Who Are You?

In the blink of an eye, these two were locked in combat within the courtyard.

They fought fast against fast, unleashing deadly moves within a small space.

Chu Qing watched, hoping the Heavenly Dance Guards would patrol here and chase away these two who were fighting in someone else's courtyard.

However, the spot he chose was already secluded, and while the Heavenly Dance Guards patrolled the entire city, they couldn't cover every corner.

Neither of the two used extremely powerful techniques during their fight, so after battling for a while, no one noticed anything unusual.

This fight also allowed Chu Qing to see how capable Wen Rou was.

Her martial arts still fell within the scope of the Great Easy Sect, and she effortlessly used the sect's three ultimate techniques.

However, the martial arts that were incredibly fierce in Chu Fan's hands became ethereal and unpredictable or extremely nimble in hers. Though it was the same martial art, when she used it, the effect was completely different.

Besides that, she also had a refined finger technique that she interspersed between the three ultimate techniques, often catching her opponent off guard.

As a result, they were evenly matched with the third boss of the Divine Sand Gang up to this point.

But this was mainly because, since the fight began, Wen Rou hadn't given Mei Qianluo a chance to create distance.

The so-called Flying Cloud Sparrow Fan, Withered Leaves Thousand Fall – the first four words referred to this person's ultimate iron fan technique.

The latter four words referred to his hidden weapon skills.

But in the current situation, Mei Qianluo's hidden weapon skills were completely useless. The distance was too close... he couldn't use them.

And the original iron fan was too conspicuous, so tonight he had switched to a folding fan, significantly reducing its power.

But it had to be said, one was a senior figure in the martial world, the other a junior. To fight to a draw like this meant Mei Qianluo had already suffered a great defeat.

If this fight had happened in front of others, Mei Qianluo would definitely have been too ashamed to continue fighting Wen Rou.

But the situation tonight was different. It was a life-and-death struggle. Seniority and juniority were set aside; it wasn't about winning or losing, but about life and death!

Mei Qianluo suddenly looked up, flicked the folding fan in his hand, and with a rustling sound, the fan flew out of his grasp.

Wen Rou waved her hand, and the folding fan circled around her.

Finally, it returned to Mei Qianluo.

Wen Rou expected Mei Qianluo to reach out and take the fan, and she was ready with her next move.

But unexpectedly, with a snap, Mei Qianluo extended two fingers and the fan was instantly shattered. He intended to strike Wen Rou's shoulder with the fragments, catching her off guard.

Wen Rou remained calm, changing her move with the flow. She sent out a punch, which just happened to block the two fingers.

There was a cracking sound.

Mei Qianluo's two fingers immediately made the sound of bones breaking.

But there was no joy on Wen Rou's face. Something abnormal was happening... these two fingers were definitely not a killing blow, so why did he attack with them now?

Immediately after, her expression changed, and with a muffled groan, she stumbled backward.

Looking at her fist, there was now a slender silver needle embedded in it.

The silver needle was poisoned, and the fair skin on the back of her hand had already turned black.

Wen Rou's face still didn't show much change, only a slight frown. Her left hand's two fingers landed on the Quchi acupoint of her right arm.

Her internal energy circulated, and with a whoosh, the silver needle in her palm immediately flew out.

"To think you're considered a senior in the martial world, yet you resort to such despicable methods..."

When Wen Rou said this, her expression was also indifferent.

She didn't seem bothered by her predicament.

Mei Qianluo's face flushed upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of shame.

"The matter we are plotting this time is of great importance, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"For a young lady like you to possess such martial arts at your age, if you had another ten years, I fear I wouldn't even be fit to carry your shoes...

"It's just a pity, you don't have ten years to wait.

"Taking advantage of a junior today is wrong, and using the poison of a silver needle to take your life is even more something that cannot be known.

"Otherwise, the name Mei Qianluo would likely be ridiculed.

"Fortunately, as long as you are dead, none of these things will be known."

Having said this, he took a step forward, his palm imbued with internal energy, intending to shatter Wen Rou's head.

But just as he raised his hand high, he noticed Wen Rou was looking behind him.

In her light eyes, there was a hint of confusion.

"Hmm? At the last moment, you still want to trick me?"

Seeing that clear yet slightly foolish look, Mei Qianluo remembered how he had been tricked by Wen Rou earlier into revealing his identity.

How could he fall for it now?

He was about to bring his palm down immediately, but suddenly his heart tightened.

He felt as if something was truly wrong behind him.

He spun around abruptly and saw that the tightly shut door had opened at some point.

A young man dressed in coarse cloth clothes had already stepped out of the room.

He seemed not to see Mei Qianluo, nor Wen Rou.

He walked over to the assassin who had been killed by Wen Rou's palm strike.

He picked up the assassin's saber from the ground.

"You are..."

Mei Qianluo was momentarily hesitant.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man's footwork change, and he was already pressing close.

The saber edge came with force, in a bizarre and unpredictable manner.

The saber strike was fierce and ruthless, far beyond ordinary saber techniques. For a moment, he didn't know how to dodge.

He simply rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the strike in a most undignified manner.

But when he stood up, he found his left arm covered in blood, and half of his arm had fallen to the ground.

Mei Qianluo's face turned ashen, his steps faltered, and he retreated repeatedly, looking at Chu Qing in disbelief:

"Who are you?"

Chu Qing, on the other hand, felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Indeed, using a saber was much more convenient for severing limbs.

Ignoring Mei Qianluo, he looked at Wen Rou:

"How are you?"

Mei Qianluo's silver needles were too concealed. Thinking back now, they were likely hidden in his sleeve. When he attacked, he flicked his wrist to take out the silver needles, holding them between two fingers. When Wen Rou struck his fingers, he used internal energy to propel the silver needles, achieving maximum damage at the shortest distance.

Under such circumstances, even Chu Qing, who had been observing the battle, hadn't noticed.

By the time he discovered it, Wen Rou had already been struck by the needles.

"...I won't die."

Wen Rou looked at Chu Qing with a strange expression:

"Who are you?"

This was new!

Chu Qing felt a little surprised. This girl didn't recognize him?

Doesn't she smell things?

Could it be that he had been bathing frequently these past two days, making his scent faint, so this girl couldn't distinguish him?

But that wasn't right either...

When he went to the Chu Family that day, he had also bathed before going.

Why was it okay that day, but not today?

Chu Qing thought carefully and suddenly felt that the scent the girl mentioned might not be his body odor.

Could it be... the scent of internal energy?

After all, in the past few days, besides transforming the Ruoxu Scripture into the Purple Mist Ruoxu Scripture, nothing else had changed.

But if that were truly the case, it would be even more astonishing than having a sensitive sense of smell.

Was she naturally unique, or had she cultivated a strange martial art?

Thinking of this, Chu Qing rubbed his nose and smiled:

"I won't tell you."

"???"

Question marks appeared in Wen Rou's eyes. Then she looked at Mei Qianluo and said to Chu Qing:

"He ran away."

Chu Qing smiled upon hearing this, looking at Mei Qianluo, who had already climbed over the wall:

"Yes, it's good that he ran."

Wen Rou: "?"