Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 27 Fearlessness is fearlessness! Poison! Poison! Poison!

Wei Wu just nodded.

Everyone felt a cool breeze sweep through the courtyard, but the snowflakes falling from the eaves showed no sign of swirling around.

Is it the wind?

No!

It was a chilling glint of blades, like the eerie winds of a ghostly realm!

Jade Flute Daoist's eyes widened, and his intact hand covered his throat again. His face turned ashen, yet an unusual flush surged within it. He retreated uncontrollably, and a "hoarse" sound rang out as scalding blood seeped from between his fingers. Everyone could clearly see the throwing knife stuck in his throat.

It was none other than the throwing knife in Wei Wu's hand!

At this moment, Wei Wu's voice finally rang out:

"Slaughtering chickens and dogs, killing some animals, how can it be called 'slaying immortals'?"

So you meant the name when you said "it"!

At this moment, the many masters who had joined forces to eliminate the "Plum Blossom Thief," a scourge of the martial arts world, felt a sense of panic. They also felt sorry for the Jade Flute Taoist, who had come down in high spirits after not asking a clear question, only to be killed instantly with a single strike.

Tsk! That's terrible!

Wei Wu's gaze swept across the crowd, and all the experts took a step back in unison. On the contrary, You Longsheng remained standing in place, appearing even more daring.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Wei Wu had no throwing knives in his hand, and only a light smile on his face, but he still made those experts nervous and apprehensive. However, they still kept glancing at You Longsheng out of the corner of their eyes.

You Longsheng's back was already soaked with sweat. Only after witnessing the death of Yu Xiao Daoren did he believe that the rumors in the martial arts world were true. A junior who was younger than him and whose origins were shrouded in mystery had already gained the strength to rival the top masters in the martial arts world.

He gripped the sword tightly, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing, his knuckles white from the clench. His emotions were a mix of fear and jealousy; he stood there, his legs feeling weak, but determined not to lose face. He took a deep breath and said:

"Don't be afraid!"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"If you're not afraid, you're not afraid!"

You Longsheng's voice grew louder and louder, sweat rolling down his cheeks, which also dispelled some of his fear. His cold feet finally regained feeling, but he still did not retreat—

The moment he finished speaking, his master Xue Yingzi, who was standing guard for him among the many experts, shouted loudly, "Well done! Sheng'er, we martial artists risk our lives, life and death are just a matter of a moment. Eighteen years later, we'll be heroes again. Don't disgrace yourselves!"

Those nearby chimed in, "Yes! Cheer up!"

Tian Qi had somehow picked up a rattan stick, as if it gave him a sense of security. He shouted, "As expected of the young master of Youlong Manor, you still dare to confront the Plum Blossom Bandits!"

We, the senior figures in the martial arts world, cannot outshine the younger generation, can we?

This person truly possesses a silver tongue; with just a few words, he transformed their initial intimidation at Wei Wu into an attempt to give the young man a chance.

You Longsheng managed a forced smile, feeling as if he were on a hot plate, with scalding sweat pouring down his face and his palms slippery, making it hard for him to hold the sword.

He mustered his courage and said, "I know I'm no match for you now, and I may never be your match in my lifetime, but I still want to give it a try."

"Try it and you'll die. If you dare to make a move, so be it."

Wei Wu reached out and gripped You Longsheng's sword blade. With a slight pull of his index and middle fingers, he yanked the fittings out of his hand. With a flick of his wrist, half of the blade was embedded in the snow in front of You Longsheng. The blade trembled softly, and the snow-white tassel swayed back and forth, changing like You Longsheng's ever-changing expression.

Wei Wu thus passed away during You Longsheng.

He took a step forward.

Those martial arts masters then took a step back.

He went a step further.

The martial arts masters were then cornered against the wall.

At the very front were two eminent Shaolin monks, Xinmei and Xinjian, with eight brown-robed martial monks lined up behind them, and Qin Zhong, dressed in mourning clothes, on the outer perimeter.

