Qian Ji Zhi Meng?
What on earth is that?
Lin Xue, filled with curiosity, sent her Demon Power into the Jade Slip.
A large block of text appeared before her eyes.
Lin Xue glanced at it casually and was instantly overjoyed.
It turned out that this technique was none other than Yang Yuting’s method for using those Flying Needles.
A moment ago, Lin Xue had been distressed about wasting a Break Talisman, but now her worries turned into delight.
She immediately recorded the technique and allocated points.
After pouring in a full hundred points of Experience, 《Qian Ji Zhi Meng》 was perfected.
But after mastering this Needle Technique, Lin Xue found herself unable to smile.
The technique was ethereal and subtle, and its power was truly immense.
However, it could only be powered by Spiritual Power.
In other words, only human cultivators could use this Needle Technique.
Demon Power was too heavy and chaotic to command such light and agile Flying Needles.
Lin Xue tried it out—her Demon Power simply couldn’t precisely control these Flying Needles at the same time.
Even if she forced it, they would scatter like loose sand, utterly powerless.
She couldn’t help feeling both regretful and distressed.
She regretted not reading more carefully at the start, and felt pain at having wasted a hundred points of Experience for nothing.
Forget it, what’s learned is learned; it’s not as if she could demand the System take back the skill and return the Experience.
She’d just have to kill a few more enemies in the future and earn the Experience back.
Having put away the Flying Needles and the Jade Slip, she turned her gaze to Yang Yuting’s corpse.
That fellow’s protective treasure was quite impressive, but she had no idea what kind of artifact it was.
She tugged at Yang Yuting’s clothes, yanked at his hair crown, and even went over to kick the shoe on the ruined leg that had been sent flying, finally confirming that Yang Yuting’s protective treasure was likely the Jade Pendant carved with the character “Yang” hanging at his waist.
That Jade Pendant was wreathed in Spiritual Power—obviously not an ordinary item at a glance.
Lin Xue tore it down and stuffed it into her own belt.
Seeing that she’d gathered just about everything, Lin Xue drew Xuesha and stabbed it into Yang Yuting’s corpse.
This demonic blade, Xuesha, had already used up the flesh and blood it had absorbed before and needed to be replenished.
Now that the protective Jade Pendant was gone, Xuesha met no resistance and plunged straight into Yang Yuting’s back.
His corpse shriveled up rapidly, turning into a mummified husk.
Lin Xue couldn’t help muttering to herself: This scene feels a little off—why do I seem like an evil cultivator now?
If a passing cultivator saw this, they’d probably jump out to slay her on the spot for the good of the people.
This blade, Xuesha, was simply too evil. She’d best replace it with a more normal weapon in the future.
She returned Xuesha to the Teleportation Ring.
Looking around, Lin Xue pondered where she ought to head next.
Logically, she ought to leave Xichuan as soon as possible.
But she didn’t know which direction to go.
If only she’d asked Zhang Zongnian beforehand which way would get her out of Yang Family territory fastest.
Speaking of Zhang Zongnian, Lin Xue wondered how that unlucky guy was faring now.
Had Elder Senior Brother managed to transfer him to a safe place?
Was she just going to leave like this?
She still felt somewhat uneasy inside.
Zhang Zongnian’s mother was currently being held by the Demon-Slaying Bureau.
If the Yang Family couldn’t find Zhang Zongnian, who knew if they’d take it out on his mother.
Everything Zhang Zongnian had suffered was all because he tried to save her from Yang Yuhai last night.
He could have just ignored her situation altogether.
If he hadn’t meddled, he might have been home already last night, reunited with his mother.
Lin Xue felt a little guilty.
All of this was because of her.
Suddenly, she remembered her own Grandmother from her previous world.
Her only relative.
If she were in Zhang Zongnian’s position, with her Grandmother held by the Yang Family, what would she do?
Perhaps she’d be just like Zhang Zongnian, doing everything she could to save her Grandmother.
Grandmother’s kindly smiling face surfaced in her mind.
Lin Xue wiped her eyes.
She took out the Flying Boat, deciding to return to Bai Cao Tang for one last look.
The Flying Boat was extremely fast.
If Zhang Zongnian was still there, she’d take him with her to Hengqiao Town and give it her all to try to save his mother.
If she could save her, she’d use the Flying Boat to help them both escape from Xichuan, which would ease the guilt in her heart.
If it was truly impossible, she’d teleport away immediately.
After all, she still had the Teleportation Ring—one chance to make a getaway.
Lin Xue boarded the Flying Boat, passed through the forest, and flew toward Stone Plate Town.
The Flying Boat was very fast, and before long, she had returned to Bai Cao Tang.
Landing the Flying Boat at the entrance, she gripped Xuesha, pushed open the door to the shop, and saw a Fatty sprawled on the floor, a Skinny slumped over the table—both dressed in Demon Slaying Division Officer uniforms, snoring loudly, sound asleep.
Lin Xue was startled.
Had the Demon-Slaying Bureau arrived?
Had they already captured Zhang Zongnian?
She glanced at the two sleeping officers, considering taking action.
But she raised her blade and set it down again.
They were just like Zhang Zongnian—ordinary officers, pitiable people at the bottom rung. She couldn’t bring herself to harm them.
She walked to the back door, crossed the courtyard, and entered the bathing room, where she found the secret door wide open, a faint light flickering from below.
Lin Xue pricked up her ears and listened carefully.
She could hear a very faint breathing from the underground room below.
Staying on guard, she quietly climbed down the ladder and entered the basement.
Inside was only Sun Daoyuan, kneeling on the floor, eyes fixed on the female corpse lying there.
The woman’s neck had already been sewn back onto her body by him.
Lin Xue let out a sigh.
This Elder Senior Brother was truly obsessed.
Though he’d tried to poison her before and turn her in for the reward, seeing him like this, she couldn’t quite bring herself to hate him.
She asked, “Where’s Zhang Zongnian?”
Sun Daoyuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, his voice dry and hoarse: “Gone.”
Lin Xue froze. “Where did he go?”
Sun Daoyuan shook his head. “I don’t know. I neutralized his drug, and he left.”
Lin Xue stomped her foot. That foolish boy—before he was drugged, he’d been wailing about risking his life to save his mother. He’d surely gone off on his own to save her now.
Could she still catch up if she chased after him?
She asked, “He definitely went to save his mother. Why didn’t you stop him?”
Sun Daoyuan gave a bitter, desolate laugh. “Anything I do is pointless—a joke. I’m already a dying man, there’s nothing more I can do.”
Lin Xue said, “Yang Yuting is already dead. Take me to his house now, and I’ll help save his mother.”
Sun Daoyuan shook his head. “Now I only wish to stay with my beloved wife. I want nothing else.”
He gazed down at his wife’s corpse and said, “Qiu Tong, I won’t take a single step away from you ever again.”
Lin Xue was helpless. She sighed and said, “Fine, then just tell me how to get to Hengqiao Town and where his house is. I’ll find it myself.”
A short while later, she returned to the courtyard and summoned the Flying Boat with a wave.
The Flying Boat soared into the air, speeding her away toward Hengqiao Town.