Uncle Wu looked at the blood blossoms filling the alley entrance and sighed, as though mourning the peaceful days that would never return.
"Old fellows like us have already lived our fill. You're still young," Uncle Wu said with a smile.
With that, he tore an old cloth from the clothing shop's wall. Blood runes blazed across its surface-it was actually a tattered Formation Banner!
At that moment, the whole of West Street stripped away its mundane disguise.
Yun Qing silently regarded the scroll in his hand.
He suddenly remembered how, just days ago, Uncle Wu had sat on the clothing shop's threshold, squinting as he measured his sleeves and chattered, "With a figure like yours, Shopkeeper Yun, coarse cloth is such a waste. Why not look at my other fabrics? I'll give them to you!"
Yun Qing's fingertips tightened slightly.
Across the street, flower shadows filled the sky, blocking Old Sun's sugar threads. Hua Luoqi stood amid the blood blossoms, watching the scene from above as her red lips slowly curved.
"Heeheehee. How interesting."
Her laughter echoed among the blood blossoms, as though she had found a delightful show.
"Today, this True Person will see just how many rats are hiding in this tiny West Street."
Her gaze swept over Blacksmith Zhao's severed arm, then turned toward Old Sun's sugar threads. The excitement in her eyes grew ever stronger.
"What excellent... materials for artifact forging! Hahahaha!"
She raised her hand, and the blood blossoms filling the sky exploded!
Their petals became countless scarlet blades, bearing the terrifying pressure of Spirit Transformation as they rained down on West Street.
Every petal carried an edge sharp enough to tear through a Golden Core cultivator's protective true qi. Tens of thousands poured down at once, like a scarlet rain of knives.
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