Martial Dao Innate Must Not Be Underestimated!

Under the curtain of night, wind and snow howled as they battered the windows.

A wisp of breeze slipped through the crack in the door and entered the room. Lin Chang'an, resting on the bed, curled his lips into a faint smile, seeming to sleep even more soundly.

Amid the howling wind and snow outside, two figures lay prone on the roof in white cloaks, staring intently into the room.

"Third Brother, this Soul-Confusing Incense has been burning for half an hour. That brat should be sleeping like a dead pig by now, right?"

On the rooftop, one figure held a stick of incense nearly burned to ash. His flushed face was tense as he carefully cast the Clear Wind Technique, blowing out a stream of air that rode the blizzard and slipped neatly through the crack in the door.

After finally blowing through an entire stick of incense, the man let out a long breath and glared fiercely at the other. "Didn't you see I hadn't even finished blowing? You do it next time."

"Hehe, isn't blowing what you're best at, Third Brother?"

The other cultivator grinned shamelessly. Both were masked, with only their eyes exposed.

"Hehe, this brat's a fat sheep. Elder Lu's disciple, and an alchemist too."

"Hmph, Elder Lu is far too unfair. He actually took in a pig as his disciple."

Their conversation made it obvious that they were from the sect. Otherwise, they would never have been able to sneak over so easily without being discovered.

"Let's go down. My Soul-Confusing Incense can put even late Qi Condensation cultivators into a drowsy stupor if they are careless, let alone someone at mid Qi Refining."

The two white figures dropped from the roof and landed lightly in the snow. With a gentle tap, they swept forward again, while the faint traces they had left behind were instantly buried by the wind and snow.

The moment they reached the front of the house, they put away their white cloaks, revealing black night garb. Clearly, they were seasoned hands.

Stealth Technique

As the two cast their spell, their black-clad figures gradually blended into the surroundings. Unless one looked closely, it would be impossible to spot them.

It had to be said that the two were highly experienced. While lying on the roof, they had used white cloaks to perfectly conceal themselves in order to avoid wasting spiritual power.

"I'll do it."

Communicating through the Voice Transmission Technique, one man calmly scanned their surroundings while the other came to the door. He extended his palm and cast the Object Manipulation Technique. Inside the room, the door bar could clearly be seen sliding silently aside.

The wooden door slowly opened without making the slightest sound. At the same time, the icy gale wrapped in snow was kept from entering the room by the spiritual power shield the two maintained.

The two entered one after another. The figure behind carefully controlled the spiritual power shield, using it for such a purpose. Truly, every craft had its specialty. Their experience was evident; even at such a moment, they had not lowered their guard.

"Be careful. Grab the storage pouch and leave."

They were not fools. They were after money, not their lives.

"There it is!"

In the dim room, the two saw the sleeping figure on the bed and delight flashed through their eyes. After lifting the blanket, they revealed the storage pouch at his waist. One of them carefully cast the Object Manipulation Technique.

The storage pouch trembled slightly, and both men's pupils contracted. A Fireball Talisman was affixed behind the pouch, with a transparent thread connecting it to the clothes. If they had been careless, the talisman would have activated.

"Damn it, this brat's slippery as a loach."

"Shut up. Could anyone survive in a place like this without a couple of tricks?"

Communicating through the Voice Transmission Technique, the two moved cautiously. One controlled the storage pouch with the Object Manipulation Technique, while the other lowered his head and carefully prepared to cut the thin thread. Then, an unexpected change erupted.

"Watch out!"

A flash of cold light shot out from the wardrobe. At such close range, the two hurriedly circulated their spiritual power, causing protective shields to appear around them.

Clang~

The hastily formed shields were far too weak. The longsword pierced straight through one man's shield, though he reacted quickly enough to draw a magical longsword and block it.

"Not good!"

In the instant they clashed, the thread linking the storage pouch and the clothes was pulled taut. The Fireball Talisman instantly ignited, and a ball of flame exploded before their eyes.

Boom!

A sea of flames instantly swallowed the bedside and the two figures. Lin Chang'an, lying on the bed, transformed into a pillow amid the flames, while an Illusionary Body Talisman burned away.

The person on the bed had been fake from the very beginning.

"Run!"

The two figures rushed frantically out of the sea of flames. Though the exploding fireball was powerful, both were mid Qi Refining cultivators. With their spiritual power shields, they emerged unscathed.

"Hmph! Who gave you the nerve!"

With a cold snort, the wide-open door allowed the flickering firelight inside to illuminate the figure standing motionless amid the wind and snow outside. Those eyes were filled with icy indifference, and the two men froze in fright.

"E-Elder Lu!"

The figure who had appeared was Elder Lu. Yet in the instant the two lost focus, Elder Lu raised his hand and launched two fireballs.

"Something's wrong! It's fake!"

Seeing the incoming fireballs, the two finally snapped out of it. But the fireballs were too close. In his panic, one man grabbed the other and dragged him over.

"Third Brother, you—!"

He had never imagined that Third Brother, whom he usually teased at will, would be so ruthless and decisive at the critical moment, using him as a human shield.

With a bang, both fireballs slammed into the figure. Sparks and flames scattered everywhere as Third Brother seized the chance to flash forward instead of retreating, gripping a long saber in both hands.

"This room is full of Soul-Confusing Incense. I refuse to believe you didn't breathe in even a mouthful!"

His vicious gaze brimmed with bloodlust. At the brink of life and death, who cared who the other person was or what status he possessed? Kill him first, then talk.

The cold wind howled as the long saber swept in with a flash of frosty light. Ferocity shone in Third Brother's eyes, while the figure standing at the doorway revealed his true appearance.

As the Illusionary Body Talisman's effect faded, Elder Lu's figure gradually changed into Lin Chang'an. Faced with the sudden attack, his pupils shrank.

Lin Chang'an had indeed inhaled quite a bit of the Soul-Confusing Incense. The stuff was colorless and odorless, after all. But just as he was drifting into a drowsy sleep, the Mysterious Treasure in his sea of consciousness sensed the stillness of his spiritual power. A strand of purifying force swept through him, instantly waking him up. That was why this scene had unfolded.

When the long saber struck the protective shield, it let out a distinctive metallic hum. Lin Chang'an gave a mocking smile. "Looks like you're disappointed."

Yet what greeted him was the man's sinister gaze. A sense of danger suddenly surged within him as the long saber in the black-clad cultivator's hand erupted with a flash of cold light.

"You're the one who took the bait!"

Amid the man's mocking grin, spiritual light flared across the saber. Lin Chang'an's incomparably sturdy spiritual power shield shattered at once, and the saber came cleaving toward his neck with the force of rotten wood collapsing before a gale.

Clang! The saber could not advance even half a step when it reached three feet before him. The spiritual light bursting from its blade also gradually dimmed. The black-clad man's pupils shrank as he blurted out in shock, "Three-Foot Qi Wall!"

A flash of cold light attacked from behind. The black-clad man hurriedly circulated his spiritual power, but at that moment Lin Chang'an suddenly opened his mouth. His throat pulsed, and he unleashed a beast-like roar.

Lion's Roar Skill!

At such close range, the piercing sonic attack instantly made blood flow from the black-clad man's ears and nose. In that brief moment of distraction, his spiritual power stalled, and he failed to raise his spiritual power shield in time.

Splat!

The longsword pierced through the back of the black-clad man's head, its bloodstained tip protruding from his mouth.

"Martial Dao Innate must not be underestimated!"

After killing him, Lin Chang'an spoke lightly as he caught the man's limp arm and took the extraordinarily powerful long saber.

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