chsdbacks Chapter 122 Getting Involved
Chapter 122 Getting Involved
Chapter 122 Getting Involved
Lin Mu chased after the direction in which the shadow disappeared.
The Golden Wing Technique drew a faint golden arc in the darkness.
He zipped silently between the treetops and rooftops, capturing every unusual fluctuation in the shadows along the way.
But the shadow seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness itself, leaving no trace after crossing the ridge.
Only the soft rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the wild grass could be heard.
He landed on a branch of an old locust tree, held his breath, and scanned the official road beneath his feet and the woods on both sides with his eyes.
No.
He waited a moment, then scanned it again.
still none.
The shadow is the assassin, and the assassin's greatest skill is not killing, but hiding.
He hid deep in the shadows, like a drop of water hidden in a river.
Lin Mu leaned against the tree trunk, his fingers gently stroking the cold bone fragments of the Broken Mountain River.
How can we get him to show himself?
He thought about it for a long time.
The shadow is a Core Formation cultivator, while he is only a Transformation Realm cultivator. There is a natural hierarchy of contempt between Core Formation and Transformation Realm cultivators, just like an adult is not afraid of a child.
If Shadow discovers that the person following him is only at the Transformation Realm, he will most likely want to take care of this arrogant tail while he's at it.
By getting involved and using oneself as bait, one might be able to lure it out.
Lin Mu jumped down from the old locust tree and landed in the middle of the official road, deliberately stomping heavily, his boots making a rustling sound as they ground on the gravel.
He stopped, looked around, and then muttered something in a very natural tone.
"Where's the shadow? Elder Quan said it ran in this direction, but there's not a trace of it."
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to penetrate into every shady spot on either side of the official road.
He left his back completely exposed to the moonlight, his hands on his hips, and continued muttering.
"Could they have run away?"
"How are we going to explain this to Elder Quan when we get back?"
The dew cocoons on his body were fully activated, with hundreds of energy beads trembling slightly on the surface of his skin, each corresponding to a different martial art's power path.
The speed path required to activate the Golden Wings Skill, the burst path required to unleash the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and the evasion path required to launch the Gale Step are all laid out in advance and can be activated at any time.
He only has one chance; once his shadow is discovered, it will vanish into the endless shadows.
Therefore, one must wait for the shadow to strike first, and then counterattack at the moment when the fatal blow is about to reach oneself.
Just then, a slight chill suddenly came from behind, as if an ice needle had silently pressed against the skin of the back of my neck.
His hair stood on end in an instant.
He activated the Golden Wings Technique, and the two dew-like cocoons on the soles of his feet burst open. He disappeared from the spot and reappeared in mid-air—turning back.
The short-range explosive power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, wrapped in the golden force of the fist, blasted out from the fist tip, leaving a wave-shaped tail of dark gold light in the night.
The fist struck the center of the black humanoid silhouette that emerged from the shadows of the official road.
The shadow clearly hadn't expected him to launch a sudden counterattack. Unable to dodge in time, it instinctively transformed its body into a dark liquid, attempting to dissipate backward using the force of the punch.
But the force of the punch was extremely fierce. The moment the fist struck the inky liquid, it dented the liquid inward, creating a large and deep crater.
The shadow grunted, and the dark liquid was blasted apart by the force of the punch, splashing onto the gravel and grass on both sides of the official road.
But the splashed ink-colored droplets, upon touching the ground, quickly flowed into the shadows of the nearby grass through the gaps between the pebbles, then receded like a tide, disappearing into the shadows.
Failed.
The punch was powerful; even a Core Formation cultivator would be powerless to retaliate. However, the shadow's body connected with the other shadows the instant it made contact with the punch, merging into them.
This was the first time he had ever encountered such a bizarre martial art.
Before he knew it, a shadow quietly rose from the shade of the willow tree.
Those eyes, without a single white showing, stared at Lin Mu.
He slowly tilted his head, as if reassessing this master prey, before sinking back into the shadows, his aura disappearing along with him.
Lin Mu stood in the middle of the official road, traces of dark liquid still remaining on the edge of his fist that had shattered mountains and rivers.
He held his breath, his gaze sweeping over every shadow on either side of the official road.
Still can't find it.
Is the shadow brewing another deadly move?
It belongs to the Xuanmen sect. Such a bizarre technique is definitely not a common human martial art. Transforming the body into an inky liquid and then merging into the shadows has transcended the scope of martial arts and is more like the innate ability of a demon bloodline.
Since it is the power of the demon race, is the Way of Literature useful?
Lin Mu decided to give it a try.
He channeled the last of his vital energy into his dantian, forcing the faint white light out and allowing it to flow slowly down his meridians to his fingertips.
Then he raised his right hand and shone his righteous energy onto the ground of the official road beneath his feet.
The pure white light, like the first glimmer of dawn on the horizon, silently covered the bluestone slabs of the official road.
Then he saw it.
Less than three feet behind him, a faint human figure lay motionless in the shadows of the cracks in the bluestone slabs.
The shadow looked at him with some surprise.
Just as it was about to disappear back into the shadows, Lin Mu activated his Golden Wings Technique, his fist enveloped in the pure white light of righteous energy and the golden force of his punch, and he unleashed a powerful blow.
The shadow let out a piercing screech, its body rapidly melting under the scorching pure white light. The inky liquid struggled on the bluestone slab, trying to burrow into the shadows on either side, but the righteous energy firmly pinned it in place.
It raised its head, its deep black eyes reflecting the increasingly bright light from Lin Mu's fist, and then its entire body exploded from the inside, turning into countless black fragments that scattered in the night wind.
Then the items on its body slowly began to appear.
A dark gray short brown garment, riddled with holes by the scorching heat of the righteous spirit.
A pair of thin-soled soft boots with the cuffs of the trousers tied with strips of cloth.
There were also two short blades coated with poison, the dark green layer on their edges still gleaming eerily in the moonlight.
Lin Mu carefully moved the broken mountains and rivers aside, and then saw the two rolls of parchment under the short brown robe.
The paper was thin but tough, and the edges were slightly scorched by the lingering aura of the aura, but the ink marks on the paper were still clear and intact.
He had seen this kind of paper at the Xuanmen stronghold.
The sealed letter was also made of the same material, tanned from the skin of some kind of demonic beast. It could be preserved for a long time and was not easily infested by insects or burned.
He unfolded the first roll of parchment.
The image above depicts a detailed and intricate animal pattern.
The complete animal pattern of the Golden-Winged Phoenix, from the back of its neck to its tailbone, from its shoulder blades to its fingertips, is embroidered on the paper with fine gold thread for every line.
The golden threads gleamed with a warm yet cold luster under the moonlight, exactly the same as the patterns that appeared on Quan Feng's body when he activated his fully-formed Golden Wings.
He couldn't wait to start the second volume.
This parchment is thinner and more transparent, with only a dark gold mark the size of a thumbnail on it.
Rubbings of the original imprint of the Golden Wing Bend.
He resisted the urge to study the paper on the spot, quickly rolled up the two rolls of paper again and stuffed them into his pocket. After looking around to make sure no one had noticed, he activated his Golden Wing Technique and fled the scene.
Don't stay here for long.