot of iron ore each day,” Duan Meng’an said with pity.

“Oh, that’s right, what skill do you practice in the sect?” Lu Sheng asked casually.

“It’s the Bear-Wrestling Arm from the Martial Proclamation Library, a secret manual on the third level…” Duan Meng’an chuckled.

“Bear-Wrestling Arm? Sounds like it’s a strength-related skill?” Lu Sheng’s interest was piqued whenever a conversation’s topic turned to martial arts.

“That’s right. I, Old Duan, haven’t got any other advantages, except for above-average strength that I was born with. That’s why I chose this as my main skill.”

Seeing as he had nothing better to do, Lu Sheng began inquiring with Duan Meng’an on other matters that had to do with martial arts.

Duan Meng’an was an experienced member of the sect and Lu Sheng was pleasantly surprised with the results of his inquiry. He’d obtained a general impression and overall idea of the skills of the sect’s few top leaders from Duan Meng’an.

As for the skills belonging to the rest, they fell by and large within his expectations. Hearing a description of them, Lu Sheng surmised that they largely paled in comparison to the might of his own Blood Fury Skill.

That was, of course, with exception of the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Masters. According to Duan Meng’an, each time these three showed their hand, they would settle the score instantly and resolve any problem within a short time. Hence, none had actually truly witnessed them go all out.

“Young Master is now qualified to enter the Martial Proclamation Library and browse through the free manuals too! My Bear-Wrestling Arm isn’t much to brag about within the Strength Proficiency tier; it’s just very well suited to me,” Duan Meng’an smiled.

“Well, I must say you’re a smart one. You understand that the best skill is the one that suits you best,” Lu Sheng smiled too. “Bear-Wrestling Arm is one of the sect’s free manuals, I know… but I’ve never seen it. Is it a hard body skill?”

“That’s right. It’s a hard body skill that specializes in training strength. And no medicinal potions are needed. Very simple,” Duan Meng’an scratched his head.

“Oh? Do you mind performing a demonstration for me?” Lu Sheng’s eyes lit up. He had long since desired to practice a hard body skill, but almost all of them required medicinal potions and so didn’t work out. He hadn’t expected that Duan Meng’an was practicing a hard body skill that didn’t require any medicinal potions at all.

Duan Meng’an didn’t mind in the slightest. In the first place, the skill was free for all sect disciples. Moreover, the one asking him for a demonstration was his own boss whose skills far surpassed his own. There and then, he found a withered tree and performed Bear-Wrestling Arm’s technique on it.

Lu Sheng questioned him in detail and, before long, thoroughly mastered Bear-Wrestling Arm.

This skill had only one level and was very easy to cultivate. One merely needed to calibrate one’s own breathing and posture according to the mantra formula, then imagine oneself as a bear and slam at a tree with a particular rhythm and sequence.

Its cultivation method was that simple. Lu Sheng, too, stepped forward and tried it himself. No inner Qi was required. Neither was any excessive force. Only plain old slamming until the point where one’s skin hurt.

After practicing for a while according to the mantra, his skin itched and ached perceptibly.

“Young Master’s amazing indeed. It took me many days to grasp the technique. But Young Master got it in one go,” Duan Meng’an complimented with a smile.

“This skill is simple indeed. And the results aren’t too shabby. The only challenge is persistence. To achieve full-mastery, it takes at least twenty years of hard work,” Lu Sheng felt that this hard body skill was likely a segment of a larger skill; it didn’t feel complete, since it focused exclusively on tempering strength and the hardness of one’s skin.

“However, if you follow the mantra carefully, this is how you should do it…”

Having cultivated several skills to full-mastery, Lu Sheng’s depth of insight and experience was leagues above Duan Meng’an’s. After he had comprehended this skill, he quickly discerned its essence. Thus, he could even correct some of Duan Meng’an’s mistakes. Just a few pointers from Lu Sheng led Duan Meng’an to enlightenment and left him truly in awe of Lu Sheng.