Chapter 842: Chapter 82 Want to See (6004)_3
In the village, almost every household raises cats and dogs; cats catch mice, dogs guard the house. Discovering a stray cat here isn’t unusual. The two of them frowned, retracted their gaze, and continued to watch the road ahead, secretly increasing their vigilance.
In that patch of shadow, the diamond-shaped hidden weapon did not strike tal as its owner had expected. The sharp edge was caught between two fingers, still cold under the moonlight.
Another person was concealed in the shadows.
Wang Anfeng lowered his right hand, breathing a silent sigh of relief.
He was also fortunate that these people chose a village near Liangzhou City.
Having grown up in the village, he knew that most neighbors shared walls, those who valued clan ties lived together, with hidden little doors in walls for easy communication. He utilized this ‘passage’ known only to villagers to avoid their gaze and blend into the shadows.
As for the cats and dogs each household raised, sensing the faint connection between his presence and thunder, most lay limp on the ground, unable to utter a sound.
In their eyes, Wang Anfeng wasn’t a person but a human-shaped lightning bolt darting around, instinctively feared. It’s comndable that they weren’t urinating or defecating in fright.
Having arrived at the location, Wang Anfeng relaxed his mind, feeling apologetic towards the dogs that would surely be beaten by their masters the next day, but he didn’t rush in. He took so dicinal powder from his pocket and dispersed it into the air.
A mont later, taking advantage of the two martial artists’ relaxation due to the dicine, he pressed his back against the wall, his Qi chanism adhering as he moved silently along like a gecko. This unconventional Qinggong technique, the Geckos Climb Walls, often looked down upon by sect martial artists, proved incredibly effective now.
Fearing they had ans to signal warnings, Wang Anfeng resisted the urge to draw his short sword and stab the two before him, choosing instead to turn inward. Only then did he notice a man crouched atop this residence, holding a chanical crossbow, sweating in fear.
Fortunate that he climbed up from a corner, with the dicinal powder dulling their senses, he hadn’t been exposed. He beca even more cautious now, channeling Qi chanism through the divine weapon to blend himself and the environnt, employing the Divine Thieves Sect’s technique to beco one with stone and grass, without purposeful observation.
Just then, soone responded from inside. The two n outside finally entered the house. This was an ordinary dwelling that matched the style of a wealthy farr, the most refined decoration being a Taoist Sect Immortal painting and couplets on the walls.
Once inside, without daring to look up, the man with the black blood-veined mask on his face laid down Xu Sixing, then took a few steps back and knelt in salute.
A Qi chanism swept over the area.
Outside, Wang Anfeng slowed his breathing, using the montary fluctuation when the sensing retracted to quickly close the distance, hiding by the windowsill, breathing evenly, Qi chanism concealed, as still as a stone, without thought or movent.
Seemingly confirming no mishaps occurred, soone inside spoke:
“It’s just because of this piece of charcoal that we can’t leave here as planned. Xu Sixing had such a big reputation, claiming to be a half-step Grandmaster, yet ten years later, he can’t even walk out of a State City. It’s like living backward.”
Another voice, heavy, said:
“Perhaps.”
The speaker was a young man, standing out in his white attire lined with golden red patterns among the black-clad secret martial artists. Under flickering candlelight, his face was hard to discern, only appearing fair, with eyes reflecting the red glow.
He bent down, even with diocre martial arts skill, he could sense the Qi chanism. On this man appearing as charcoal, a Qi chanism still flowed. Soone inspected closely, nodded, and softly said:
“Though it looks lifeless, the Qi chanism circulates within.”
“It should be Xu Sixing.”
“That Ministry of Punishnt doctor seems quite unusual.”
The young man chuckled, saying, “So formidable? Why not invite him to my ho, where I can treat him well with good food, drink, and entertain him with gold, silver, jade, beauties, and paintings, better than braving the storm outside, nervous and scared.”
While speaking, he bent down, using his palm to probe the dark Xu Sixing, mimicking a dical Family doctor. His right hand touched Xu Sixing’s neck but couldn’t feel a pulse. However, the Qi chanism within was genuine; he couldn’t help but praise:
“To keep a lifeless form alive, neither dead nor alive, like an adept turtle holding its breath. Indeed, the Central Plains Jianghu is vast with talents erging endlessly, impressive, impressive.”
“If this way to cultivate Taoist Sect tos existed, I wonder if we could advance rapidly, step by step reach the heavens?”
He expected soone to agree but received no response. No one comnted on his marvelous idea of simulating innate operation with fake death, so he awkwardly laughed twice, withdrew his hand, and suddenly noticed sothing slimy between his fingers, instinctively raising his hand to look.
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