"Spiritual Jade Skill?" Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, but found no memory of it. This skill must have been left behind a hundred years ago. "Does this skill let one see in the dark?" That was what puzzled him most. If he could not see at night, how could he have subdued the Wudang Sect members in such a short time?
Daoist Huangmu shook his head. "It cannot grant night vision, but it can release threadlike inner energy and weave it into a net within a certain range. Through touch, one can determine a target's location."
"Like a spider? No wonder..." Zhang Sanfeng suddenly understood. That was why the other man could move through darkness as though it were broad daylight. "I never imagined there was such a miraculous martial art in this world."
Before he had even finished speaking, he was already at Daoist Huangmu's side, reaching for his Jianjing Acupoint. As long as he got a firm hold, no matter how miraculous the other man's martial arts were, he would be unable to resist.
Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed, and his movement seemed to stiffen for an instant. Daoist Huangmu seized the chance to strike with his longsword, which burst forth with a dazzling gleam.
Zhang Sanfeng retreated several steps, neutralizing the attack, but he showed no pleasure. "You poisoned me?"
"Sorrowful Crisp Breeze—colorless and odorless. Its reputation is indeed well deserved." Daoist Huangmu looked toward a young Daoist dressed in Baiyun Temple robes and could not help praising her. He had openly revealed the origins of his martial arts precisely to stall for time until the poison took effect. Zhang Sanfeng's reputation was simply too great, and they feared the poison might not work quickly enough.
The young Daoist sighed as well. "True Master Zhang truly