Soft Armor, the Second Scroll!

"Huh? Can I take the ones I've already caught, put them back in the cage, and keep catching them?"

Qin Shuang looked at the panel in his mind, his heart stirring.

Thinking of this, Qin Shuang immediately grabbed the dragonfly he had just caught and placed into the cage, catching it once again.

[Captured Dragonfly +1!]

[Captured Dragonfly +1!]

"It really works!"

Hearing the mechanical voice of the system in his mind, Qin Shuang's eyes lit up. This was truly excellent.

This way, he wouldn't need to go out and catch more dragonflies, saving him a lot of trouble.

At this moment.

In a forest three miles away from the tile-roofed house where Qin Shuang was staying, over a dozen men in grey clothes and silver masks were hiding. These Silver Masked Men were each filled with a chilling murderous aura, their eyes fierce and ruthless; one look was enough to tell they were bloodthirsty individuals.

"The people of Hualing Village have harbored disciples of the Golden Tiger Martial Arts School. Poison them all, leave none alive!"

The leader, a silver-masked man with greying hair, ordered the dozen or so Silver Masked Men beside him, his eyes flickering with a bloodthirsty light.

"Yes, Gang Leader!"

Jin Shisan and the other twelve Silver Masked Men bowed in acknowledgment, each wielding blades and swords as they headed toward Hualing Village.

Qin Shuang stood inside his room.

He was continuously catching dragonflies, trampling grass, and refining medicinal pills, with notifications ringing incessantly in his mind.

"Enemy attack!"

Just then, Qin Shuang heard a cry of alarm from the distance, followed immediately by the sound of blades clashing.

"Hm?"

Qin Shuang frowned deeply at the sound. His figure flashed out of the room, and he leaped onto the roof. He saw that, over twenty zhang away, more than twenty disciples of the Azure Dragon Society were locked in a fierce battle with over a dozen Silver Masked Men.

It was clear that the Azure Dragon Society disciples were no match for them.

"Whoosh!"

Qin Shuang executed Grass on Flying, holding the Yellow Springs Saber in his hand, and appeared beside the dozen Silver Masked Men, slashing out with his blade!

"Puchi!"

"Puchi!"

A series of sounds rang out as blades sliced into flesh. With a single strike, four Silver Masked Men were cut in two!

"You're courting death!"

The leader of the Silver Masked Men, a man with graying hair, had Qi and Blood surging like a furnace. He radiated a terrifying aura as he charged toward Qin Shuang!

"Boom!"

At the same time, Qin Shuang unleashed his full Qi and Blood. Instantly, a crimson radiance expanded from his body, covering a radius of two zhang. At this moment, Qin Shuang resembled a massive crimson furnace, one that was twice the size of the Qi and Blood Furnace belonging to the gray-haired Silver Masked Man!

"This is..."

Ding Dian saw the youth who had rushed out. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, yet the power of the Qi and Blood erupting from him was actually twice his own. He was shocked; one had to know that his own cultivation had already reached the peak of the Marrow Jade Realm's Qi and Blood Furnace.

How could this youth be so young and... how did he train to reach this point?

"Not good!"

Seeing the terrifying Qi and Blood of the youth wielding the black saber, Ding Dian immediately halted his charge. He forced his body to bend mid-motion, swerving sharply to the left. He pushed his movement technique to the limit, instantly appearing three zhang away!

He knew it clearly in his heart.

The strength of the youth before him was not something he could contend with; running away was the best policy.

As for his subordinates, he could no longer care about them. Saving his own life was the priority.

"Puchi!"

"Puchi!"

Qin Shuang's Yellow Springs Saber swept out, killing another four Silver Masked Men. He left the remaining five to the disciples of the Azure Dragon Society, while he unleashed his perfected Grass on Flying movement technique to pursue the fleeing gray-haired Silver Masked Man.

With Qin Shuang's formidable Qi and Blood and his perfected Grass on Flying, the distance between them closed rapidly!

They reached a hillside.

"Die!"

At this moment, Ding Dian, who was fleeing ahead, cursed inwardly. Feeling the black-sabered youth closing in, he immediately reached into his robes, pulled out a cloth pouch, and threw it behind him.

The cloth pouch Ding Dian threw contained poison mist. Once contaminated, one's Qi and Blood would flow in reverse, leaving them at the mercy of others.

Seeing the Silver Masked Man throw the pouch, Qin Shuang immediately knew it was nothing good. He surged his Qi and Blood, his entire body enveloped by a blood-red shadow of a Tiger Form Divine Intent. He utilized his perfected Grass on Flying, soaring into the air to evade the poison mist and landing directly in front of Ding Dian.

"What? Tiger Form Divine Intent? You... is the Tiger Roar Divine Intent in your possession?"

Seeing the Tiger Form Divine Intent radiating from Qin Shuang, Ding Dian was instantly struck with shock, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

He was a disciple of the Tiger Roar Sect.

