Snow Swallow Spear Technique

"Who are you? How can I trust you?"

A figure in the darkness tossed out a business card. Han Lin caught it, glanced at it, and said, "You're a researcher at the Mohist Academy of Science!"

The reputation that the Mohist School had built up over the years dispelled ninety percent of Han Lin's doubts, and he then asked, "How strong can you make me?"

"It depends on how much you're willing to give; the more you give, the more you receive."

These words actually gave Han Lin more confidence. He didn't think that such a good thing as a trap falling from the sky would happen to someone as unlucky as him.

"I can give you all my possessions..."

Han Lin noticed the mocking smile on the other person's face and immediately realized he had made a fool of himself. Wealth was definitely not what the other person was after. He hesitated for a moment, then the image of Yao Bilian's face, which always looked down on him, flashed into his mind, and he was instantly filled with rage.

"I can give you everything except my life."

The figure in the darkness said with satisfaction, "Very good, you have such awareness. Then come and sign a contract with me, and you will gain the power to grant your wishes."

An indescribable darkness completely enveloped the alley, as if it were filled with vengeful spirits from the Underworld, and the moonlight from the sky could not penetrate this darkness at all.

"Ha, ha, ha ha..."

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a deep, joyful laugh, Han Lin emerged from the alley, his hair inexplicably much longer. His eyes glowed with a mutated green light, and he exuded an extremely ominous aura. Behind him, a crazed phantom could be vaguely seen.

He slightly raised his hand and gently slapped it forward, unleashing an uncontrollable burst of violent power that carved a ten-meter-long crater in the concrete ground.

"Such miraculous things really exist in this world! In an instant, I've gained cultivation levels approaching those of a Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivator. The Mohist School's science and technology are truly terrifying... Hmph, Yao Bilian, just wait! Once I've absorbed this power, I'll repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the pain you inflicted upon me before!"

Han Lin's long-held wish was about to come true. His facial features contorted into a grotesque expression, and his body trembled with excitement. Even the shadowy figure behind him became grotesque, and his maniacal laughter seemed to be mixed with the voice of another person.

In the darkness, the tall, thin figure watched Han Lin, who had descended into madness, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. His eyes were like those of someone looking at a lab rat that had been injected with an experimental drug.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Snow Swallow Spear Technique

As the bell rang, it was time for school to let out for the holidays.

The students, who had struggled all day, rushed out of the prison with expressions of joy at finally being able to leave. They could never have imagined that one day they would miss this prison life so much, simply because there was a larger, more dangerous prison outside with more torture tools.

Si Ming walked against the flow of people, using his injury as an excuse. He had spent the whole day watching TV dramas at home, so this was the only time he could get to school; otherwise, running into the jailer (the dean of students) would be troublesome.

"I remember Murong Qing telling me that she participated in a painting interest group, so she should be over at the lab building at this time."

As someone who always stays home, Si Ming has never been involved in extracurricular activities. He had no idea where the art studio was and had to ask others for directions.

It's strange, but the better their grades, the more actively they participate in extracurricular activities, squeezing in time as much as possible. On the other hand, a group of students who don't like studying much, despite having plenty of free time, show no interest in extracurricular activities and just stay home all the time. I don't know which is the cause and which is the effect.

"Murong, there will be a county-wide junior high school painting competition next month. Our school only has one spot, and I plan to recommend you to participate. I wonder if you would like to go?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the classroom.

"I will definitely do my best and live up to your expectations, teacher." Murong Qing was as confident as ever.

Si Ming happened to overhear the conversation outside the door and couldn't help but think that the school was indeed the fairest place. Although it wasn't absolutely fair, it at least guaranteed that the capable would rise to the top. If it were the entertainment industry, the question wouldn't be whether you wanted to go up, but whether you wanted to be taken advantage of.

He didn't rush in, but waited outside until the two finished their conversation before knocking on the door and entering after receiving permission.

This is a large, snow-white classroom filled with easels and sculptures. There are patches of paint splattered on the floor, which, after years of accumulation, cannot be wiped off.

The art teacher who spoke with Murong Qing didn't have the effeminate air of a typical artistic youth. Instead, he had a square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked like the kind of person who was very fair and impartial.

