Seven-Colored Glazed Body

The black-robed man turned into a residence.

A dim oil lamp gave off a few flickering sparks.

On the bed lay a man with graying hair and a somewhat gloomy face. He was Wu Biao, the leader of the Savage Ox Gang.

His face was pale, and his entire body was covered in wounds. His left arm in particular looked as though it had withered, dry and shriveled.

Li Feng, Zhang Hu's underling, was holding medicine and applying it to his body.

As the ointment was spread over the wounds, Wu Biao occasionally let out soft hisses, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.

"Boss, bear with it. I'm almost done," Li Feng said as he carefully applied the medicine.

"Do it faster. Stop talking nonsense," Wu Biao said weakly.

Li Feng nodded, quickening his movements further.

Before long, Li Feng finally treated all of Wu Biao's wounds and helped him sit up.

"Get me something to eat. I'm starving to death."

"Yes, Boss. I'll get it right away."

This house differed from the others; its kitchen stood separately in the courtyard.

With no other choice, Li Feng lit another oil lamp and carried it toward the kitchen.

Wu Biao sat in the chair, looking at the bandages wrapped all over his body and his left arm, which resembled a dried corpse's. A trace of fear flashed across his face.

"The waters of the World-Saving Sect run too deep. They actually have so many experts. If I hadn't possessed a body-tempering technique, I would likely have died long ago."

He planned to turn himself in at the Inner City Commandant's Office once his injuries had recovered somewhat.

If he told them the World-Saving Sect's secrets, perhaps he could even escape the death penalty.

If he remained outside, especially in the Outer City, there would likely be only one road ahead—death.

After closing his eyes to rest for a while, Wu Biao suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Li Feng didn't even know how to cook. He only needed to heat up the food, so why had he not returned after half a quarter-hour?

"Li Feng?" Wu Biao called softly, but no one answered.

This is bad! he thought.

The hair all over Wu Biao's body stood on end. As if facing a great enemy, he endured the agonizing pain, rose from the chair, and stared fixedly at the door.

Creak. The door was pushed open, and a black shadow appeared in the doorway.

Strike first to gain the upper hand. His gaze instantly turned savage as he threw a full-force punch at the black shadow.

Wu Biao could no longer care about his injuries. The power of the Organ Refinement Realm erupted in full, his fist wind whistling as he sought to kill with a single blow.

Crack.

As though it had never expected this, the black shadow was struck squarely by the fist. Its chest instantly caved in, the sound of shattering bones ringing out as flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.

Thud.

The sound of a body hitting the ground rang out. Borrowing the faint lamplight, Wu Biao finally saw the black shadow clearly—it was Li Feng!

A chill shot straight to the crown of his head as a sharp dagger suddenly stabbed out from behind the black shadow.

Wu Biao was already severely wounded, and after that all-out punch, he was at the end of his tether. In an instant, his skin turned bronze. He could only take it head-on.

Pfft.

The dagger radiating coldness struck his heart steadily. The blade sank three inches in, yet could go no farther.

A body-tempering technique! Zhou Muyun reacted instantly, hurriedly pulling out the dagger and dodging Wu Biao's retaliatory punch.

"More friends mean more paths. How about you spare me?"

Rather than pressing his advantage, Wu Biao began negotiating terms.

"From your aura, you should only be in the Tempered Bone Realm. I have to say, you're quite bold. I, Wu Biao, admire you. As long as you spare me, all these things will be yours."

Leaning back, he took out a bundle from the bed and spread it open.

The silvery coins gleamed dazzlingly in the darkness. Zhou Muyun roughly counted them; there were likely more than a hundred taels.

Stall this bastard. Once I recover a little, I'll kill him.

A vicious gleam flashed through Wu Biao's eyes, too subtle to notice. As a mid-stage Organ Refinement Realm martial artist, if he had not been severely wounded, how could he have been reduced to such a miserable state?

Wealth moved people's hearts. It would be a lie to say he was not tempted.

But Zhou Muyun felt that once he acted, he had to pull up the weeds by their roots. Once Wu Biao died, the things would be his anyway.

Besides, he could see that Wu Biao was definitely stalling for time.

Strike while he was sick and take his life. He could not wait any longer.

Zhou Muyun said nothing. Wind rose beneath his feet, and with a Windblown Catkin Dance, he crossed several steps and arrived at Wu Biao's left side. His fist wind howled as he drove a punch straight at Wu Biao's head.

"Good fellow! Ruthless enough." How could Wu Biao fail to understand? There would be no peaceful end to this night.

