Obtaining the Stormy Pear Blossom Fan

With the blood of one man staining the third peak, it was the mountain Tai Long was attacking.

The third mountain peak's great bell boomed, its sound echoing through the heavens and reverberating endlessly in the mountain valleys.

All the people of Cloud Dragon Village, across all seven peaks, could hear it.

As the thick sunset cast its rays, a blood battle unlike any before was about to begin!

Hearing the great bell and looking at the massive, unending signal flare in the sky.

Ji Chufeng's expression shifted repeatedly. He surveyed everyone and declared, "Everyone, retreat to the seventh peak. We'll have the high ground to resist the enemy!"

This was a signal flare only lit in times of life-or-death struggle. It was held by the seven village chiefs, cost over a hundred taels, and was bright enough to illuminate all seven peaks!

On the highest, first peak in the distance, Zuo Qianhu, clad in black, moved like a shadow under the eaves, a true "Imperial Guard hunting at night."

He intended to assassinate the chief of Cloud Dragon Village's first peak. This way, the Imperial Guards of the Suppression Bureau would lose fewer men.

When he saw the bright signal flare in the sky, his expression suddenly changed.

"This damned Tai Long! I shouldn't have saved him! He's useless and only causes trouble!"

Tai Long had screwed over all the Imperial Guards. In an instant, everyone's mission shifted from assassination to direct assault!

The Suppression Bureau would likely lose many men before they could pacify the seven peaks!

On the seventh peak in the distance, by Cloud Dragon Lake, Su Changqing also frowned. His Life Script wasn't perfect in every aspect.

The Suppression Bureau was certain to win this battle, but it would likely be a pyrrhic victory.

"My mission is to kill Ji Chufeng first! I don't care who else dies."

Su Changqing's eyes narrowed; he never hesitated once he made a decision.

The Frost Snow Saber was suddenly drawn, its ice crystals shimmering in the encroaching darkness.

With a light push off the ground, he leaped forward, heading straight for Ji Chufeng's back!

"You killed over thirty of my brothers, and you dare sneak up on me from behind?"

Ji Chufeng had anticipated this. He sidestepped, dodging the saber, and stared at Su Changqing with a sinister grin.

"I, Ji Chufeng, am skilled in assassination. How dare a traitorous dog like you try to ambush me?"

"Behold the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!" Su Changqing shouted, throwing a cloth bundle from his chest.

Ji Chufeng's expression changed, and he quickly retreated.

A sky full of crimson powder scattered, instantly blinding Ji Chufeng. His vision turned pitch black.

He was both shocked and furious. Retreating, he almost roared, "You scoundrel, is this what you call Tang Sect Hidden Weapons?"

He had seen the cloth bundle and thought he had developed some top-tier hidden weapon after leaving the Tang Sect.

He never expected it to be a bag of chili powder.

His eyes burned fiercely, making it impossible to open them. He could only rely on the surrounding men to cover his retreat.

"Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, chili powder!" Su Changqing stated calmly.

"Bullshit hidden weapons! You're a disgrace to your ancestors!"

Ji Chufeng was seething with rage, shouting.

He quickly took out a jade bottle from his chest, poured out a crystal-clear liquid, and without hesitation, smeared it on his eyes.

Su Changqing's eyes narrowed as he moved forward rapidly.

Frost Snow's icy aura swirled, and a saber strike cleaved through the heavens.

He held the saber horizontally, its blade energy radiating outwards, dazzling and resonant.

Every bandit he encountered became a soul claimed by his blade.

With the might of the Overlord Saber, he killed those in the True Qi Realm as easily as killing dogs!

With nearly a hundred mountain bandits surrounding him, Su Changqing found it difficult to get close.

Ji Chufeng's vision gradually cleared. He couldn't help but let out a cold roar, "Dog, today I'll show you the terrifying power of my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!"

Su Changqing's eyes grew cold upon hearing this. He stomped his foot, landing on the head of a bandit. Using the man's skull as a stepping stone, he could finally see Ji Chufeng's position.

He threw two more cloth bundles with both hands, one in each.

The bundles exploded in the air, scattering crimson and dark brown powder across the entire area. Dozens of people within the radius were hit.

"You should first deal with my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, chili powder and pepper powder!"

Ji Chufeng was hit directly. His eyes darkened again, turning fiery red from the spice, tears streaming down his face, and his nose tickled incessantly.

The pain was unbearable.

"You shameless wretch, how can you possibly be a worthy Imperial Guard?" Ji Chufeng's anger surged. He covered his nose, continuously washing his face, and said coldly.

"My Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are profound and vast. What do you know!"

Su Changqing, knowing Ji Chufeng's location, let out a cold laugh. He stepped on the heads of one bandit after another, moving with incredible speed.

His Frost Snow Saber was incredibly domineering, its blade energy sweeping everything aside. No one could block his strike.

Crimson blood splattered, and countless bandits cried out in pain, collapsing in pools of gore.

They were stepped on, their heads crushed, and then finished off with another blow.

Su Changqing was quickly closing in on Ji Chufeng.

Seeing the figure in white approaching, Ji Chufeng felt a mix of shock and terror. He suddenly opened his folding fan and roared, "Shameless! You scoundrel! You've insulted me too much! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Stormy Pear Blossom Needles!"

The bandits protecting Ji Chufeng's surroundings heard this and their faces changed drastically. They immediately fled for their lives.

"Chieftain, no!"

Countless silver needles, fierce and powerful, burst forth from the fan. The silver light was dazzling, dense, and tore through the sky.

"These are my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons! Kid, die here!" Ji Chufeng said coldly.

The needles were as dense as fur, capable of piercing skulls. Each needle was deadly. Countless bandits around Ji Chufeng fell, groaning, and became silent.

This weapon didn't distinguish between friend or foe; it killed a thousand enemies while wounding eight hundred of its own.

Su Changqing had anticipated this. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Without his Life Script, he would have been half-crippled at least today.

He wondered if his already-activated Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, transforming him into a golden figure, could withstand it.

With a surge of his aura, his white robe instantly tore apart, revealing his original attire: black as ink, adorned with the Imperial Guard's Flying Fish Garment.

The white robe fell onto a dead bandit.

From the Stormy Pear Blossom folding fan, countless silver needles shot out from the opening, dense and plentiful, sweeping across like a silver waterfall.

Ten breaths later, until no one else was standing, Ji Chufeng took a deep breath and stumbled to the ground. His eyes burned, and tears of blood streamed out.

All the bandits were dead. He had also seen the corpse in the white robe and felt he had avenged his many brothers.

"Farewell, my brothers! Ji has avenged you all!" Ji Chufeng shouted towards Cloud Dragon Lake, his eyes filled with tears.

Su Changqing stood alone behind Ji Chufeng, silent.

With a single strike, without the slightest hesitation, blood splattered. Ji Chufeng's head fell to the ground, his eyes wide, with a hint of disbelief.

He died without even knowing how he was killed.

Among the more than a hundred corpses here, there was now one more: the Chieftain of Cloud Dragon Village.

"So this is the Stormy Pear Blossom Fan?" Su Changqing gazed at the folding fan, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The fan, though seemingly light, made of black feathers and jade bones, was incredibly heavy, weighing seven catties and eight taels. It was filled with intricate machinery and housed three thousand eight hundred silver needles.

Without the silver needles, the fan could not be opened. Once filled with them, it could be opened, and the needles served as its ribs.

When the black feather fan closed, it could also be used for close-quarters combat. The three thousand eight hundred silver needles acted like a sharp blade.

Exquisitely crafted, it was truly a deadly weapon!