"It seems your classmate needs to see you. I'll be going now. Anyway, don't forget about this. Try to produce a painting within thirty days. I've already told you the theme."

The art teacher reached the door, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "I heard you've been participating in a martial arts competition recently. Be careful and try not to get injured."

Murong Qing quickly replied, "Don't worry, teacher, I won't delay the deadline for submitting the painting."

The art teacher sighed and shook his head, saying, "Painting is a minor matter; people are the most important. Martial arts are good for strengthening the body, but fighting and killing will lead you astray."

In the Su State, there is a group that advocates that "martial arts should not be used to fight people, and the government should abolish all martial arts competitions that encourage fighting." They believe that this is the true way to promote the spirit of "non-aggression." Obviously, this teacher is one of them.

Murong Qing didn't agree with this view, but there was no need to argue with her elders. After the art teacher left, she asked Si Ming, "What did you want to see me about?"

"Do you know the Snow Swallow Spear Technique?" Si Ming asked bluntly.

"I mainly study staff techniques, but staff and spear are inseparable. I have indeed studied the 'Snow Swallow Spear Technique,' but it's only at the beginner level, not at the level of an expert."

"That's enough. I'm going to learn this marksmanship now, just in time to use it in tonight's match—if I really do end up fighting that female Daoist priest."

Murong Qing corrected her, "Only Daoism disciples are Daoist priests. That girl named Nan Kemeng is Daoist School disciple, not a Daoist priest. Daoist School and Daoism are not the same thing."

"That doesn't matter. What's important is the 'Snow Swallow Spear Technique.' Using this spear technique should have a miraculous effect."

This is the method Si Ming found after watching TV dramas all day. The third-generation Great Radish Hero has a very high level of martial arts. Although there are opponents he can't beat, it's because of the difference in cultivation level, not because his martial arts are countered. Therefore, conventional methods won't work. In addition, he is brave and resourceful, so he is rarely outmaneuvered. There are basically no villains who can make him suffer repeated setbacks.

After a day of research, Si Ming finally decided to imitate the son of the Great Radish Hero. In the plot of "Legend of the Divine Radish Hero", the Great Radish Hero sacrificed his son as a medium to seal the Demon Realm. Later, his son did not die, but became the leader of the Demon Army and led his troops to counterattack the human world. Because of his guilt, the Great Radish Hero held back at every turn, which led to him being stabbed by his son and suffering a crushing defeat.

The son of the Great Radish Hero uses the "Snow Swallow Spear Technique," which is not a spear technique made up by the screenwriter, but a real Confucian School spear technique. After all, there are martial arts manuals everywhere in this world, so there is no need to waste brainpower making things up.

Although Si Ming had the talent to learn something after watching it once, he still needed to watch it completely. "The Legend of the Divine Radish Hero" wasn't a romance or action movie, so there was no need for real fighting. To highlight the exciting battle scenes, the director kept cutting the screen back and forth, so he didn't have a chance to observe carefully.

Since there's no civilian internet in this world, Si Ming can't go online to mess with Baidu or Google, and the Mohist Knight Guard base wouldn't specifically collect Confucian School martial arts, so he simply came to find Murong Qing, who was most likely to have learned them. Now it seems he found the right person.

After Si Ming explained his reasoning, Murong Qing, a devoted fan of radishes, suddenly understood. "This method is good, I think it will work. The only problem is that there are only four hours left until tonight's draw. Even if you draw a session for tomorrow, will you really have enough time to learn the whole set of marksmanship?"

Si Ming humbly replied, "Even last-minute preparation is better than nothing; it's always better to learn something than nothing."

Murong Qing thought about it and agreed, saying, "Alright, I'll start teaching you now. But realistically, it's better to master the essentials than to try to learn too much. The Snow Swallow Spear Technique has thirteen moves, each with six variations. Rather than learning all thirteen moves, it's better to focus on learning two or three."

There's no point in showing off in front of your own people, so Si Ming didn't argue and readily agreed, "Then let's learn one move at a time, and learn the next move only after we've fully mastered it."

Murong Qing was very satisfied with this pragmatic and down-to-earth attitude, and said, "As long as it looks like it is, that's fine. To truly master it, you probably won't learn even one move a day. It took me two whole months to learn this spear technique."