Am I Beautiful?

The gathered leaden clouds seemed to teem with lightning.

The cast rope stood straight as a pillar of heaven, piercing through the leaden clouds.

Like an ape, he used the rope to rush into the clouds, vanishing from sight as though an immortal riding the clouds.

The Magician, Lian Sheng, got his wish and obtained the Immortal Rope, becoming an assassin of Black Stone as well.

Anyone who could learn the Immortal Rope within three days could not possibly lack talent.

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

Lian Sheng began carrying out missions, piling up one human life after another to earn his place among Black Stone's top assassins.

But starting a year ago, perhaps it was retribution.

Lian Sheng's body began to rot, and he could feel his vitality draining away.

He sought treatment everywhere, but nothing worked.

In his fury, Lian Sheng even killed quite a few physicians.

With no cure for his long illness, Lian Sheng's heart gradually became vicious. Just then, Black Stone began searching for Rama's Remains, drawing Lian Sheng's attention.

He was overjoyed. As long as he obtained Rama's Remains, he could comprehend Rama's Inner Power. A martial art capable of regenerating severed limbs would surely cure his illness.

Who could have expected Drizzle to beat him to it, betray Black Stone, and flee with eight hundred thousand taels of silver and the upper half of Rama's Remains?

In all of Black Stone, Lian Sheng was surely just as desperate as King Runner to find Drizzle.

Fortunately, they found her.

Black Stone was still powerful!

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

Drizzle went without saying. Having betrayed Black Stone, she could only join forces with him if she did not want to die.

Lei Bin had a delicate wife and young child. After being an assassin for so long, he would sooner or later die out in the field. Lian Sheng was confident he could persuade him.

Unexpectedly, before any of it could be carried out, he died at the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Before he died, Wen Qingkong clearly sensed the grief and indignation in the Magician Lian Sheng's heart.

The host has acquired Jianghu magic tricks, the Immortal Rope, and the Fire Blade Technique.

If Wen Qingkong had felt something over Lei Bin's past, then toward Lian Sheng, he felt only disgust as he sensed Lian Sheng's inner power merge into his body.

Wen Qingkong carried Lian Sheng's corpse away.

Then, he moved the three Black Stone assassins who had died first at his hands onto the cold bier one by one. He washed them, applied makeup, and stitched them up, meticulous in every detail and omitting not a single step.

This was respect for stitching.

Those three Black Stone assassins had all been trained by Black Stone since childhood. Apart from Black Stone's day-after-day training and various scenes of carrying out missions, there was nothing especially noteworthy in their Life's Flashbacks.

From the three Black Stone assassins, Wen Qingkong obtained a fist technique, a sword technique, and a leg technique. None were divine arts or peerless skills.

In this world, martial arts granted individuals great power, so they were naturally held in the highest regard and never casually bestowed upon others.

An organization as strict as Black Stone was even more so.

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

After the three Black Stone assassins, the final corpse was that pile of flesh.

Wen Qingkong looked at it and pondered briefly before placing the chunks of flesh on the cold bier, arranging them one by one in order like a puzzle.

Next came washing and makeup. Some missing portions had to be molded from clay and pasted into place.

This was the greatest challenge he had faced since entering the profession.

Wen Qingkong worked with utmost care.

The pitch-black eyes of the nine Harbinger Birds were all fixed on the Three Incense Sticks and the corpse chunks on the cold bier.

Ye Zhanqing had first had her head shattered by Wen Qingkong's punch, then been sliced into several pieces by King Runner's longsword.

The body was manageable, but her head was truly like a smashed watermelon, requiring Wen Qingkong to piece it together bit by bit.

Within the Corpse Seamstress Workshop, candlelight flickered, and the silence was so deep that a needle dropping could be heard.

Under Wen Qingkong's gradual reconstruction, the shattered head slowly began to take shape.

In truth, after that punch, restoring Ye Zhanqing's head to its original state was obviously impossible. Many pieces would not fit together, so Wen Qingkong had to mold clay into the right shapes to fill the gaps.

It was not until the fourth quarter of the Tiger Hour that Ye Zhanqing's corpse was finally pieced back together.

Even with Wen Qingkong's physique, his waist felt somewhat weary by then.

This was extremely meticulous work. If Wen Qingkong had not possessed martial arts, he could never have pieced Ye Zhanqing's corpse together properly.

"Mission accomplished. Only the final step remains."

Wen Qingkong turned to fetch a needle. Only the stitching remained; once it was done, he could rest.

"Caw!"

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

A sinister wind swept through. The orange-red candle flames turned into dim green fire, swaying with the wind.

A chilly aura seeped into his skin from behind. The bone-piercing cold even made Wen Qingkong's inner power sluggish.

By his ear came faint exhalations, cold to the bone.

"Am I beautiful?"

Ye Zhanqing's voice rang out.

Wen Qingkong threw a needle with his backhand.

Lei Bin's Flying Needle Technique.

Whoosh!

Ye Zhanqing shot into the air, her limbs gripping the ceiling as she hung upside down from it. Then, the head Wen Qingkong had just pieced together rotated one hundred and eighty degrees downward, facing him directly.

The face patched together from clay and flesh had fused under some eerie power, somehow remaining intact against all reason.

"Am I beautiful?"

Ye Zhanqing murmured, her eyes brimming with affection, as though she craved Wen Qingkong's caress.

As for Wen Qingkong's flying needle, it had missed and embedded itself in the wall.

Wen Qingkong saw that the Three Incense Sticks in the censer had gone out—three long, two short.

This was the second time he had encountered a Corpse Transformation.

"Tsk. Troublesome."

Wen Qingkong rolled his neck and clenched both fists.

The inner power in his body circulated, driving away the bone-piercing chill.

"Hey, ugly bitch, I originally wanted to leave you an intact corpse so you could be buried whole."

"I could have mastered your Forty-One Styles of Water Splitting Swordplay too."

"And yet, after I spent so much effort, you pull this on me."

"You really don't appreciate the fruits of my labor."

"Do you know how troublesome it was to piece together that head of yours, smashed up like a watermelon?"

Boom—

Great Subduing Demon Fist!

The fierce, domineering force of his fist tore through the air, rubbing it into a mournful howl.

The air turned scorching hot. Ye Zhanqing's corpse let out a shrill screech and crawled rapidly across the ceiling like a spider.

The fist force slammed into the ceiling, blasting straight through it.

Moonlight streamed down. Wen Qingkong lowered his stance and threw another punch. It was still the Great Subduing Demon Fist, its form ancient and simple, its power boundless.

Ye Zhanqing was surrounded by fist force. Though she was incredibly fast, beneath its encirclement, she gradually had nowhere left to twist and evade.

Suddenly, Ye Zhanqing opened her mouth and shrieked. The cry nearly pierced the soul, making Wen Qingkong's mind falter.

Wen Qingkong bit through his tongue, instantly regaining clarity.

By then, Ye Zhanqing had lunged before Wen Qingkong like lightning, a pungent stench rushing into his face.

Wen Qingkong roared and activated the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art. At the same time, the true qi of the White Lotus Heart Sutra flowed throughout his body. Both fists shot forth, heavy as mountains and vast as the ocean!

Shaolin Hundred Step Divine Fist!