The Blood Mark's First Display of Power

"Having reached the realm of Object Manipulation, the soul's power has indeed increased enormously! Ordinary martial artists are no match for me at all! Now that I can command this Blood Patterned Needle, even if five or six martial masters wore iron armor, I feel I could assassinate them at will!" The moment the needle fell into his hand, Hong Yi's soul returned to his body. Opening his eyes, he looked at the steel needle in his palm, and a feeling of being bound to it by flesh and blood welled up in his heart. "Oh? The four of us are no match for you? Then why did I capture you?" Hong Yi tied his horse beside the well, washed his hands, then sat on a stone bench beside it. Feeling the coolness of the watery air, he spoke leisurely. A needle was lighter and more nimble than a sword. With Hong Yi's current soul power, it moved even faster than a sword! After all, a sword weighed several jin, while a needle weighed only a few qian—a difference of more than a hundredfold, utterly incomparable. Lightning Chaser was incredibly fast. Before long, it had raced thirty or forty li and returned to the rented Daoist temple at the foot of Yulong Mountain. Under the blazing sun in the wilderness, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old youth sat motionlessly on a rock beneath the shade of a tree. Before him, a long needle darted up and down through the air. Shen Tiezhu was practicing at the other end of the courtyard, separated by the house, yet Murong Yan had not only heard him clearly but even guessed the origin of his martial art! As the red thread danced, it pierced wood when it met wood and stone when it met stone, leaving