Purple Mist Ruoxu Scripture

The voice came out of nowhere. Er Gou's heart clenched, and he instinctively looked up.

There sat a masked man, motionless as rain fell over him.

"Y-you... who are you?"

Er Gou had never expected that, upon waking, he would see another person.

But he was cautious... his experiences had left him no choice but to be cautious.

Tang Xi was like a vicious ghost crawling out of the underworld. Ever since Er Gou had met him, his life seemed to contain nothing but despair and hatred.

It was hard for him to believe that some kindhearted person would suddenly appear to help him.

"I'm an assassin."

The answer made Er Gou's heart tighten, as though a sharp blade had already been aimed at his heart.

With but a thought, the other man could kill him.

Yet in the next instant, his spirits rose again.

An assassin... wasn't killing people only natural for an assassin?

But that brief surge of spirit seemed to be extinguished by the rain. He gave a bitter laugh.

"I... don't have any money."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly looked up at Chu Qing.

"But if you can truly help me kill him, I can give you my life!!"

After saying that, he nervously watched the man atop the wall.

He did not know whether, after hearing this, the other man would turn and leave, or fly into a rage and kill him outright.

After all, this looked like trying to catch a white wolf with empty hands.

Yet unexpectedly, the man suddenly burst into laughter, then spoke in a deep voice.

"Then it's a deal!"

"What?"

Er Gou froze. He had agreed?

"Tell me where you live. Once the matter is done, your life will belong to me.

"But before that, I need you to explain the entire course of events to me, from beginning to end!"

This rain was even heavier than expected.

By the time Chu Qing returned to the inn, the rain outside had already turned the world into a smoky, murky mess.

He asked the shop assistant for a bucket of hot water and took a proper hot bath, while recalling what Er Gou had told him.

The whole course of events was more or less what Chu Qing had guessed.

Er Gou said that Tang Xi had not known them at first. He had merely seen them on the street, and that very night, Er Gou's fiancée had been abducted.

He searched like a madman for several days, only to finally discover an unrecognizable corpse at the town stele.

His heart was filled with despair, yet he had no idea what to do.

He had wanted to die for love, but then... Tang Xi appeared.

Tang Xi told him how he had captured the girl and how she had died, recounting every detail with crystalline clarity. Er Gou had flown into a towering rage and immediately tried to rush forward for revenge.

Unfortunately, he knew no martial arts. Aside from receiving a beating from Tang Xi, he gained nothing.

But from that day onward, he had gained an obsession: to kill Tang Xi!

He pursued him all the way, trying again and again, until now.

Today's despair was too heavy, crushing him until he could barely breathe. He had tried every possible method, but none had succeeded.

He was tired. He wanted to die... but Tang Xi had appeared again.

Whenever he wanted to die, Tang Xi would appear and recite, as if listing his own family treasures, every way he had tormented the girl. That drove away Er Gou's thoughts of suicide and added several more layers to his hatred.

"It's the Hate Heart Demonic Art..."

Chu Qing murmured softly. He climbed out of the bath barrel, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

With a thought, the system panel appeared.

Assassin System

Host: Chu Qing

Current Commission: Assassinate Tang Xi, Young Hall Master of Falling Rain Hall (Incomplete)

One unopened Martial Arts Treasure Chest. Open it?

"Open it."

Chu Qing rubbed his hands together and spoke softly.

He prayed that it would yield a better reward. Otherwise, his next target would most likely be difficult to kill.

Successfully opened. Obtained internal cultivation: Purple Mist Divine Skill!

Chu Qing's eyes immediately lit up.

"Purple Mist Divine Skill!"

Of the Nine Skills of Mount Hua, Purple Mist ranked first!

This would do nicely!

At the same time, a surge of internal force suddenly emerged beside his dantian. Before Chu Qing could examine it closely, the inner breath of the Ruoxu Scripture abruptly stirred and pounced straight at the Purple Mist Divine Skill's internal force.

The two currents of internal force suddenly began fighting within his body.

Chu Qing could testify that the Ruoxu Scripture had struck first, but the Purple Mist Divine Skill refused to yield.

