India, northern mountain region, in a hillside thatched hut.
Several masters were practicing hidden weapons. Among them, so were in their fifties or sixties, so in their pri, and so were just over ten years old.
A soft murmur arose, breaking the harmony.
"Eldest senior brother, do you think Master can succeed? That is the Evil God after all."
"Pssh, what’s so great about the Evil God? Under Master’s hand, he’s just a small fry."
"That’s true, Master is a giant in the martial arts world throughout India, why would he fear him?"
...
After seeing off their older cousin, the three of them hurried ho.
This ti, Leng Ruobing drove herself, not allowing anyone else to touch her BMW, especially after what had happened with Song Xiaoji.
Xiao Zheng leaned back in the rear seat, his eyes closed as if dozing off. Suddenly, his ears twitched as he sensed sothing unusual, and his eyes snapped open.
His movent startled Chu Xiaoran, who had been peacefully sleeping while holding onto Xiao Zheng’s arm,
feeling Xiao Zheng’s twist, she imdiately woke up.
"Xiao Zheng, what’s wrong?" She was about to get angry when she saw the confusion on Xiao Zheng’s face, and quickly changed her attitude.
Xiao Zheng looked behind the car, seeing only five or six cars driving normally, nothing unusual.
However, he distinctly felt a sense of threat, vague yet close, following tightly.
But he couldn’t pinpoint the exact direction.
Seeing Chu Xiaoran’s concerned expression, he feigned calmness, "It’s nothing, Xiao Ran, go back to sleep."
After returning to Yunlan Villa, that sense of threat still lingered, prowling outside Yunlan Villa.
Xiao Zheng’s lips curled in a disdainful smile.
However, it wasn’t a good ti to take action, since Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran hadn’t gone to bed yet, and his mysterious identity must not be revealed to them.
He would just have to wait!
Xiao Zheng returned to his bedroom, turned on the light, and noticed sothing was amiss.
The items he usually kept in place had shifted slightly, clearly not due to the wind, as the doors and windows were shut tight.
Soone seed to have searched through Laozi’s room, likely that mysterious expert, emitting the sense of threat.
"Sizzle...."
Xiao Zheng opened the drawer and found his diary had also been displaced, an unprecedented occurrence.
Clearly, it wasn’t Leng Ruobing or Chu Xiaoran, as they both had moral integrity and would not pry into others’ privacy.
Who could it be then?
Huh? There was a faint, lingering scent on the recent pages of the diary.
He had slled this fragrance in East Nan Ya before—it was corpse oil.
Corpse oil, as the na implies, is fat extracted from bodies, revered by so masters who believe it encapsulates the essence of a human body, beneficial for martial arts cultivation.
Speaking of which, it was rather sinister. Corpse oil cos in various types, including oils from virgin and pregnant won, with the latter being the most valuable and fiercely contested by masters.
This item was popular in East Nan Ya, used secretly by many Blood Sect masters.
Xiao Zheng furrowed his brow, could it be a master from the Blood Sect?
Otherwise, the odor wouldn’t have been so powerful!
"Damn it, it must be a remnant of the legendary Divine Axe!"
About an hour went by, and Xiao Zheng couldn’t figure it out; he walked outside and discovered that all the lights in Yunlan Villa were off, except for his room.
It seed that Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran had already gone to sleep, so he could make his move without worries.
Xiao Zheng moved swiftly like a flash of lightning, turning into a blur, adeptly darting and jumping, and soon, he had leaped out of Yunlan Villa and was running toward a secluded park.
He could clearly sense that the expert was shadowing him, closely following him, which was exactly what he had hoped for.
Soon, Xiao Zheng reached the center of the park; under the bright moonlight, he could see the eerie outlines of the trees, carrying an unknown fear.
"Snap!"
Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette there, puffing out clouds of smoke, then laughed loudly, "Since you’ve co, why bother hiding?"
"Yo-he!"
An elderly man wearing a dark yellow silk hat stepped out. He was over seventy years old, with skin like coarse tree bark, creased and dark.
However, this did not affect his agility. He stood not far from Xiao Zheng, laughing haughtily, "Worthy of being the Heavenly Net Evil God, truly formidable. I have underestimated you, old man!"
Xiao Zheng’s eyes were sharp as he observed the elder, dressed like an Indian, but speaking Huaxia fluently and convincingly.
Thanks to the third Golden Bone, Xiao Zheng could see clearly even in this hazy area.
This was an aging old man, not far from death; the reason for his visit remained unknown.
"You shaless old Indian dog, daring to co to Zhonghai City so brazenly, you’re really asking for death!"
"Hehehehe... I’ve road East Nan Ya for more than fifty years; many have wanted to kill . Who do you think you are?" The Indian elder was not intimidated by his threats, letting out a laugh like a night owl, his face wicked.
What the hell! Could it be that Indians also watch Xiao Bao’s sketch cody? Such a joker.
Who do I think I am? Hehe, what a ridiculous question!
Xiao Zheng stamped out his cigarette, his laugh cold, "Old scraggly hair, dare to state your na? With your skills, you must not be a nobody!"
"I keep my na, and I sit firm in who I am, Divine Needle King—Sharuk that is!"
The Indian elder stood like a statue, with only the twitching of his lips indicating he was alive. He did not engage in banter with Xiao Zheng, his words casting iron.
Divine Needle King? This title was sowhat familiar; it was said that his martial arts were not inferior to Divine Axe Annie, a peerless expert.
Xiao Zheng nodded noncommittally, full of doubt, "Divine Needle King? Weren’t you already dead?"
"Even though my days are numbered, dealing with you will be more than sufficient."
Sharuk advanced a few steps forward, his montum suddenly soaring to its peak, like a nacing python accompanied by a chilly breeze.
Xiao Zheng was not scared, as if he had heard a great joke, said complacently, "Little old man, your martial arts skills are no longer at their peak; you are not my match. Better go back and prepare a coffin and wait for death."
"Hm?" Sharuk glanced at him with a venomous look, adding arrogantly, "Kid, as a forgetful friend of Hozon, I must avenge him before I die, and even beneath the nine springs, I shall have honored him."
"Oh really? You ca for the Golden Bone, didn’t you? Speaking so righteously, you really are a hypocritical third-rate guy," Xiao Zheng looked up at the sky, scoffing.
Sharuk, enraged, lifted his hands, and suddenly, nurous fine silver needles appeared, emitting a faint blue glow.
"Kid, looking for death!"
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