Success, Wedding Dress Divine Skill!

Su Que pretended to browse through the martial arts manuals while keeping Fan Wuyang in his peripheral vision.

Fan Wuyang was a Three Blood Martial Artist.

Third Blood Tendon Strengthening, strength enough to shatter stone.

In terms of raw power, they were roughly on par.

If Su Que used lime powder or an Animal Trap, he could definitely defeat Fan Wuyang.

So he planned to tail Fan Wuyang until the man was alone.

He didn't know how long had passed, but Su Que noticed the Scripture Pavilion gradually dimming—it must be near dusk.

The servants inside the pavilion lifted the lampshades at the four corners and lit the candles.

The martial artists browsing the manuals inside also slowly filed out.

They figured the Lu Family Manor would keep the Scripture Pavilion open long-term for self-preservation.

There was no rush to find and learn the martial arts they wanted in a single day.

After a little while longer, Fan Wuyang called out to the White Lotus Sect members and left.

Su Que watched, placed the book back on the shelf, exited the Scripture Pavilion, and trailed far behind Fan Wuyang and his group.

Once outside the Lu Family Manor, Su Que found it too odd and conspicuous to wear a mask on the street, so he took it off, tied up his hair, and continued following the White Lotus Sect from a distance.

After a while, he saw the White Lotus Sect heading toward the largest inn in town.

"So that's where you're staying."

Su Que's mind stirred, and he followed.

Once the White Lotus Sect entered the inn, Su Que quickened his pace slightly and walked in as well.

The inn was a rare three-story building.

The first floor was where guests dined.

The second and third floors were guest rooms.

Su Que's gaze just caught Fan Wuyang entering a room on the third floor.

Outside Fan Wuyang's room, two White Lotus disciples were actually standing guard.

"Troublesome!"

Su Que scratched his head.

One-on-one against Fan Wuyang, his odds were good.

But with Fan Wuyang's sixteen underlings added in, his chances shrank considerably.

Moreover, forcing his way into Fan Wuyang's room would cause a commotion.

Even if he killed Fan Wuyang quickly, there would be witnesses to the murder.

Some witnesses might have excellent memories—seeing a person once, they could not only remember them clearly but also describe their features.

If that happened, the White Lotus Sect would hunt him down soon enough.

"Let's see first."

Su Que booked a room at this inn under a false name.

It was directly across from Fan Wuyang's room.

Poking a small hole in the door paper, he could see Fan Wuyang's door.

Su Que pulled up a stool, pressed his eye to the hole, and kept watch on Fan Wuyang's door.

Over the course of two hours, he saw Fan Wuyang's door open four times.

Twice for the inn delivering meals.

Twice for a waiter going in to change Fan Wuyang's chamber pot.

Su Que mentally devised two methods to obtain the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" manual.

—Poison the food, disguise himself as the waiter, and go in.

Just as he was mulling it over, he heard a faint creak and saw Fan Wuyang, dressed in his underclothes, open the door and step out.

The two White Lotus disciples at the door nodded and followed behind Fan Wuyang.

"Where are they going?"

Su Que wondered.

But then he saw the direction Fan Wuyang took after going downstairs.

"Could he be heading to the latrine?"

Su Que's eyes lit up, and he looked back at Fan Wuyang's room.

"No matter what, Fan Wuyang's room is empty now. I just need to grab the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill' manual and I can be gone!"

With that thought, Su Que opened his door and quietly crept toward Fan Wuyang's room.

When he reached the door, he saw that Fan Wuyang's guest room was secured with a copper lock.

But that didn't trouble him.

The Seven Injuries Fist was exceptionally good at destroying objects from within.

Without delay, he cupped the copper lock in his left hand and drove his right fist down on it.

A faint cracking sound rang out; the lock's exterior remained intact, but its interior shattered into several pieces.

With a click, Su Que pulled the lock open, pushed the door just wide enough for one person to slip through, and darted inside.

His robust liver granted him sharp vision, allowing him to see clearly even in the dark.

After quickly closing the door behind him, he began rifling through every corner of the room at lightning speed.

Fan Wuyang had few belongings, and the room wasn't large, so it didn't take him long to search the entire space.

He found no trace of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" manual.

"Could that bastard Fan Wuyang really be taking a dump and amusing himself with a martial arts manual?"

Su Que frowned, slipped out of the room, pulled the door shut, and loosely reattached the copper lock before heading toward the outhouse in the inn's rear courtyard.

From the upper floor of the inn, the outhouse was visible in the distance.

Two White Lotus Sect disciples stood guard outside it.

"The night is deep and quiet—perfect timing to strike!"

Su Que kicked off the railing, grabbed the eaves of the inn with both hands, and in an instant vaulted onto the roof.

Then he crept silently toward the outhouse.

When he reached a spot directly behind the two White Lotus disciples guarding it, he leaped down from above.

Just as he descended over their heads, he drove two punches into their crowns.

Two dull thuds sounded, and the Seven Injuries Fist force instantly churned their brains into pulp.

Su Que quickly grabbed their robes and lowered them gently to the ground.

"A Wu? A Gou?"

Su Que had never trained in lightness skills, so the wind from his leap gave him away to Fan Wuyang.

The two dull thuds had also put Fan Wuyang on high alert.

Thus, Fan Wuyang called out to his two underlings.

Hearing no reply, Fan Wuyang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stood up to pull up his pants.

But just then, he saw the wooden planks of the outhouse shatter into pieces.

A long-haired man wearing a Monkey Mask appeared outside the latrine.

Through the two holes of the Monkey Mask, Su Que's gaze locked onto the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" in Fan Wuyang's left hand.

"So the bastard really was amusing himself with the manual while taking a dump!"

The thought flashed through Su Que's mind as his fist was already raised, Seven Injuries Fist force surging through his arm as he blasted it toward Fan Wuyang.

Fan Wuyang was a seasoned veteran of the battlefield. Though his pants weren't fully up yet, he quickly composed himself and unleashed the Yin Wind Claw.

His right hand curled into a claw, wreathed in chilling wind, and he swiped at Su Que's fist.

Bang!

Fist and claw collided!

Su Que's Seven Injuries Fist force erupted, ravaging the flesh and bone of Fan Wuyang's right hand.

Fan Wuyang's right hand instantly became a twisted mass of blood and flesh, unable to stop Su Que's Seven Injuries Fist in the slightest.

The next moment, Su Que's fist slammed solidly into Fan Wuyang's face!

A muffled thud echoed from within Fan Wuyang's skull.

Not only were his facial bones shattered, but everything inside his head was ground to pulp by the Seven Injuries Fist force.

Fan Wuyang lost all life, his body slumping downward.

His left hand loosened, and the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" manual fell.

Su Que quickly swept his hand out and caught it firmly just before it dropped into the latrine pit.

Then, at lightning speed, he searched Fan Wuyang's corpse.

He found a folded yellowed sheet of paper and a money pouch of unknown contents on the body.

Next, he darted out of the outhouse and swiftly patted down the two White Lotus disciples lying outside.

He retrieved two more money pouches.

After finishing all this, he flickered to the wall, his entire form melting into the shadows.

Then, using the darkness and the wall for cover, he quietly made his way back to his own room.