Taking another step, the sound of cicadas grew even louder.
"Crack!"
After five consecutive steps, Su Mu felt the flow of qi blood and power within him increase by approximately thirty percent, his montum reaching a peak. Naturally, he struck out with a punch, and the sky suddenly let out a crisp cracking sound.
"Willow catkins follow the wind, cicada steps kill."
Su Mu had an epiphany in his heart and gained a deeper understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of these two lightweight skills, vaguely considering the possibility of integrating three lightweight skills.
"Integrating lightweight skills is not urgent; at least both of these Eighth-Grade Lightness Techniques must first be cultivated to Great Success, or even Perfection, before considering it."
The walls have ears.
A figure, believing himself to be unnoticed, glanced a few tis towards the small courtyard, worried to see Su Mu hastily cultivating lightweight skills before the fight.
"Master, that Li Feiyu..." Zhang Lin knelt on one knee, speaking in a low voice, "I saw that Li Feiyu was only looking at that Lightness Technique Secret Manual before the battle. His lightweight skill seems like flying cicadas, but his consecutive stepping is wayward..."
The teacup in Landlord Li's hand shattered with a crack, and the wrinkle between his brows deepened.
"Old Zhou has already spread the news; knowing the Flower-Picking Thief's nature, he'll likely be here within three days..." Landlord Li sighed in silence.
"In a crisis, you turn to unproven solutions; I chose wrong this ti..."
"Master, should we..."
"It's too late now; we can only let things take their course. For now, let's not worry about Li Feiyu...we can't intervene."
As the day of celebration approached, everyone in the Li Mansion was on edge, the air heavy with an impending storm.
For the next two days, Su Mu did not take a step out of the small courtyard, focused solely on cultivating the two lightweight skills, seemingly forgetting the matters of the Li Mansion, even having the inclination to call for paper and ink to be brought by the staff.
"Guard Zhang, that Hero Li in the east wing small courtyard asked for paper and ink again early this morning."
The Li Mansion maid hesitated to speak, and upon hearing this, Zhang Lin's fury burned, striking a pillar with his fist, shaking off a few celebratory paper cuts: "At a ti like this, does Li Feiyu still have the leisure for calligraphy?!"
"The master truly misjudged the man; Li Feiyu cannot be trusted!"
Zhang Lin stord off angrily. Initially, he felt guilty regarding Li Feiyu, but over the past two days, his guilt had dissipated.
This Li Feiyu was harmful to others and himself; if he perished in the east wing small courtyard, he would have no one to bla but himself.
"I mustn't let this happen; with the young lady's big day approaching, I must get the master to think of another plan to avoid endangering her."
...
In an inn in North Town, an old man with a wrinkled face finished reading a secret letter, a murderous gleam flashing in his eyes.
Previously, word spread in the market of a Blade Catcher from Cyan Cloud arriving at the Li Mansion, with Landlord Li hosting a grand banquet that sa day to welco them with honor.
Today, news from Cyan Cloud arrived.
"Li Feiyu, the Blade Catcher who was promoted to Silver Order six months ago, once perford a Reverse Slash from the Eighth Grade Bone Forging Realm against Zhou Tiande, a Seventh Grade Martial Artist who underwent Yijin once..."
Upon a quick scan, the last information on the secret scroll halted at the slaying of Ghost-Hand Scholar Zhou Qing.
"Courting death!"
The old man burned the secret scroll, a torrent of killing intent surging in his heart. Initially shocked by the news on the streets, Bai Yi was first astonished, wondering who dared to ddle in his affairs.
Being cautious by nature, Bai Yi chose not to act rashly, instead sending soone to Cyan Cloud to investigate Li Feiyu's background.
Despite Li Feiyu's record of slaying a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, his opponents had all been weak novices who underwent the Yijin once, rely reckless youths unafraid of the tiger.
The old man's eyes flashed coldly, combining with the news from the Li Mansion over the past two days that Li Feiyu was contemplating lightweight skills before the battle, Bai Yi beca furious.
"You young brat, how dare you insult your Grandpa Bai like this!"
Imagining himself, the great Bai Yi, being so cautious around such a young punk from Cyan Cloud, while the brat was rely sharpening his knives before battle, clearly trying to disgrace him.
"Tonight, I shall ensure you taste the agony of a thousand cuts!" Bai Yi's slender fingers suddenly gripped his cheek.
Rip--------
Tearing off a human skin mask, it revealed a half-hideous ghost-like face underneath; the left face seed seared by boiling oil, with dark red flesh barely visible beneath the wrinkled skin.
He slowly pulled out a new human skin mask from his bosom and ticulously adhered it.
The candle fla flickered, reflecting in the copper mirror a handso face well-known in Canghe County, Bai Yi's expression of intoxicated satisfaction.
Whoosh!
The wooden window overlooking the street alley trembled, and the shadow inside the house rged with the darkness outside.
"Close doors and windows, guard against thieves!"
Old Zhao, the night watchman, suddenly had his lantern shake, a spark or two bursting from the fla.
His hoarse voice abruptly stopped, looking back swiftly, only to catch a glimpse of a snapped twig, blown from a withered tree by the cold wind.
"I must have been mistaken… this dreadful weather is truly cold."
Looking at the falling branch on the snow-covered ground, the night watchman tightened the clothes on his back and continued along the street.
The night was as dark as ink, a shadow flashed across the rooftops, like a ghost weaving through the layered courtyards of the Li Mansion on North Street.
Even though Landlord Li had doubled the night patrol, those dressed guards remained oblivious to the shadow passing overhead.
In the deep parts of the Li Mansion, the academy was brightly lit, Landlord Li tossing in restless slumber for three nights straight.
Bai Yi hid within the shadow of a tree, unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the dagger at his waist, his eyes flashing coldly before quickly disappearing, "Let the old scoundrel live a few more days..."
He sneered in his heart; since the Li Family dared involve a Blade Catcher to deal with him, after the wedding, he was determined to turn the Li Mansion's red silk into white mourning cloth, giving the Li Family a 'grand celebration.'
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