White Jade Savage Bone Paste, A Dark and Stormy Night for Murder!

A figure leaped from a high wall like a startled bird, landing silently. Su Mu stared at the retreating figures, killing intent surging in his eyes.

"It really is people from the Black Tiger Gang."

With his Five Animal Frolics at perfection and his Hidden Force realm, Su Mu's senses were far sharper than ordinary people. He had already heard the two men lurking suspiciously and whispering outside the shop as soon as he stepped out of the blacksmith's workshop.

He had deliberately turned into this alley earlier, and now he had heard every word of their conversation.

"Wu Heng, I haven't come to find you yet, but you've come looking for me... Why must you court death?"

The tree may wish for stillness, but the wind will not cease. After forging that saber, Su Mu felt a desire to leave. Before he departed, he intended to kill Wu Heng, considering it his last act for the shop.

Under the dim twilight, in the alley, the young man took out a piece of coarse cloth he had prepared earlier and covered his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed. Afterward, the young man left the alley and silently followed the two Black Tiger Gang members.

Wu Heng sent people to track him with ill intentions. Now, he would turn the tables and follow these two back to kill Wu Heng.

Su Mu's control over his physical body was now nearly perfect, and his Startled Sparrow Steps were also close to great mastery. Let alone tracking two unranked martial artists, even tracking a Qi Refining Martial Artist of the same Ninth Rank would be difficult to detect.

The two men headed south, passing through streets and alleys to a rather opulent, independent courtyard. They arrived at the back door, first "alertly" looking around. After confirming no one was behind them, they knocked twice long and once short on the door.

Creak!

A moment later, the back door of the courtyard opened a crack. The two men gently pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind them.

Upon entering the courtyard, the two men removed their face coverings and headed towards the inner courtyard. Su Mu, following behind, saw all of this.

In a study within the inner courtyard.

The portly Wu Heng was currently digging out a small spoonful from a box of ointment that looked like white jade with a small jade spoon, his face full of joy. He then evenly smeared it onto his right arm.

Shortly after applying the ointment, Wu Heng felt his skin begin to heat up slightly. Then, the medicinal effects penetrated his skin and flesh, reaching the bones of his right arm, which also began to heat up.

This morning, Wu Heng had taken people to snatch the Thirty Refinements Long Saber from the Li Family Blacksmith Shop and sent it to the gang leader, Zhao Xuan. After receiving the saber, Zhao Xuan was delighted and ordered someone to send him a box of White Jade Savage Bone Paste.

Don't underestimate this small box of ointment; its value was considerable. This was a medicinal paste used by Bone Forging Martial Artists to temper their bones. Qi Refining Martial Artists also needed it if they wished to advance to the Eighth Rank Bone Forging Realm.

Wu Heng had become a Hidden Force martial artist several years ago, and his strength within the Black Tiger Gang was second only to the gang leader. The two were brothers-in-law; Wu Heng's wife, Madam Sun, was Zhao Xuan's wife's younger sister, and their relationship was extremely good.

However, the Black Tiger Gang's plunder of civilian wealth over the past few years had barely been enough to allow Zhao Xuan alone to break through to the Eighth Rank. He had only managed to reach the Eighth Rank with great difficulty during his second attempt at Bone Forging the year before last. Now, Zhao Xuan had begun to channel resources towards Wu Heng.

But Wu Heng couldn't wait any longer, so he ordered people to capture Su Mu, intending to use Su Mu's blacksmithing skills to earn money in exchange for Bone Forging ointment.

Just then, footsteps were heard from outside the room, and the door was knocked.

"Hall Master, it's us."

Wu Heng immediately put the ointment on the table into a cabinet before replying, "Come in."

"Yes."

Two Black Tiger Gang members entered the room, looking somewhat apprehensive.

"Where is that brat?"

Seeing the two return empty-handed, Wu Heng's expression darkened. Two burly men, with broad arms and waists, went to capture a mere youngster and failed?

One of them swallowed hard and said with a forced smile, "Hall Master, that brat is too slippery. He took a small alley route home today, and there were people coming and going in the alley. We lost him before we knew it."

"Idiots, you're both complete idiots!"

Wu Heng slammed the table and stood up abruptly. He turned away, hands behind his back, not wanting to look at the two incompetent fools.

And at that moment.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Suddenly, three urgent whistling sounds pierced the air from outside.

"What's that noise?"

