Rainstorm Pear Blossom

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle."

The battle situation was constantly changing.

Ouyang Lan's heart was in her throat.

She recognized it.

The thing Duanmu Tong was firing, which bloomed like white pear blossoms with a hundred steel needles shot out simultaneously, must be the long-lost Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.

The opponent actually possessed such a powerful weapon.

Even though she saw Lu Wu-bing perfectly dodge it, her heart was still pounding.

That was close.

Lu Wu-bing, however, found it quite normal.

From the moment he rushed forward, he had been guarding against this move.

There was a saying in his past life that left a deep impression on him.

"Guns are fast beyond seven paces, and within seven paces, they are both fast and accurate."

Although he hadn't seen firearms or muskets appear in this world yet, he couldn't guarantee that this wicked scholar wouldn't pull out similar mechanical weapons.

Otherwise, his mere [Paired Swallows] hidden weapons wouldn't be enough to support the great reputation of [Baicao Shusheng].

After the needle rain passed.

Lu Wu-bing's body moved like a swimming snake, his heels touching the ground, his waist and back exerting force, like a dragon ascending to the sky, he had already darted to Duanmu Tong's side.

A flash of white light like lightning.

Chii...

From his jaw to the crown of his head, the sword tip pierced through.

Blood splattered.

Duanmu Tong's hands had just closed, and a neatly arranged piece of needle cloth slipped from his right hand, falling powerlessly to the ground. His body went limp.

At the moment of his death, he didn't say a word.

His eyes were wide open, his face contorted into a ferocious expression...

He didn't know if, in the final moment, he regretted being too overconfident and not leaving earlier, but instead trying to use his sharp hidden weapons to directly defeat his opponent.

Even the best swimmers drown in water.

He had extreme faith in his skills and his hidden weapons, but he ultimately died because of that faith.

The black eagle in the sky circled and cried, flying around the forest for seven or eight laps.

Finally, it turned and flew away, without looking back.

It had clearly discovered that its master was dead.

For it, perhaps it was grief, or perhaps it was freedom regained.

"So, keeping pets is really unreliable. They don't even commit suicide. At the very least, they could have swooped down for revenge."

Lu Wu-bing looked up at the sky and smacked his lips.

He watched the black shadow disappear into the distant sky, feeling incredibly envious.

Encountering enemies in the wild with an eagle overhead truly put one in an invincible position.

"Meow..."

Mao Mao yawned beside him, lazily shaking its fur, and seemed to roll its eyes.

Clearly, it disagreed with Lu Wu-bing's words.

Ouyang Lan giggled, picked up the little black cat, and said, "Actually, Mao Mao is also very powerful, not inferior to that eagle at all. And in Senior Sister's opinion, if something were to happen to you, Junior Brother, Mao Mao might commit... Pfft, what am I even saying?"

As she spoke, Ouyang Lan laughed so hard she stumbled, looked up at the sky, and prayed, scolding herself for her careless words.

Then, she excitedly began to examine the [Baicao Shusheng]'s left wrist.

"This person truly has extraordinary talent and knowledge, to be able to restore and forge such a formidable weapon." She carefully removed the needle launcher and picked up a spare long needle that had fallen on the ground, discovering that loading it was extremely convenient.

With a clap of his left and right hands, it could be loaded.

"Even the most powerful hidden weapons need someone to wield them. The most terrifying thing is never a weapon, but the human heart."

From the very beginning, the two had been calculating against each other, with the goal of dragging the other into a deadly situation.

In the end, she had still been one step ahead and had the last laugh.

This was partly due to her own strength.

But mostly, it was because she was sufficiently cautious and careful.

Even at the final moment, when blades met and lives were on the line, she had not let down her guard.

But [Baicao Shusheng] had been careless.

Lu Wu-bing sighed, took the needle launcher to examine it, and then handed it back to Senior Sister Xiaolan.

"Senior Sister is injured and can't use her full abilities... With this, it can protect me."

He knew that with Senior Sister's temper, if he spoke normally and asked her to accept the syringe, it might seem like he was underestimating her.

If he asked her to use the [Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle] to protect someone.

She would definitely accept it happily.

As expected, Senior Sister Xiaolan happily tied on the syringe, loaded a fine needle, and test-fired it twice. Then she filled the needle cartridge, a smile on her face. "If Gu Dongting pursues us, in a moment of crisis, this can give us a better chance of survival."

"Precisely."

Lu Wu-bing agreed wholeheartedly.

He then quickly searched the bodies of some mountain bandits and Lu Zhongkui...

Some silver and jewelry, not worth mentioning.

The only valuable item found was a thin booklet on Lu Zhongkui, the wielder of the [Life-Severing Sword].

"It's the Surging Wave Palm manual. This guy actually copied his sect's secret manual and carried it with him, studying it day and night. He's quite studious, and even added many annotations."

Ouyang Lan peeked and chuckled.