He knew well that only those who had cultivated the Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill or fused with a Tiger Roar Divine Seed could possess the Tiger Form Divine Intent. As the last remaining descendant of the Tiger Roar Sect, he had never received the inheritance of the Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill—it was the greatest regret of his life!

Back then, his late master had passed the Tiger Roar Divine Intent to his senior brother, Jin Yihang, and expelled him from the sect. He had sworn then that he would destroy the sect in this lifetime and reclaim the Tiger Roar Divine Intent. He never expected that after forty years of searching for Jin Yihang, he would finally find him only to miss out on the Tiger Roar Divine Intent.

At this moment.

To actually see the Tiger Form Divine Intent on this young man!

How could he not be shaken?

"You know about the Tiger Roar Divine Intent?"

"It seems you are the murderer who wiped out the Golden Tiger Martial Arts School."

Hearing the words of the Silver Masked Man, Qin Shuang's heart stirred. He locked his Yellow Springs Saber onto the man before him and said in a deep voice.

"That's right!"

"I am the one who wiped out the Golden Tiger Martial Arts School! That old bastard passed the Tiger Roar Divine Intent to Jin Yihang and cast me out. I, Ding Dian, have had two great wishes in this life: the first was to destroy the Tiger Roar Sect and whip that old man's corpse eight hundred times, and the second was to reclaim the Tiger Roar Divine Intent! I searched for Jin Yihang for forty years and finally wiped out his entire family, yet I never expected the Tiger Roar Divine Intent to have fallen into your hands!"

The gray-haired Ding Dian looked at Qin Shuang, his aged eyes flashing with intensity as he spoke in a low voice. "Brother, you and I have no prior grudge; we can become friends through this fight. I apologize to you. Since you have also learned the Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill, if you can give me the Tiger Roar Divine Intent, I am willing to trade a treasure and all the wealth I have accumulated in my life for it! How about it?"

"A treasure?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shuang's heart stirred. He asked, "What kind of treasure?"

"A scroll. It cannot be destroyed by fire or water, yet I cannot open it either. I am certain that this item is extraordinary. Add to that the one hundred thousand taels of gold I have earned over these forty years—I will give it all to you, just in exchange for the Tiger Roar Divine Intent!"

Ding Dian looked at Qin Shuang, his eyes burning with fervor as he spoke in a deep voice.

"A scroll? It cannot be destroyed by fire or water, and you can't open it?"

"What color is your scroll?"

Hearing Ding Dian's words, Qin Shuang's heart trembled violently. He remembered that after killing Qi Yunfeng, he had found a scroll in his home that also could not be destroyed by fire or water and could not be opened. Could it be that these two scrolls were of the same origin?

"It is dark red!"

Ding Dian looked at Qin Shuang, his gaze flickering. A thought crossed his mind: why would this youth ask that? Could it be... he has seen this scroll before?

Does he have a way to open it?

"Where is your scroll?"

Qin Shuang looked at Ding Dian and asked.

"The scroll and the treasure are both in Yunzhou. As long as you're willing to trade, I'll take you to Yunzhou to get them!"

Ding Dian looked at Qin Shuang, a wary expression in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

He knew he was no match for the youth with the black saber, but using his treasures to trade with him was the best way to save his life.

"Yunzhou..."

Qin Shuang's eyes showed a look of contemplation.

Having been in this world of martial arts for so long, he had already figured out that the territory of the Tianchu Dynasty was vast beyond measure. It consisted of sixteen provinces. Qingzhou City was located in Yanzhou, and there was Kunzhou separating it from Yunzhou. No wonder Ding Dian had been searching for his senior brother, Jin Yihang, for forty years.

It was too far.

"Swish!"

Qin Shuang gripped the Yellow Springs Saber and lunged at Ding Dian!

"You!"

Ding Dian's expression turned fierce. He unfolded his movement technique and shifted horizontally to the left, trying to dodge.

He had not expected that the youth before him would be unmoved by the temptation and start attacking without a second word!

However.

Qin Shuang's blood energy was twice that of Ding Dian, and his speed also surpassed him. This saber strike instantly slashed across Ding Dian's chest!

"Boom!"

A loud noise erupted. Ding Dian's body was sent flying ten zhang away by Qin Shuang's ferocious strike. He spat out a mist of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily into a patch of grass.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ding Dian coughed violently. He struggled to climb to his feet, and seeing Qin Shuang gradually closing in, he turned to flee. However, he felt strands of tiny, icy saber energy inside his body from that last strike. These icy saber energies were causing his blood energy to circulate sluggishly!

"What kind of armor is this?"

Qin Shuang held the Yellow Springs Saber, looking at the silver armor revealed beneath Ding Dian's torn clothes a zhang away, a look of shock in his eyes.

One had to know.

His Yellow Springs Saber could cut through iron as if it were mud; it had even snapped Situ Rui's precious saber, Jinghong. How could it fail to pierce this soft armor worn by Ding Dian?

"You thief! You're trying to kill me, and you still expect me to tell you? Keep dreaming!"

Ding Dian's eyes were wide with rage, his mouth full of blood.