Six Life-Slaying Slashes, Life-Reaping Hairpin! Grass-Skimming Technique, Grass-Stepping Technique?

Yu Wenjing saw that she could not persuade Lin Changsheng, so she had no choice but to let it go.

The two chatted a while longer before returning to their rooms to rest.

Lin Changsheng sat on the bed by the window, utterly unable to sleep. Recently, after plundering the three martial schools, the Black Tiger Gang, the Green Snake Gang, Chen Ling, and experts such as the just-slain Situ Zhan, the silver he had gained had already exceeded ten thousand taels.

It was quite a handsome haul.

He took out the two secret manuals, Six Life-Slaying Slashes and Grass-Skimming Technique.

"This Six Life-Slaying Slashes is a saber technique. If I cultivate it to the Perfect Stage, it should be able to merge with the Wind-Thunder Saber Technique and form an even stronger saber art!"

Lin Changsheng looked at the Six Life-Slaying Slashes manual in his hand, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

And there was Grass-Skimming Technique.

When the time came, it could also be fused with the Flying Eaves Lightness Skill.

If both his saber technique and lightness skill improved again, his strength would advance by leaps and bounds!

Lin Changsheng first took out Six Life-Slaying Slashes and began reading it.

This saber technique had only six slashes. It was a very thin booklet, containing six saber moves along with some annotations. Its pages were somewhat curled, showing that Zhong Ling had often studied this saber technique and written down his own insights.

[Detected martial saber technique Six Life-Slaying Slashes. Consume 10 taels of silver to simplify it?]

Just as Lin Changsheng finished reading Six Life-Slaying Slashes for the third time, a red prompt suddenly appeared on the panel before his eyes.

"Simplify!"

Lin Changsheng immediately selected the "Yes" button.

Less than a moment after Lin Changsheng confirmed it, another prompt appeared on the panel before him, showing that the simplification had succeeded.

"Slay Life? That lets me gain experience points?"

Seeing the prompt, Lin Changsheng's eyes flashed. A bold idea came to him, though he would need to test it. If it worked, his Six Life-Slaying Slashes would reach the Perfect Stage in no time at all.

"Let's look at Grass-Skimming Technique too."

Lin Changsheng turned his gaze to the Grass-Skimming Technique manual.

This time, after reading it five times, a red prompt appeared on the panel before his eyes.

"Simplify!"

Lin Changsheng immediately selected confirm.

Less than a moment after Lin Changsheng confirmed it, another prompt appeared on the panel before him, once again showing that the simplification had succeeded.

"Grass-Skimming Technique simplified into Grass-Stepping Technique?"

Seeing the display on the panel, Lin Changsheng's eyes immediately lit up. This was simply too easy.

When the time came, he only needed to walk on grass, and it would soon reach the Perfect Stage.

"Let's cultivate for a while."

Lin Changsheng thought to himself. More than a hundred people had died by the bamboo grove outside, and there was no way he could sleep. He might as well cultivate instead of resting; that would also increase his cultivation experience.

The next day.

Before dawn had broken.

Yu Wenjing got up. She began bustling about early, making breakfast and cleaning everything in the house.

During breakfast.

Yu Wenjing ate silently. From time to time, she looked at Lin Changsheng with a complicated expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

"The people here to pick you up have arrived."

Suddenly, Lin Changsheng looked toward the door. He had already heard a set of footsteps.

"This subordinate arrived late. Please punish me, Miss."

A gentle voice sounded from outside the door.

"It is nothing. Wait for me a moment."

Yu Wenjing spoke in a low voice. Looking at Lin Changsheng, she said, "Changsheng, you saved me twice. In the future, ah... I wonder whether you and I will ever meet again?"

"Until we meet again."

Lin Changsheng replied solemnly.

"Until we... meet again."

Yu Wenjing gave Lin Changsheng a deep look, as though she wanted to carve him into her memory. Then she turned and walked outside.

At the entrance.

A middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe stood there, his black hair hanging over his shoulders, the aura around him unfathomably deep.

Behind him stood two hulking men with bulging muscles, along with more than thirty black-clad swordsmen lined up neatly on either side outside the courtyard.

"Welcome, Miss!"

When they saw Yu Wenjing emerge, everyone bowed and cupped their fists in a respectful salute.

"Uncle Jin, go on ahead. I will follow shortly!"