The Eastern Sea Sword Sect, although a second-rate sect, was still top-tier among the second-rate.

On the righteous path, it was only slightly weaker than "One Temple, One Mountain, Three Divine Peaks."

Its direct lineage techniques, the "Azure Wave Sword" and "Surging Wave Palm," were also renowned.

They were even comparable to the Celestial Star Sect's Seven Stars Sword Technique.

"Is it a very powerful martial art?"

Lu Wu-bing's interest was piqued.

He mainly cultivated internal energy and swordsmanship, but he never thought of neglecting hand-to-hand combat.

A true all-rounder needed to be able to protect themselves and survive in any situation.

If, in an extreme situation, his sword broke or was not in his hand, he couldn't just be unable to do anything and be passively beaten...

That would be terrible.

"It is very powerful. Our Celestial Star Sect only has one fist technique that can compare, and that is the [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist]. That fist technique follows the external martial path and is the most vigorous and fierce.

While the Surging Wave Palm's offensive power isn't as strong, its subtlety surpasses it. When wielding the palm, the force is layered and unending.

It's said that when trained to its deepest level, one palm strike can generate nine layers of force, penetrating the bone marrow and specifically damaging the internal organs. It's an extraordinary palm technique that allows the weak to defeat the strong."

Senior Sister Xiaolan, like a thief who had stolen a chicken, threw the palm manual into Lu Wu-bing's arms and said with a smile, "This palm technique is spoils of war. Since we are now enemies with the Eastern Sea Sect, we have no reservations.

Junior Brother, you have high comprehension and learn quickly. Learn the [Surging Wave Palm] too, and infuriate Gu Dongting."

"That would be wonderful."

Thinking of himself using the [Surging Wave Palm] to kill a large number of Eastern Sea disciples in the future, Lu Wu-bing couldn't help but smile.

He was now somewhat looking forward to seeing Gu Dongting's miserable expression.

After the great battle.

Naturally, they had to flee quickly.

Staying put was asking for death.

Half an hour after Lu Wu-bing and Ouyang Lan left, a group of people finally arrived.

Leading them was a thin, middle-aged man with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He wore brocade robes and wide sleeves, and the veins on his right hand, which held a broadsword, bulged. His gaze swept over the corpses scattered in the forest, and his entire body trembled with rage.

Fortunately, Gu Dongting's self-control was astonishing.

After an initial surge of anger, and then another, he calmed down.

After carefully examining the traces at the scene, his brow furrowed into a deep frown.

"Zhongming, what do you think?"

He asked the stern-faced youth with a scar on his face who stood beside him.

This was also the chief of the Seven Swords of the Eastern Sea, his most accomplished disciple, Eyebrowless Sword Wei Zhongming.

Although Wei Zhongming's face was fierce, his temperament was steady.

After carefully examining Lu Zhongkui's wounds, as well as the Flying Swallow hidden weapons and the needle holes in the trees, he pondered, "If my disciple is not mistaken, the attacker's movement technique was extremely fast, and their swordsmanship was very exquisite.

Within the Celestial Star Sect, the only person with such skills is Yue Lingfeng, the eldest disciple under Old Ouyang."

"On what grounds do you say that?"

"The Celestial Star Sect disciples are scattered and fleeing. Even if others were willing to help, they wouldn't risk their lives to oppose our Eastern Sea Sect. Therefore, the rescuer must be from the Celestial Star Sect itself.

If Qin Huaiying had personally arrived to provide support, Junior Brother Lu and the others wouldn't have even had a chance to retaliate, let alone allow Duanmu Tong to use his full strength..."

That makes sense.

The Gazing Sky Cliff lineage of the Celestial Star Sect is known for being the most protective of its own.

Ouyang Zheng and Qin Huaiying, a married couple, are both top-tier martial artists in the jianghu.

Not to mention Ouyang Zheng, his cultivation is unfathomably deep, completely impossible to gauge.

Even Qin Huaiying, a mere woman, is an expert who has reached the second rank and opened twenty-four meridians...

A casual sword strike unleashes energy like a mountain, killing these people on the spot before they even get close.

Why would they bother fighting and dodging around with these people?

"The attacker is stronger than Junior Brother Lu and the others, but not overwhelmingly so... The only possibility is Yue Lingfeng, the top disciple of Celestial Star. He has a fifth-rank cultivation and his swordsmanship is exquisite. They say he's also a rare genius."

As he said this, a flicker of excitement crossed Wei Zhongming's eyes. He clearly wasn't convinced by Yue Lingfeng's reputation in the jianghu and wanted to test the man's mettle.

"Find their tracks. I will personally take action this time."

Gu Dongting said expressionlessly.

He gave the cold order.

Dozens of disciples responded with a resounding "Yes."

I recommend to Little Fish a great, high-quality old book, A Sword Rules the World. It's a similar martial arts theme, with plenty of content to satisfy.

The jianghu and the imperial court, a world of flashing blades.