Standing slightly ahead was Xue Yingzi, known as the "Number One Swordsman Under Heaven," who rose to fame on Mount Tian. Although he wasn't on the weapon ranking list, his reputation was universally acknowledged in the martial arts world. Even Guo Songyang, known as the "Iron Sword," never considered challenging him.

The three who came out first ended up at the very end.

Zhao Zhengyi was filled with an overwhelming sense of regret, like a dark cloud hanging over his face. He quietly took a step back.

He originally thought that with the two eminent monks Xinmei and Xinjian of Shaolin Temple in charge, and Xue Yingzi, the "Number One Sword Under Heaven," as well as rising stars like Qin Zhong, the "Jade-Faced Divine Fist," and You Longsheng, he could step forward first and, even if he was defeated, earn a good reputation for "putting righteousness first."

He had one foot in the room when he suddenly heard a breath that sent chills down his spine, and his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

Zhao Zhengyi instinctively looked back.

Before he could even turn his head, he caught a faint fragrance, felt a cool sensation on his neck, and his face froze instantly, turning as if frozen solid. Bluish-purple blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he was dragged into the room.

However, everyone was on high alert and wary of Wei Wu, and no one noticed Zhao Zhengyi's disappearance.

Gongsun Moyun, who was renowned for his mastery of the Fourteen Forms of Moyun, felt his palms were sweating profusely. He instinctively wiped them on the corner of his clothes. Seeing that You Longsheng remained standing there without making a move, he couldn't help but provoke him, "You Longsheng! Do you want to ruin the reputation of your Youlong Manor and your father, the Hidden Dragon Elder?!"

You Longsheng's body trembled, and his straight back suddenly became less straight.

Tian Qi also roared, "The 'Plum Blossom Bandits' are treacherous and ruthless. We don't need to follow any rules of the martial world when dealing with these scoundrels. Let's all charge together!"

Master Xinjian flicked his grey monk's robe, kicked his straw sandals against his staff, and with a sickly, ashen face, easily kicked up the thirty-three-pound staff, his voice booming like thunder, saying, "You are all among the best in the martial world. Even if he exhausts his inner strength, he may not be able to kill us all!"

The crowd was emboldened.

But despite their eagerness, no one made the first move.

Wei Wu was growing impatient. His smile grew even brighter, but the meaning in his eyes was no less icy. "All that blabbering and babbling, and not a single one of you has the guts to make a move?"

These people were all renowned experts in the martial arts world, but even after Wei Wu pointed his finger at them and berated them until their faces turned red, no one dared to make the first move.

Master Xinhu finally realized that his side was a mob. No matter how loudly they spoke, if it came to a real fight, they would probably all run away as fast as they could.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Wei Wu, said "Amitabha," and then slowly began to speak:

"Forgive my poor eyesight, but I cannot see the flaw in Benefactor Wei's unerring throwing knife technique. I'm afraid none of us here can see the flaw either."

"Although we are numerous, we dare not gamble on how many throwing knives you may have hidden in your sleeve. But if we leave now, it would be against the code of chivalry."

"Oh, what do you intend to do?"

"To be honest, I received a note that said you need to go to Xingyun Manor, so I waited here specifically."

Now that we've reached this stalemate, we have no choice but to shamelessly ask you to temporarily cease your actions. We are willing to accompany you to Xingyun Manor, and if we encounter any fellow martial artists along the way, we will be happy to intercept them for you.

Upon hearing this, Wei Wu burst into laughter, tears welling in his eyes. "Didn't you just call me the Plum Blossom Thief? What, now that I can kill you all, you're not going to uphold justice?"

Xinmei chanted a Buddhist prayer again and said, "With your abilities, benefactor, you can easily obtain even the most precious things in the world. Why bother becoming a plum blossom thief?"

"The old monk has some brains, but not many. Although killing you is useless, keeping you alive doesn't seem to be of much use either..."

Wei Wu's killing intent remained undiminished, but his words subtly implied a willingness to stop there.

