"Ha ha ha, what a thrill!"
Moments later, Meng Qingshan suddenly burst into loud laughter. Though he had already taken several knife wounds and waves of stabbing pain assaulted his nerves, his momentum remained undiminished.
The heroic spirit radiating from him was intimidating enough to make anyone shrink back.
Chen Sandao stared at the blood-covered man before him, astonishment and confusion flashing across his face.
He remembered that Meng Qingshan had not possessed such strength a few months ago.
How had this Kid become even stronger after suffering severe injuries? It was truly baffling!
He had killed plenty of people, but he had never encountered anyone as fierce as Meng Qingshan. A thought involuntarily crossed his mind: Could this Kid really not be afraid of death?
Meng Qingshan's current strength was already enough to make him wary.
But Meng Qingshan was injured in the end. He might have been wary of a vicious lone wolf;
but in his eyes, an injured lone wolf was even less threatening than a beaten dog struggling to survive.
Picking up a knife, Chen Sandao revealed a savage, icy smile and viciously spat out three words: "Go to hell!"
The moment he finished speaking, he charged forward and hacked down with his knife.
A fierce wind howled toward him. Meng Qingshan was still laughing, his voice growing louder and louder.
Just as the tip of Chen Sandao's knife came within three paces of Meng Qingshan—
there was a muffled puff.
Meng Qingshan suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of blood. It splattered through the air, instantly blurring Chen Sandao's vision.
Caught off guard by this sudden Blood Spit Person, Chen Sandao's steps abruptly stalled, and the momentum of his fierce strike slowed with them.
Yet in that brief pause, the knife in Meng Qingshan's hand had already swung out.
The cold gleam of the blade echoed the moonlight.
A fine head instantly sprang into the air and rolled across the ground with a dull thud.
[You successfully killed Chen Sandao, a minor chief of Black Wind Stronghold, and obtained 1,000 cultivation points!]
The night once again sank into deathly silence.
That single strike had nearly exhausted all the strength in Meng Qingshan's body.
His entire body went limp and collapsed into the pile of corpses.
After this battle, Meng Qingshan gained a new understanding of the jianghu's bloody struggles.
Real combat was nothing like a game, where one merely compared stats and flung out skills. It hurt, and it was exhausting.
If he had not come up with a plan in the nick of time and cleverly used Blood Spit Person—
then the person lying there with his head separated from his body would probably have been him.
This experience left Meng Qingshan deeply wary. He silently resolved that, in the future, whenever he traveled the jianghu, he would always carry a handy weapon.
He also needed to prepare some chili powder, poison powder, lime powder, and other emergency items. That way, even if his raw strength fell short, he could still use such methods to hinder his opponent's attacks and seize the chance to turn defeat into victory.
After catching his breath, he rose and sat cross-legged to Regulate Breath, beginning to recover.
The moment he entered the Regulate Breath state, he suddenly recalled that the Regulate Breath skill he had comprehended only last night had already come in handy today. He could not help sighing that this was truly Heaven's Will, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
After recovering some of his strength, Meng Qingshan opened his eyes. The crescent moon had just risen, hanging above Great Green Mountain and illuminating the distant sky.
Meng Qingshan had just killed several people in succession, but as he gazed at the picturesque scenery before him, the agitation and killing intent in his heart gradually subsided.
Suddenly, a line of semitransparent blue text appeared before his eyes:
[At the third quarter of the You hour, you gazed into Great Green Mountain and witnessed the wondrous sight of the dawn breeze and waning moon alongside the pines by the mountain stream. Your mind was captivated, and you gained a new insight into the Martial Dao, obtaining 13,000 cultivation points!]
Seeing the blue text that had suddenly appeared, Meng Qingshan was stunned at first. Then he recalled that Wulin Qixia Zhuan had a feature called "Lingxi Points."
In the game, the Lingxi Points feature was quite unique. Players had to witness a rare natural phenomenon under specific weather, at a particular time, or during a certain season before they could obtain cultivation points.
Now that he had somehow gained 13,000 cultivation points, it was undoubtedly an unexpected delight for Meng Qingshan.
Having stumbled upon such a Mysterious Encounter, Meng Qingshan was in an excellent mood.
The only pity was that, when he had played Wulin Qixia Zhuan, his attention had not been focused on this aspect, so he had not studied Lingxi Points in depth. Otherwise, simply recording the corresponding Lingxi Points and farming cultivation points through them would probably have been faster than meditating and cultivating.
Casting the many thoughts from his mind, Meng Qingshan gently lifted the long saber he had obtained from Chen Sandao and examined it carefully under the bright moonlight.
The saber's blade was straight, with an elegant upward curve at the tip. It was an inch longer than an ordinary steel saber and had a reverse edge, making it especially distinctive.
Blood grooves had also been cleverly carved into both sides of the blade, making it not only attractive but practical.
The edge had undergone meticulous soil-cover hardening, giving its temper lines a clear, sharp appearance.
Exquisite auspicious-cloud patterns were carved into the guard. Beneath those clouds, Meng Qingshan vaguely made out the character "Yuan," as if it concealed some special significance.
Seeing this, Meng Qingshan sensed that the saber seemed to have an extraordinary origin.
With a thought, its Attribute Panel immediately appeared before his eyes:
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