He twisted his severely wounded body and leaned backward. The fist wind grazed past his nose, drawing a spray of blood.

Taking advantage of the motion, he grabbed Zhou Muyun's right arm and yanked. Not only did he steady his falling body, he also pulled Zhou Muyun in front of him.

A savage grin appeared in Wu Biao's eyes. His left hand clenched into a fist and blasted toward Zhou Muyun's chest.

Since you wanted me to come over, then I'll grant your wish!

A resolute glint appeared in Zhou Muyun's eyes. He forcibly twisted his body, borrowing Wu Biao's strength to slam his back into him.

Fist and back collided. Sweetness surged into Zhou Muyun's throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Biao was overjoyed and was about to continue attacking.

Yet the strength of his blood and qi receded like a tide. Looking down, he saw that at some unknown moment, a dagger had plunged deep into his heart.

"Behind the World-Saving Sect is... Blood..."

Wu Biao, once incomparably arrogant, the leader of the Savage Ox Gang, the largest gang in the Outer City, had not even finished speaking before he crashed heavily to the ground. His eyes were filled with intense unwillingness as his breathing ceased.

To prevent Wu Biao from playing dead, Zhou Muyun forcibly suppressed his injuries and gave his throat several more kicks, only stopping once it was a bloody mess of mangled flesh.

He skillfully gathered the items on Wu Biao's body and those in the room, quickly clearing away the traces.

Then he vanished into the night.

He did not dare linger. The sounds of the fight had likely already alerted others.

Not long after Zhou Muyun left, a group of World-Saving Sect members dressed in white smashed through the gate and entered.

The burly man at their head took the lead, rushing straight into the house.

When he saw the two cold corpses inside, he froze for a moment.

Who had done this? They had actually been faster than his group. The moment he received word, he had immediately brought people over.

Wu Biao knew the World-Saving Sect's secret, so he naturally had to die. But what if he had revealed that secret before dying? That would be a grave problem.

The burly man immediately ordered coldly, "Secretly investigate the whereabouts tonight of all mid-stage Organ Refinement Realm martial artists and above in Yunlin County Town. The faster, the better."

"Yes, Lord Han Shan."

Even though Wu Biao was severely injured, he did not believe that martial artists newly entered into the Organ Refinement Realm or below could kill him.

He had personally experienced Wu Biao's body-tempering technique. Otherwise, Wu Biao could never have escaped.

"No matter who you are, and no matter whether Wu Biao told you the secret, you must die. If you want someone to blame, blame your own bad luck!"

Han Shan narrowed his eyes slightly, cold intent rising in his heart.

"Let's go."

At his command, Han Shan left with the sect members.

Only two cold corpses and a wrecked room remained, telling the tale of what had happened that night.

Meanwhile, Zhou Muyun, the instigator of it all, had long since returned home.

He crept back into his room on tiptoe, afraid of disturbing Xu Rou and Zhou Tong. It was better that they did not know about such matters.

Zhou Muyun sat on the bed and swallowed a dose of the healing medicine he usually kept on hand. Only then did the surging blood and qi in his body slowly settle.

"I can't use such a risky fighting style next time."

That final exchange had been a complete gamble. He gambled that Wu Biao could no longer use that hardened-body technique, and that Wu Biao's punch absolutely did not possess the strength of his peak.

Clearly, he had won the gamble. Wu Biao was riddled with severe injuries, with less than one-tenth of his strength remaining. Even his desperate punch had only possessed the power of an early-stage Organ Refinement Realm martial artist, and he was unable to use his hardened-body technique.

Zhou Muyun successfully drove the dagger hidden in his left hand into Wu Biao's heart, completing the kill.

As for his own injuries, they were not serious. A few days of recuperation would suffice.

Of course, Zhou Muyun's peak Tempered Bone Realm cultivation, with strength approaching the Organ Refinement Realm, had also provided considerable aid.

Otherwise, serious injury would have been unavoidable.

He eagerly sorted through tonight's gains.

One hundred and fifty taels of silver, an exquisite jade pendant, and a manual.

Zhou Muyun put away the silver and jade pendant, then began flipping through the book.

On its cover were written the words Seven-Colored Glazed Body.

Wu Biao's body-tempering technique?

Looking at the name, Zhou Muyun could not help recalling Wu Biao's bronze-like skin when his dagger had failed to pierce him the first time.

If he could master it, it would likely greatly increase his strength.

He hurriedly continued reading, and before long, he became completely absorbed in it.