Suddenly, Lin Xian'er said, "Master, these people are cowardly and killing them is useless, but they have considerable influence in the martial arts world. If they are willing to spread your fame, it will definitely be twice as effective."

Wei Wu turned his head and gave Lin Xian'er a "sensible" look. If she still didn't step forward, he was afraid he would really kill all these people. Wouldn't that be a pity?

Fortunately, Lin Xian'er finally understood what he meant.

When death is imminent, the path suddenly turns unexpectedly!

Among the many experts, a distinctly relieved sigh could be heard.

But now no one laughed, and no one looked for the source of the sound. Everyone's expressions relaxed, and Tian Qi and Gongsun Moyun even squeezed to the front, bowed, and apologized:

"Tian Qi, do not believe the slanderous words of petty people. You mistook me for the Plum Blossom Thief and almost caused a terrible mistake. From now on, if you need anything, just look for me, Tian Qi. If you utter a single word of dissent, I, Tian Qi, will be tortured to death!"

"I mistakenly trusted a villain and wronged you. Fortunately, you are magnanimous and willing to spare my life. Such a broad mind makes me ashamed."

Although the two apologized, one lacked backbone while the other still maintained a certain air of superiority, creating a stark contrast.

But as soon as the two finished speaking, everyone looked around in confusion and found that Zhao Zhengyi had disappeared.

The amiable and obsequious expression on Tian Qi's face vanished instantly, replaced by a furious snarl that clenched between his teeth: "Zhao Zhengyi! You bastard Zhao Zhengyi!"

He subconsciously assumed that Zhao Zhengyi had fled when he sensed something was wrong.

Gongsun Moyun, however, sensed something was wrong. Given the strength Wei Wu had just displayed, how could Zhao Zhengyi have escaped right under his nose?

His gaze swept across the crowd and, sure enough, spotted the footprints at the very back of the group, back to the threshold. He shouted, "Brother Zhao, in the martial world, if you make a mistake, you must admit it; if you're going to be beaten, you must stand up straight! Why are you hiding like this, making us lose face for no reason!"

A loud shout reminded Wei Wu, and Gongsun Moyun used his lightness skill to quickly bypass the crowd and enter the house first.

"ah!!!"

A scream rang out, and his figure retreated at an even faster speed than when he went in, startling the many martial artists who quickly scattered.

Gongsun Moyun stumbled backward, then turned around. Everyone who saw him gasped in shock.

His sallow face was covered with small insects of varying lengths, which were gnawing at his facial flesh at an extremely fast speed. In just a few steps back, several patches of white bone were already visible.

What shocked everyone even more was that Gongsun Moyun seemed to have completely forgotten about his superb internal energy, and he did not use it to drive away the insects until his death.

Wei Wu narrowed his eyes, then smiled and looked at Tian Qi, saying, "You just said that if I need anything, I can just ask you? Then go in and take a look, and tell me what's going on inside."

Tian Qi's face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his face. He looked around with pleading and fawning eyes, but everyone just turned their heads away.

Seeing that no one was willing to plead for him, Tian Qi swayed, his somewhat obese body leaning against the rattan cane, muttering, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

His eyes seemed to spit fire, and his voice rose as he shouted, "I don't want to die!"

He suddenly swung his hands in a wide arc, the candy sticks in his hands creating a whooshing sound as he flung them at Wei Wu, and his plump figure leaped onto the tiled roof.

"Why bother?"

Wei Wu shook his head, and another throwing knife appeared in his hand.

Before he could even throw the throwing knife, Tian Qi let out a miserable cry as his plump body tumbled off the roof and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Lying face up, his face, which was usually all smiles, was now hideous and terrifying. His features were distorted, his skin had turned a dark purple like clay, and abnormal bluish-purple blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

They were clearly poisoned!

Xinmei's closed eyes suddenly opened: "Lord of the Southwest Paradise Cave!"

Xue Yingzi also shouted, "Five Poison Child!"