"Fellow martial artists, the witch here is no longer armed with poison, we needn''t be on guard, let''s attack together!"

    The martial artist who had gone next door for cooking oil shouted loudly and then plucked the silver needle from his palm, flinging it towards Meng Yuexue''s direction with force.

    The previous martial artist had merely touched the corpse of one who died at Meng Yuexue''s hand and had died from the poison immediately, but now this person had been pricked by a needle and seemed unaffected. Seeing this, everyone relaxed and promptly, two martial artists, confident in their abilities, stepped out from the crowd with their weapons, each showing off their prized martial arts skills as they charged at Meng Yuexue.

    The other several people were more cautious, knowing the prowess of this masked young lady. They didn''t approach but instead retreated swiftly, taking out their hidden weapons and with a flick of their wrists, they threw them towards Meng Yuexue.

    Meng Yuexue, holding a longsword, waved it, producing a chilling cold light, protecting herself from all around.

    But the sound of tingling and clanging was incessant as the hidden weapons were all deflected. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the sword light in her hand cascaded like a river falling to the ground—sharp and swift. With her alone against two Eighth Rank martial artists, she did not appear to be at a disadvantage, which made everyone internally sigh with admiration.

    Gongsun Wu, known as the Sky Mouse, watched with a change in his gaze, praising in his heart that she indeed lived up to the reputation of someone who with swordsmanship, fended off several assassination attempts in the last two years. Her swordsmanship had reached a level of mastery not attainable by ordinary martial artists.

    At that moment, the four other martial artists, seeing that she indeed wasn''t using poison anymore, finally put their guard down. Their thoughts heated with the prospect of the martial arts manuals inherited from Pharmacist Valley, they each drew their weapons and advanced to attack.

    Meng Yuexue was coping but suddenly felt an immense pressure. She was in a tight spot and danger was at every turn, yet her face did not show the slightest hint of worry or fear. Instead, she appeared calm as ice, with her left hand hanging down, unbeknownst to anyone when it had reached into the pouch on her waist.

    Gongsun Wu, who was attacking Meng Yuexue from both sides with a short knife, felt a chill in his heart upon seeing this. He patted the shoulder of an elderly man beside him to borrow strength to withdraw his moves, retreating quickly. His qinggong was extraordinary, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated several meters, now standing at the courtyard gate.

    Meanwhile, Meng Yuexue had already flung her left hand forward violently. The rest of the people were somewhat vigilant and, seeing that the situation was turning sour, began to retreat using their own qinggong. Only the old man who was hit by Gongsun Wu''s sneaky attack couldn''t avoid in time and had his face covered with the poison from the young lady''s hand. He let out a brief, sharp scream and immediately collapsed to the ground.

    As an Eighth Rank martial artist with inner strength, he lost his life in an instant, which showed just how fierce the poison in Meng Yuexue''s hand was, and her ruthlessness in using it.

    Gongsun Wu''s expression changed slightly as the situation became very dangerous for him, but he suddenly laughed out loud, saying:

    "Such fierce poison, such ruthless methods!"

    "Truly worthy of being the remnant of Pharmacist Valley, a witch that everyone in Jianghu wishes to kill. Alas, so potent a poison, how many more times can you use it?"

    "I presume your medicine bag is about empty now!"

    Meng Yuexue, with her sword in hand, her expression barely changing, said:

    "Indeed not many, but still enough to send one more person to heaven."

    "I wonder who you plan to use as your scapegoat this time?"

    ```

    A single word can sever the heart, Gongsun Wu''s smug smile on his face instantly stiffened, and the other martial artists all kept their distance from this "heaven-scaling rat," to prevent themselves from becoming the next victim of a casual attack, sent to the realm of King Yama to claim their lives. Even among themselves, there was a visible caution, and they hesitated to move forward despite outnumbering their foe and wielding sharp weapons.

    Meng Yuexue breathed a slight sigh of relief inwardly, but her expression remained as cold as ice. With one hand on her sword and the other reaching into her medicine bag, she appeared ready for combat as she slowly walked towards the outside, exuding confidence and fearlessness. This made the surrounding martial artists look even more flustered, appearing almost like guards escorting her from a distance.

    Just as she was about to step out of the courtyard, a whip lock with a silver chain suddenly lashed out fiercely, like a giant python in the grass tearing straight towards the medicine bag at the young girl''s waist.

    In that medicine bag, there were only a few medicines left, which had almost no effect on martial artists with profound Inner Strength. If it were knocked down, she would certainly not escape today!

    Meng Yuexue''s heart skipped a beat, and she swiftly unfolded her Qinggong, leaping backwards to dodge the vigorous Qi.

    The silver whip lock swiftly retracted, stirred up a wave of Qi like a tide, and a line of people slowly emerged from the edge of it, their voices preceding their arrival:

    "Truly a legitimate heir of Pharmacist Valley, clever and discerning."

    "You managed to intimidate so many Jianghu martial artists with just an empty medicine bag and almost slipped away again, but today, your luck has run out!"

    Hearing this, Meng Yuexue''s heart startled, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the medicine bag at her waist. The other martial artists also looked over, their expressions first relaxing slightly, then becoming filled with a mix of shame and annoyance. The murderous intent on their faces seemed to suggest they wished they could slash the young girl a thousand times over.

    The medicine bag at her waist had somehow been torn open, leaving a two-inch gash.

    The material of this medicine bag was unique, divided into several small pockets inside for storing various medicines without the need for jade vases, for easy access during combat. Now that it was cut open, the powdered medicine inside had spilled out, leaving only a trifle behind, revealing that her earlier statement was nothing more than a bluff.