This was no trivial matter. A slight mishap in the changes of one's inner breath could result in injury at best and death at worst.

While circulating his inner breath, Chu Qing absorbed the various formulas of the Purple Mist Divine Skill appearing in his mind, all while cursing inwardly without end.

"The Ruoxu Scripture is a martial art of the Daoist Sect, and the Purple Mist Divine Skill is also a martial art of the Daoist Sect.

"Can't two Daoist Sect martial arts coexist peacefully?

"Why did they suddenly start fighting?

"They say the Orthodox Xuan Sect is upright, balanced, and peaceful... this doesn't seem very peaceful at all!"

He split his attention three ways, trying to calm the two types of internal force and make them stop fighting.

But it was useless. So he began trying to fuse the two types of internal force.

The moment he began that attempt, a notification appeared before his eyes.

The Purple Mist Divine Skill and the Ruoxu Scripture are in conflict. Internal cultivation fusion has begun!

As the notification appeared, Chu Qing discovered that the two previously incompatible currents of internal force suddenly showed signs of becoming compatible.

In a flash of inspiration, he sat cross-legged, his mind filled with the internal cultivation formulas of the Purple Mist Divine Skill and the Ruoxu Scripture. At the same time, new formulas born from the two surfaced within his heart.

In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the two currents of internal force within his body had become intertwined—you within me, me within you.

Fusion successful!

Only then did Chu Qing let out a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that he had been patient enough to wait until he returned to the inn before opening the treasure chest.

Had this happened in the wilderness, then during that brief time it took for an incense stick to burn, even a passing three-year-old child could have taken his life.

He did not open his eyes. There was still a great deal of internal force within him that needed to be gathered. Following the formulas, he guided the qi and let the internal force flow through his meridians. Whenever his body trembled, an acupoint had been opened.

For a time, as Chu Qing sat cross-legged, his robes fluttered without wind, his hair flew wildly, and a faint purple gleam seeped through the slits of his tightly shut eyes.

More than an hour later, Chu Qing abruptly opened his eyes. Two purple flashes flickered through them and vanished, while his surging inner breath shook the bed curtains.

With a clatter, the window was shoved open.

Chu Qing brought his hands together and slowly pressed them down, gathering all his internal force back into his dantian.

Only then did he exhale deeply, delight flickering in his eyes.

"In merely an hour, I actually opened the Ren and Du Meridians. If others learned of this, wouldn't it be earth-shattering!?

"However, this internal cultivation art fused from the Ruoxu Scripture and the Purple Mist Divine Skill has not yet reached perfection."

His joy faded somewhat. Chu Qing carefully sensed the differences between the two manuals and quickly came to an understanding.

"At its root, the Purple Mist Divine Skill emphasizes 'wielding' rather than 'accumulating internal force.' What I received from the system should be the Purple Mist Divine Skill at great completion.

"After the two fused, the internal force from both pushed this cultivation art to the seventh realm.

"From now on, wielding and accumulation have become one. Every lift of a hand and every movement of a foot contains hidden mysteries.

"This martial art is neither purely the Ruoxu Scripture nor purely the Purple Mist Divine Skill.

"Let's call it the Purple Mist Ruoxu Scripture."

P.S. I've been reading everyone's comments these past two days, and I know you're anxious for the protagonist to open the treasure chest and receive rewards. But please don't worry... there's no problem with the plot arrangement, and I'm not dragging things out by refusing to open the chest. After all, I already wrote the martial art inside the chest, so there's no need to delay.

From the protagonist's perspective, only half a day had passed from receiving the reward until now.

He killed Xin Youhen in the afternoon, then immediately went to kill Bai Qi.

Later, he encountered Er Gou after returning to the city, accepted a new task, returned to the inn, and opened the chest. It all followed naturally.

The main reason everyone feels it has been dragged out is that the updates are too few. If it were like after release, with ten thousand words updated daily, we would reach this point in two days.

This is the helplessness of the new-book period. Please be patient.

Thank you, everyone~~~