Crimson Fiend Skill, Yin Wind Claw, Success!

In a remote, deserted alley, Su Que set down Jing Sha.

He first searched Jing Sha's body, finding no silver, secret manuals, or prescriptions.

Thinking it over, he figured it made sense—Jing Sha had been lured out suddenly, so naturally he wouldn't have such things on him.

Dismissing the thought, Su Que immediately slapped a hand onto Jing Sha's shoulder.

A strand of Wedding Dress Divine Skill true energy flowed into Jing Sha's body.

Jing Sha was still unconscious, unable to use his Crimson Fiend Skill true energy to resist.

In an instant, the Wedding Dress Divine Skill true energy shattered all the meridians in Jing Sha's limbs.

Under the searing pain, Jing Sha jolted awake.

His pupils dilated sharply. He tried to move, but found his limbs aching and utterly powerless.

"You are—"

Before Jing Sha could finish his question, Su Que reached out and pressed a hand to his head, cutting him off.

"If you don't want to die, answer my questions."

"What do you want to know?" Jing Sha's eyes showed fear as he stared at Su Que, speaking while trying to guess his identity.

"Do you have a manual for 'Crimson Fiend Skill'?" Su Que asked.

If he had the manual, it would be far easier than forcing Jing Sha to recite the training method.

"No," Jing Sha replied.

"Really?" Su Que focused his mind and sent Wedding Dress Divine Skill true energy into Jing Sha's body.

Instantly, the true energy rampaged within Jing Sha.

He felt an unbearable itching and numbness inside, a torment worse than death.

"G-Great hero, p-please stop... I have the manual!" Jing Sha stammered, tears streaming from the agony, sweat pouring down.

"Where?" Su Que withdrew the Wedding Dress Divine Skill true energy.

Jing Sha gasped for air. "In my training room."

"Where is your training room?" Su Que asked.

"In the last courtyard of that mansion."

Bam!

Su Que knocked Jing Sha unconscious again, slung him expertly over his shoulder, and sped across several alleys.

Reaching the outer wall of the mansion's last courtyard, he leaped over and landed inside.

Whoosh!

Su Que touched down.

The two White Lotus Sect disciples boiling medicine heard the noise and started to turn their heads.

Su Que tossed Jing Sha aside, stomped off the ground, and blurred forward toward them.

Just as the two disciples had turned halfway, Su Que struck out with both fists, unleashing the fierce, rigid force of Heart Damage Art onto their cheeks.

Bam!

Their heads spun a full circle and then thudded to the ground.

Su Que searched their bodies and found over eighty taels of silver.

Pocketing the money, he flew back to where Jing Sha lay, lifted him, and scanned the courtyard's rooms.

The courtyard had three rooms. From their layout, it was clear: one was a training room, one a bedroom, and one a shrine for worship.

The shrine housed many statues, the largest seated in the center—an old Bodhisattva statue.

Su Que guessed this was the "Immortal Mother" the White Lotus Sect members often mentioned.

The old Bodhisattva's smile was eerie. When Su Que glanced at it, he felt as if it were truly smiling back at him.

Around the old Bodhisattva were a dozen statues, dressed in Buddhist or Daoist robes, but with faces twisted like demons, radiating a sense of terror.

As Su Que's gaze shifted to these statues, he felt as though these evil gods had descended and surrounded him.

He blinked quickly and looked away, muttering to himself that it was uncanny.

He stopped staring at the bizarre statues and headed for the training room.

Inside, a wooden shelf held over a dozen books.

Five of them recorded the internal affairs of the White Lotus Sect in Jade Water City.

The rest were manuals and prescriptions.

Su Que scanned them one by one. Among the manuals, he didn't find "Crimson Fiend Skill," but he did spot "Yin Wind Claw."

"How did Jing Sha get Fan Wuyang's technique?"

He didn't know that after news of Fan Wuyang's death spread, his assets had been divided among the sect members.

The sect members discovered the Yin Wind Claw manual among Fan Wuyang's assets.

After learning of it, the top leader Bai Wuji had several copies made and distributed to the other hall masters.

As a sinister skill, the Yin Wind Claw was more powerful than orthodox martial arts of the same level.

The Seven Injuries Fist was, after all, one of the Kongtong Sect's ultimate techniques; even if some lower-ranking disciples were willing to learn, they might not grasp it.

The Yin Wind Claw was much simpler than the Seven Injuries Fist, and its side effects were far less severe.

Thus, Bai Wuji wanted the hall masters to let some lower-ranking disciples practice the Yin Wind Claw.

Aside from the Yin Wind Claw, the rest were all standard martial arts, which Su Que had no interest in.

As for the Prescriptions, Su Que naturally took them all.

He planned to test each Prescription one by one to see which had the best effect.

Looking around, he found a cloth and wrapped up the Yin Wind Claw and other martial arts manuals, along with the Prescriptions.

Then he searched the study again but still found no Crimson Fiend Skill manual.

So he struck Jing Sha's head with his palm, sending a strand of Wedding Dress Divine Skill true energy into it.

Jing Sha jolted and immediately woke up.

"Where is your Crimson Fiend Skill manual?" Su Que asked at once.

"In that wall brick," Jing Sha replied, afraid Su Que would torture him again, his gaze fixed on a certain brick.

"This one?" Su Que followed Jing Sha's eyes and touched a wall brick.

"Yes." Jing Sha nodded.

Su Que tapped lightly on the brick, releasing a small burst of Seven Injuries Fist force.

With a crack, the entire brick shattered to dust, revealing a yellowed booklet.

Su Que picked up the booklet and blew off the stone powder.

On the booklet were written three characters: Crimson Fiend Skill.

He flipped it open, and inside was recorded the training method for the Crimson Fiend Skill.

Satisfied, Su Que tucked the Crimson Fiend Skill manual into his bundle and asked Jing Sha:

"Your top leader, Bai Wuji—how do I find him?"

Su Que thought that Jing Sha, being higher-ranked than Zhao Tashan, should know Bai Wuji's whereabouts.

"I don't know." Jing Sha shook his head.

'Even a hall master doesn't know?' Su Que frowned slightly.

"Then how do you hall masters usually contact him?" Su Que asked.

"As long as we leave a mark on the city wall, Bai Wuji's envoy will come to us, and then we arrange the meeting place and time," Jing Sha replied.

"What is Bai Wuji's strength?" Su Que pressed further.

He was verifying Zhao Tashan's words.

"He's a Fifth Blood Organ Refining martial artist," Jing Sha answered.

'So Zhao Tashan wasn't lying. But then again, the torment of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill's true energy isn't something a martial artist of Zhao Tashan's level could endure.'

Su Que thought for a moment. Seeing he had no more questions for Jing Sha, he punched him in the head, ending the life of this White Lotus Sect hall master.