    Gongsun Wu, the "heaven-scaling rat," had a face that was a mix of green and red, like a dye shop had exploded on him, realizing he had missed the best opportunity. With these people coming forward, no matter whether the young girl had a Divine Weapon or any significant secret manuals, he could only stand by and watch helplessly.

    Several people walked through the wave of Qi, all dressed in green robes and armed with weapons. They mainly used grapple hooks and whip locks, and the usual knives and longswords favored by common Jianghu folks were rare among them. The leader was a middle-aged man with a stern and authoritative face, holding a silver whip lock that coiled unpredictably around him like a snake, emitting a whistling sound.

    This whip was unlike any common one, with reverse-curved steel blades on both edges, extremely sharp, and as the whip circled around, it resembled the dense, short legs of a centipede, causing a chilling sensation at the sight. It was this centipede''s short legs that had silently torn Meng Yuexue''s medicine bag.

    Meng Yuexue glanced at the man, and for a rare moment, her expression wavered, but in an instant, it returned to its usual calm. However, her heart now harbored a rare sense of despair.

    She recognized the man in front of her.

    She had seen him from a distance during a previous escape. Although she didn''t know his name, she knew that he held a high position within Immortal Pavilion and his martial arts were among the top standards of Seventh Rank martial artists, on a whole different level compared to the earlier Jianghu martial artists.

    The middle-aged man looked at the veiled young girl in front of him, flicked his wrist, and his whip lock sharply tore off her veil, revealing a pale but pretty face. The short, dense blades on both sides of the whip glistened coldly, yet they hadn''t harmed the young girl in the slightest.

    But her veil had been torn into fine powder, scattering down.

    ```

    The middle-aged man''s eyes showed a hint of amazement, and he exclaimed:

    "I had no idea that the remnant of Pharmacist Valley, known for her ruthless heart and exceptional martial arts, was such a beautiful woman."

    "In Jianghu, one truly sees elegance seldom witnessed by the common folk, hahaha..."

    A woman beside him laughed and said:

    "Is Brother Zhu feeling pity for the fairer sex?"

    The man once again exclaimed in admiration and said:

    "Pitying and cherishing the fairer sex is only natural."

    "However, this young woman has been specifically requested by the Seventh Elder. Pitying and cherishing her is his concern. As a steward martial artist, my duty is only to disarm this beauty of her weapon and martial arts and throw her at the feet of the Seventh Elder!"

    Before his voice had faded, his Whip Lock whipped up with a whoosh, tearing towards Meng Yuexue.

    The girl''s eyes shone slightly; she had been waiting for just such an opportunity. Facing an opponent whose cultivation and experience far surpassed her own, only by catching him off guard could she have the slightest chance at life.

    Her Qinggong was the legitimate heir technique of Pharmacist Valley, quite exceptional. Like a bird skimming the water''s surface, she narrowly avoided the Whip Lock''s onslaught, and seized the chance to leap toward the side wall. But after moving just a step, another silver cord, like a venomous snake, wrapped around her, and in the span of their clash, her longsword was knocked to the ground.

    Behind her, the previously-evaded silver Whip Lock changed direction, vibrating incessantly, tearing towards her thigh. At that moment, Meng Yuexue had just barely stepped into the ranks of an Eighth Rank Martial Artist. Her previous retreat and block had pushed her to her limits; her old strength was spent, and new strength was yet to arise. sea??h thё novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The wall before her, which was usually crossed in a single step, now seemed like an unbreachable divide, instilling despair in her heart.

    Seeing their target nearly captured, the members of Immortal Pavilion all had joy in their eyes, while people like Gongsun Wu grew even more regretful.

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    Suddenly, a dull sound of breaking through the air came from the sky.

    A dark figure, like a meteor piercing the sky, descended from the Nine Heavens. In an instant, the two silver Whip Locks were struck away, and the middle-aged man''s unique weapon was cut cleanly in half, with one piece embedded firmly in the ground.

    Caught in the entangled Vigorous Qi, it twisted non-stop, like a python whose vitals were severed, displaying a pitiful and wretched state.

    The Qi Force dispersed.

    There lay a Heavy Blade, completely black except for its blade edge, which was chillingly white and still trembling, sending a coldness into everyone''s hearts.

    Meng Yuexue, her face pale, widened her eyes in shock.

    The man from Immortal Pavilion named Zhu was also startled, but remembering that the Elder was in town, he mustered more courage, stepped forward, and demanded loudly:

    "Who is it!"

    With the sound of fluttering clothes, a figure descended, lightly stepping onto the handle of the blade.

    The menacing howl ceased abruptly.

    Beneath the blade, Qi Force trembled out in a circle, slowly dispersing. A young martial artist dressed in black Vigorous Attire, carrying something on his back, stood atop the Mo Blade. His expression was cold and detached. As he raised his eyes to sweep across the crowd, his intangible presence enveloped everyone. He spoke indifferently:

    "You insignificant lot are unworthy to hear my name."

    Such an entrance combined with such domineering words shocked everyone present. The assured atmosphere of the members of Immortal Pavilion was instantly disrupted, their confidence shaken. Unsure of the newcomer''s background and out of caution, they even hesitated to make a move.

    Zhu Xiao felt anger in his heart, sneered, and said:

    "Such arrogance."

    The young man looked up at him, standing with his hands behind his back, indifferent:

    "Arrogant, so what?"

    ........................

    Within Shaolin Temple.

    Hong Luoyu was spinning in the air, extremely excited, and shouted loudly:

    "That''s right, what a show!"

    "What a show!"

    "Hahaha, my teachings haven''t been in vain..."

    ps: Here''s the second update...