Yu Wenjing's beautiful eyes flickered as she spoke to the leading middle-aged man.

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, the middle-aged man turned and left with the two hulking men and the black-clad swordsmen.

A trace of resolve appeared on Yu Wenjing's exquisite face. She pulled out the emerald-green hairpin from her hair—the very hairpin that had slain Zhong Ling the night before.

She turned and pressed it into Lin Changsheng's hand. "This hairpin is called the Life-Reaping Hairpin. It contains the power of two strikes from the Martial Grandmaster Realm! Pour inner force into it to activate it. Take it! If one day... if possible, you may come to Yu Capital...!"

After speaking, Yu Wenjing turned and hurried after Uncle Jin and the others.

"The Life-Reaping Hairpin, with the power of two strikes from the Martial Grandmaster Realm!"

Lin Changsheng looked at Yu Wenjing's departing back, then at the hairpin in his hand, and fell silent.

Southern Fujian Commandery.

It governed eighteen cities.

Golden Saber Sect.

It was located on Jade Tablet Mountain in Southern Fujian's main city.

Great halls rose one after another in orderly ranks along the mountainside. At the halfway point was a plaza several li wide, where many young men and women were practicing their saber techniques.

At the mountainside was a secluded little courtyard.

A young man around twenty-five or twenty-six sat cross-legged in the main hall. Just then, a Divine Eagle flew in from the horizon and landed atop a huge stone lock in the middle of the courtyard.

"Is it a message from Big Brother?"

Zhao Fuhu looked at the Divine Eagle, his brows lifting. He stepped forward and removed a wax-sealed scroll from its leg. Zhao Fuhu crushed the wax scroll and unfolded the letter inside. After reading it for a while, his expression changed drastically. "What? Big Brother was killed? The Black Tiger Gang was massacred by a mysterious person?"

The message had been sent by his second uncle, who had not been at the Black Tiger Gang at the time.

"Who is this mysterious person?!"

Zhao Fuhu's eyes split wide with fury. He clenched both fists, and his bones crackled like exploding beans as a formidable aura spread from his body!

"You killed my big brother? I'll dig up the graves of eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

Zhao Fuhu ground his teeth.

The county office.

"The Canglang Saber Warrior and Situ Zhan, the eldest of the Minnan Five Tigers, were both First-Rate Masters. Along with the Violet Lightning Flying Dagger, the Lingnan Twin Eagles, and more than ten Second-Rate Experts, as well as over a hundred Third-Rate Fighters, all of them were killed!"

"His strength is actually this great!"

"It will be far too difficult to eliminate the hidden danger posed by the account book."

Chen Ling sat in the rear hall with a gloomy expression and let out a deep sigh.

At this moment.

He could only hope that Lin Changsheng would not expose the account book.

Yan Zhen Noodle House.

"My heavens! The Canglang Saber Warrior, Lightning Saber, and Situ Zhan, the eldest of the Minnan Five Tigers, were all First-Rate Masters with great reputations in the martial world! Who would have thought they would all die at that youth Lin Changsheng's doorstep last night!"

"Lord Chen said a group of martial wanderers fought fiercely outside that kid's home, and the murderer had long since fled!"

"To kill two First-Rate Masters, over ten Second-Rate Experts, and nearly a hundred Third-Rate Fighters—even if he isn't in the Martial Grandmaster Realm, he must be at the peak of the First-Class Realm!"

"I saw the Canglang Saber Warrior's corpse. His knees and crotch had been struck by arrows, while his head had been smashed apart by an Iron Sand Palm! The one who acted was skilled in archery and the Iron Sand Palm!"

"..."

The scattered customers in the shop were discussing the matter.

Yan Zhen, the proprietress, was scooping noodles nearby. Hearing their discussion, her heart stirred.

Last night, she had seen quite a bit of blood on Lin Changsheng's body!

That was the strangest part.

If he had not taken part, where had the blood on him come from?

Archery—Changsheng liked the bow in her home. Iron Sand Palm—he seemed to have learned it at the Iron Hand Martial School. And on the very night Ma Zhankui had tried to force himself on her, his entire household had been wiped out.

But after thinking it over, Yan Zhen felt it was impossible.

After all, Changsheng was only seventeen. How could he possibly possess such terrifying strength?

Perhaps.

It was just a coincidence!