Me, beautiful?

The gathering leaden clouds seemed to pulse with lightning.

The flung rope shot out, straight as a pillar of heaven, piercing through the leaden clouds.

The man, like an ape, used the rope to bolt into the clouds, resembling an immortal ascending into the sky, disappearing from sight.

The Magician, Lian Sheng, obtained the Immortal Rope as he wished, and also became a killer for Dark Stone.

A person who could learn the Immortal Rope within three days would definitely possess extraordinary talent.

He mastered martial arts quickly, even cleverly combining magic tricks with martial arts, forging his own path.

Lian Sheng began to carry out missions, using the lives of others to build his position as Dark Stone's top killer.

But starting a year ago, it was as if retribution had come.

Lian Sheng's body began to fester, and he felt his life force draining away.

He sought medical treatment everywhere, but to no avail.

Because of this, Lian Sheng even killed many doctors in anger.

With prolonged illness and no cure, Lian Sheng's heart gradually hardened, and it coincided with Dark Stone searching for Rama's Remains, which caught Lian Sheng's attention.

He was overjoyed, for as long as he obtained Rama's Remains, he could comprehend Rama's Inner Power. This martial art, which could allow one to regenerate severed limbs, would definitely cure his illness.

Unexpectedly, Drizzle took the first step, betraying Dark Stone and running away with eight hundred thousand taels of silver and the upper half of Rama's Remains.

Within the entire Dark Stone organization, Lian Sheng must be just as eager to find Drizzle as King Runner was.

Fortunately, they found her.

Dark Stone was still powerful!

Before coming this time, Lian Sheng had originally planned to join forces with Drizzle and Lei Bin to kill King Runner, and then seize Rama's Remains.

Drizzle need not be said, having betrayed Dark Stone, she would have no choice but to join forces with him if she didn't want to die.

Lei Bin had a lovely wife and young children, and having been a killer for so long, he would eventually die outside one day. Lian Sheng was confident he could persuade him.

Unexpectedly, before anything could be implemented, he died at the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Before his death, Wen Qingkong clearly sensed the Magician Lian Sheng's surge of grief and indignation.

[Host has gained River and Lake Magic Tricks, Immortal Rope, Fire Blade Technique]

If he still felt some emotion towards Lei Bin's past, Wen Qingkong felt somewhat disgusted towards Lian Sheng, feeling Lian Sheng's power merge into his own body.

Wen Qingkong carried Lian Sheng's body down.

Then, he carried the three Dark Stone killers who had died at his hands first onto the cold slab one by one, cleaned them, applied makeup, and sewed them up, meticulous and thorough.

This was respect for the needle.

These three Dark Stone killers were all killers who had been nurtured by Dark Stone since childhood. Besides Dark Stone's day-to-day training and various mission scenarios in their memories, there was nothing special.

Wen Qingkong obtained a fist technique, a sword technique, and a leg technique from these three Dark Stone killers, none of which were miraculous skills.

In this world, martial arts granted individuals great power, so naturally, they would be highly valued and never easily taught to others.

This was especially true for strict organizations like Dark Stone.

Without sufficient merit, it was impossible to obtain higher-level martial arts.

After the three Dark Stone killers, the last corpse was that pile of meat.

Wen Qingkong looked at it, pondered slightly, and still placed the pieces of the corpse on the cold slab, arranging them one by one like a puzzle.

Then came the cleaning and makeup, and some missing parts needed to be filled in with clay.

This was the biggest challenge since he started in the profession.

Wen Qingkong worked very seriously.

The nine Harbinger Birds' dark eyes were also staring at the Three Incense Sticks and the pieces of the corpse on the cold slab.

Ye Zhanqing was first smashed in the head by Wen Qingkong's punch, and then cut into several pieces by King Runner's longsword.

The body parts were fine, but the head was truly like a broken watermelon, requiring Wen Qingkong to piece it together bit by bit.

Inside the Corpse Seamstress Workshop, the candlelight flickered, and the silence was so profound that a pin could be heard dropping.

Under Wen Qingkong's gradual piecing together, the broken head gradually revealed its initial form.

In fact, after his punch, it was obviously impossible to restore Ye Zhanqing's head to its original state. Many of the pieces that couldn't be put together were filled in with clay that Wen Qingkong had shaped.

It wasn't until four quarters past Yin hour that Ye Zhanqing's corpse was pieced together.

With Wen Qingkong's physique, he could feel some fatigue in his waist at this time.

This was extremely meticulous work. If Wen Qingkong didn't have martial arts, he would never have been able to piece together Ye Zhanqing's corpse.

"Success, only the last step remains."

Wen Qingkong turned to get the needle. The last step was just sewing, and he could rest after sewing.

"Caw!"

In the silent Corpse Seamstress Workshop, the Harbinger Bird's cry was so clear, it even struck Wen Qingkong's mind like a heavy hammer.

A yin wind swept through, turning the orange candlelight into a ghostly green, swaying with the wind.

A cold aura seeped into Wen Qingkong's skin from behind, the bone-chilling cold making his inner power circulate sluggishly.

He heard a faint breath near his ear, icy and penetrating.

"Am I beautiful?"

Ye Zhanqing's voice echoed.

Wen Qingkong threw a flying needle backhanded.

Lei Bin's Flying Needle Technique.

Whoosh!

Ye Zhanqing soared into the air, her limbs gripping the roof tightly, her whole body hanging upside down. Then, the head that Wen Qingkong had just pieced together rotated one hundred and eighty degrees downward, facing Wen Qingkong directly.

The face pieced together from clay and flesh was fused by a strange power, defying common sense by not falling apart.

"Am I beautiful?"

Ye Zhanqing murmured, her eyes filled with love, as if longing for Wen Qingkong's caress.

As for Wen Qingkong's flying needle, it missed its mark and stuck in the wall.

Wen Qingkong saw that the Three Incense Sticks in the incense burner had gone out, three long and two short.

This was the second time he had encountered a corpse transformation.

"Tsk, troublesome."

Wen Qingkong twisted his neck and clenched his fists.

He circulated his inner power to dispel the bone-chilling cold.

"Hey, ugly monster, I originally wanted to leave you with a complete corpse so you could be buried intact."

"I can also master this Forty-One Styles of Water Splitting Swordplay."

"But after all the effort I put in, you pull this on me."

"You simply don't appreciate my hard work."

"Do you know how much trouble it was for me to piece together that watermelon-like head of yours bit by bit!"

Boom—

Great Subduing Demon Fist!

The masculine and overbearing fist force burst out, the air whistling as it was rubbed by the fist.

The air became scorching, and Ye Zhanqing's corpse let out a sharp shriek, crawling rapidly across the roof like a spider.

The fist force slammed into the roof, smashing through it.

Moonlight shone down, Wen Qingkong collapsed his waist and punched, still the Great Subduing Demon Fist, the moves simple and unadorned, but with boundless power.

Ye Zhanqing was surrounded by the fist force. Although she was extremely fast, she gradually had no room to maneuver under the encirclement of the fist force.

Suddenly, Ye Zhanqing opened her mouth and shrieked, the shriek almost piercing the soul, causing Wen Qingkong's spirit to falter.

Wen Qingkong bit the tip of his tongue, instantly regaining consciousness.

At this moment, Ye Zhanqing had pounced in front of Wen Qingkong like lightning, a pungent stench assaulting his face.

Wen Qingkong roared, activating the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, while simultaneously circulating the White Lotus Heart Sutra true energy throughout his body, his fists blasting out, as heavy as mountains, as vast as the ocean!

Shaolin Hundred Step Divine Fist!