Wu Heng turned around vigilantly, only to see three dark shadows tear through the window and shoot in. With his eyesight, he could only vaguely make out that they were three pebbles about the size of a baby's fist.

Bang! Bang!

Wu Heng could react, but the other two Black Tiger Gang members lacked that ability. Before they could react, the two pebbles accurately struck the back of their heads.

Instantly, the two felt as if their skulls had been hit by heavy hammers. Their bodies convulsed, their pupils dilated, and blood flowed from their noses as they fell to the ground.

Thump.

Compared to the deceased Black Tiger Gang members, Wu Heng reacted extremely quickly. The force within him erupted and gathered into his palm, which he slammed towards the incoming stones.

The force surged, and the incoming stones instantly exploded under Wu Heng's palm, turning into a pile of dust.

"Who is it?"

Wu Heng roared. The opponent was in the dark, while he was in the light. Staying in the room would inevitably lead to an ambush. He immediately infused his feet with force and strode out of the door.

Whoosh!

Under the night sky and the crescent moon, a masked figure leaped from a wall nearly ten feet high, landing without much sound. As the figure landed, a shadow stretched diagonally in the moonlight, exuding a murderous aura.

Hearing the commotion in the inner courtyard, the several Black Tiger Gang disciples in the outer courtyard rushed over. Four or five burly men, armed with sabers and spears, entered the inner courtyard gate in an orderly fashion, surrounding Su Mu.

One gleaming saber after another was drawn, their cold light terrifying.

Seeing the approaching figure, Wu Heng showed no panic. He recalled the stones imbued with force that had killed the two men just now, realizing this person was undoubtedly a ranked martial artist.

Wu Heng immediately raised his hand, ordering his men to stand down. "Who are you? If you have a grievance with me, Wu, you can state your name. Perhaps our grievances can be resolved."

Ninth Rank Qi Refining Martial Artists are well-known figures in the Qingshui Town area, yet Wu Heng couldn't identify the person before him.

Uncertain of Su Mu's identity, Wu Heng didn't want to easily engage a Ranked Martial Artist. If he could keep the man here tonight, that would be one thing, but if he let him escape, the future trouble would be endless.

Resolve the enmity?

Only death would suffice.

Su Mu wasted no words. Using the Five Animal Frolics' Deer Run, his body swayed, leaving behind afterimages as he lunged at the nearest Black Tiger Gang member, intending to deal with the weaklings first.

Seeing Su Mu attack without a word, Wu Heng was thoroughly enraged. He was second-in-command in the Black Tiger Gang, and even the Qingshui Town officials didn't dare provoke him lightly.

This man had infiltrated his residence, killed two of his Black Tiger Gang members without a word, and now, after being exposed, was making a direct move. Wu Heng immediately waved his hand.

"Brothers, attack! Kill this guy!"

Wu Heng wanted to see who this person was tonight, daring to be so arrogant and presumptuous.

"Hmph, you've chosen the wrong opponent!"

Zhang San, seeing Su Mu attack him first, let out a cold snort. He was the strongest of the four. Although his attempt to reach Qi Refining had failed, his saber technique was nearly perfected. He immediately channeled the Force within his body into his saber.

The next second.

The saber cut through the air, carrying a gust of wind as it swiftly chopped down towards Su Mu's head.

Zhang San's saber strike was skillful. Even a Ninth Rank Martial Artist would not dare to underestimate it. A nearly perfected saber technique, amplified by Force, was enough to cleave through rock.

However, Zhang San's confident strike appeared too slow to Su Mu.

End this quickly.

Su Mu took a deep breath. His flesh and blood writhed, and his bones hummed. Su Mu's entire body instantly grew a bit thicker.

In an instant, Su Mu entered the Limit Break State.

The saber fell.

"I hit him!"

Zhang San's face lit up with joy. But just as the blade was mere inches from Su Mu, seemingly already touching him, a sudden gust of wind arose.

A figure flickered like a startled sparrow.

Startled Sparrow Steps, Leap!

The seemingly successful strike missed instantly as Su Mu closed the distance.

So fast, what movement technique is this... No, I need to retreat!

Zhang San's pupils contracted sharply, and the joy on his face froze. He drew his saber, attempting to defend, but it was too late.

Roar!

A sudden, high-pitched tiger roar exploded. Su Mu threw a punch casually.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded the moment his fist landed, followed by another muffled sound echoing from within Zhang San's head. Blood poured from his seven orifices, and his head exploded on the spot.