The Perilous Jianghu

Seeing no tattoo on Wang Ruozhi's body, Guo Xi'wu's expression immediately turned grim. He inwardly lamented, "It's over! Everything is completely over!"

Uncle Chen, standing nearby, silently picked up a sharp blade from the ground.

An Ning'er caught sight of Wang Ruozhi's heaving chest and her face instantly flushed with a hint of shyness. She quickly shifted her gaze to Meng Qingshan.

It was as if she was asking, 'Where's the tattoo you mentioned?'

However, Meng Qingshan remained composed. He calmly said, "Princess Yun'an, everyone please, remain calm. The real show has only just begun."

With that, Meng Qingshan removed the iron needles from Wang Ruozhi's Yang Guan, Zhong Shu, and Qihai acupoints. He then withdrew some of the Extreme Yin True Qi that was inside Wang Ruozhi.

Previously, Wang Ruozhi's True Qi had been sealed by Meng Qingshan using Extreme Yin True Qi and these iron needles.

Now, the blockage in the Du Meridian had been cleared. True Qi flowed freely within his body, and a Qiongqi Tattoo pattern naturally appeared on his chest.

The Qiongqi Tattoo seemed cast from bronze. As the True Qi flowed, its patterns faintly emanated a profound glow.

It was emblazoned on Wang Ruozhi's chest. Though its eyes were closed, they seemed to possess boundless life and vitality with every rise and fall of his chest, as if capable of perceiving the mysteries of all things.

At this moment, Uncle Chen, who had been observing from behind, suddenly spoke, "It is said that the Murong Family are descendants of an ancient lineage from beyond the domain, with extraordinary bloodlines. It is rumored that when they practice their ancestral martial arts, a Qiongqi tattoo appears on their chest. To witness it today, it truly lives up to its reputation."

Wang Ruozhi's eyes flashed with a cold glint upon hearing this, but he quickly concealed it. He said indifferently, "What does this tattoo prove? It only proves I am of the Murong Family.

Since our ancestors, my Murong Family has adhered to family rules, upholding benevolence and righteousness as we roamed the martial world. Yet, we are often slandered and attacked for baseless accusations. If you intend to frame my Murong Family with this, I would rather die than compromise."

Meng Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Murong, your words are mistaken. I've heard that when people of your Murong family die, this tattoo appears on their skin. Tell me, could any of those men in black have such a tattoo?"

Wang Ruozhi's face changed instantly. The Murong Family had been rooted in the Central Plains for over two hundred years, enduring even the upheaval of a dynastic change. These were secrets of the Murong Family, unknown to outsiders. How did this person know?

Just then, Wang Ruozhi's gaze suddenly shot forward, and he shouted sternly, "Who's there!"

Everyone was drawn by his sharp cry and followed his gaze.

Wang Ruozhi's True Qi was now flowing freely. He quickly mobilized his True Qi, forcing out the remaining three iron needles that had sealed his acupoints.

Then, he slammed his hands on the ground, leaped into the air, and charged directly at An Ning'er.

At that very instant, a spear suddenly appeared, as if it had been waiting there for him.

Wang Ruozhi tried to turn and dodge, but his True Qi suddenly stagnated, causing his body to freeze momentarily.

However, this brief pause was enough for Meng Qingshan's spear to pierce his body.

The crowd followed Wang Ruozhi's gaze but saw nothing, instantly realizing they had been tricked.

When they looked back, Wang Ruozhi was already impaled on Meng Qingshan's spear.

The situation was now clear without further explanation.

An Ning'er's eyes held a complex mixture of disappointment and confusion as she looked at Wang Ruozhi.

She trembled and asked, "Brother Wang, was your kindness towards me just a ploy to get close to me?"

Wang Ruozhi glared at An Ning'er, his eyes filled with malice.

At this moment, his heart was filled with unwillingness and humiliation.

As a royal descendant of an ancient lineage from beyond the domain, he had not yet forged the Crimson Void Sword, nor had he achieved his grand ambition of ruling the world. How could he be willing to die so unwillingly?

It was all because of this woman. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

Wang Ruozhi gritted his teeth and said, "I was so sincere with you, yet you, who only met this brat a few days ago, have colluded with him to deal with me. And you dare question me with such a tone.

A woman like you is truly worse than the lowest of courtesans. I only wish, I wish I hadn't used the Joyful Union Powder on you those days and thoroughly ravaged you, hahaha..."

An Ning'er's face turned ashen upon hearing his words, like a sheet of paper blown by a cold wind. Her expression became vacant and helpless, as if her worldview had been ruthlessly shattered at that moment.

Guo Xi'wu had long harbored resentment towards Wang Ruozhi. Seeing him court death now, his anger erupted, and he drew his sword, intending to kill him.

How could Meng Qingshan let him snatch the prize? After all, this Wang Ruozhi was his source of cultivation points.

He immediately twirled the spear in his hand. Blood and flesh splattered from the wound where Wang Ruozhi was impaled, creating a gruesome scene.