Who are you?

In the blink of an eye, the two men began fighting in the courtyard.

They fought with speed against speed, unleashing one deadly move after another within inches of each other.

Chu Qing watched, hoping the Heavenly Dance Guard would patrol by and chase away these two who had dared to fight in someone else's yard.

However, the location he had chosen was remote, and while the Heavenly Dance Guard patrolled the entire city, they couldn't possibly pay attention to every corner.

During their fight, neither of them used any extremely powerful moves, so even after fighting for a long time, no one noticed anything unusual.

This fight also allowed Chu Qing to see Wen Rou's skills.

Her martial arts still fell within the scope of Taiyi Sect, and she could effortlessly use Taiyi Sect's three ultimate techniques.

However, the same martial arts that were incredibly fierce in Chu Fan's hands were either ethereal and unpredictable or incredibly agile in her hands, producing completely different effects despite being the same techniques.

In addition to these, she also had a set of exquisite finger techniques that she wove between the three ultimate techniques, often catching opponents off guard.

As a result, by this point, she and the third leader of the Shashen Gang were in a stalemate.

However, this was mainly because, since the fight began, Wen Rou had not given Mei Qianluo a chance to create distance.

The so-called "Flying Cloud Sparrow Fan" and "Withered Leaf Thousand Falls" – the first four characters referred to this person's mastery of iron fan techniques.

The latter four characters referred to his hidden weapon techniques.

But in this current situation, Mei Qianluo's hidden weapon techniques were completely useless. The distance was too close... leaving him no room to attack.

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

But to be fair, one was a senior in the Jianghu and the other a junior. Fighting to a draw like this, it was already a significant loss for Mei Qianluo.

If they were fighting in front of others, Mei Qianluo would have lost all face to continue fighting Wen Rou.

But tonight's situation was different; it was a battle for survival. Seniority and juniority were irrelevant; the outcome was decided by life and death, not by victory or defeat!

Just then, Mei Qianluo suddenly looked up and flicked the folding fan in his hand. With a swish, the fan flew out of his hand.

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

It finally returned to Mei Qianluo's front.

Mei Qianluo was expected to reach out and grab the fan, and Wen Rou had already prepared her next move.

Unexpectedly, with a swish, Mei Qianluo extended two fingers, shattering the fan. Without warning, he aimed for Wen Rou's shoulder.

Wen Rou remained unfazed. She smoothly changed her move and sent out a punch, precisely blocking his two fingers.

A crack sound was heard.

Mei Qianluo's two fingers immediately made a bone-cracking sound.

However, Wen Rou showed no joy on her face. Something unusual must be afoot... these two fingers were clearly not a killing move; why attack now?

Immediately after, her expression changed, and she let out a muffled groan as she was sent flying backward.

Looking at her fist, a slender silver needle had appeared.

The needle was poisoned, and her fair hand had already turned black.

Wen Rou's expression remained largely unchanged, only slightly furrowing her brow. She placed two fingers of her left hand on the Quchi acupoint on her right arm.

As her Internal Energy flowed, a whoosh was heard, and the silver needle in her palm flew out.

"To think you're considered a senior in the Jianghu, yet you resort to such despicable tactics..."

Wen Rou said this with a calm expression on her face.

She didn't seem bothered by her predicament.

Mei Qianluo's face flushed at her words, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"The matter we are undertaking is of great importance, and we cannot afford any mistakes.

"You are so young, yet you possess such martial arts skills. In another ten years, I fear I won't even be worthy of carrying your shoes...

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

"It would be wrong to bully the young today, and even more so to kill you with a poisoned needle.

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

"Fortunately, as long as you die, no one will know about these things."

With that said, he took a step forward, his palm imbued with Internal Energy, intending to crush Wen Rou's head.

But as he raised his palm high, he noticed Wen Rou looking behind him.

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

"Hmm? Facing death, you're still trying to trick me?"

Seeing the clear yet slightly foolish look in her eyes, Mei Qianluo recalled how Wen Rou had tricked him into revealing his identity earlier.

How could he fall for it now?

He was about to strike when his heart suddenly tightened.

He felt as if something was indeed wrong behind him.

He suddenly turned his head and saw that the tightly shut door had opened at some unknown time.

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

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

He strode towards the assassin who had been killed by Wen Rou's palm.

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

"You are..."

Mei Qianluo was hesitant for a moment.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man's footwork change, and he had already closed the distance.

The blade's edge, with momentum, came with a strange and unpredictable posture.

The blade's momentum was fierce and decisive, by no means comparable to ordinary Blade Technique. For a moment, he didn't know how to dodge.

He simply rolled on the ground, dodging the blade in an extremely clumsy manner.

But when he stood up, he found his left arm bleeding profusely, 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 comfort.

As expected, severing limbs was more convenient with a blade.

He ignored Mei Qianluo and looked at Wen Rou:

"How is it?"

Mei Qianluo's silver needles were too hidden. Thinking back now, they were probably hidden in his sleeves. When he attacked, he flicked his wrist to take out the silver needles, held them between two fingers, and when Wen Rou hit his fingers, he used Internal Energy to launch the silver needles, trading the shortest distance for the greatest damage.

In such a situation, even Chu Qing, who had been observing the battle the entire time, hadn't noticed.

By the time he realized it, Wen Rou had already been hit by the needle.

"...I won't die."

Wen Rou looked at Chu Qing with a strange gaze:

"Who are you?"

This was new!

Chu Qing was somewhat surprised. This girl didn't recognize him?

Didn't she have a good sense of smell?

Could it be that he had been diligent about bathing these past two days, so his scent was faint, making it impossible for this girl to identify him?

But that didn't make sense either...

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

Why was it possible that day, but not today?

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

Could it be... the scent of Internal Energy?

After all, in the past few days, apart from his Void Scripture turning into the Purple Cloud Void Scripture, there had been no other changes.

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

Was she born with special abilities, or had she cultivated some 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. She then looked at Mei Qianluo and said to Chu Qing:

"He ran away."

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

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

Wen Rou: "?"