Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 672: 291: Memorial_3
Chapter 672: Chapter 291: Memorial_3
This person’s finger strength is indeed extraordinary, and as he pinched with his two fingers, a faint sound suddenly came from within the shaft of the arrow.
The red-robed middle-aged man seized the moment when the sound began, swiftly pulling out the arrow.
The Inquisitive Scholar let out a muffled groan, the cold arrow already freed from his body.
The red-robed middle-aged man was only focused on the cold arrow in his hand, while the woman quickly pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding.
The old man took a look at the Inquisitive Scholar and, knowing that the arrow was not poisoned, couldn’t help but ask:
“Master, is there something to be said about this Cu Xin arrow?”
“Something to be said?”
The master thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: “There is nothing much to be said, it just has some mechanisms. The shaft of the arrow is hollow, and inside, there are three needles as fine as cow hair hidden. If the person struck by the arrow does not die and rashly pulls out the arrow, those fine cow hair needles will shoot out.
“Those needles are both fine and soft, naturally, they cannot inflict damage themselves.
“However, they can travel along the meridians and gradually make their way towards your heart meridian.
“What happens when they reach your heart meridian, I suppose, needs no explanation from me?”
These words were not just directed at the old man, the woman accompanying the Inquisitive Scholar heard them too, and both their faces changed color momentarily.
“How could it be… so insidiously poisonous?”
The Inquisitive Scholar was shocked.
“Poisonous?”
The master shook his head: “It’s just using a bit of skill to show off in front of others. The making of the Cu Xin arrow is extremely difficult, but knowing its secret, breaking its mechanism is not hard at all. If one wishes to kill, coating the arrow tip with poison would be much faster.
“To go through such trouble is simply taking a roundabout way to fart without trousers.”
With that said, he turned to gaze at the stretch of Qingmu Forest, his eyes gleaming:
“However, if it were him, then this array would not be so simple… In my opinion, it’s best if you all don’t try to break the formation in the usual manner.
“Chopping down trees as you come across them is the right approach, otherwise, this Chaotic Eight Gates Mysterious Formation may little by little trap all of us here.”
Hearing him say this, the group hesitated briefly, then nodded in agreement.
“If so, then, Master, you follow behind us.”
“Mhm.”
Once the group’s plan was set, there was naturally no need for further discussion, and they moved forward, leaving the work of cutting and pushing trees to those who followed.
In the process, casualties were inevitable.
But their numbers were numerous, and such losses were not a concern to them.
After about two or three hours of bulldozing their way through, they finally managed to make it out of Qingmu Forest.
But not having taken the usual path, they faced a mountain wall instead of the peak.
Following the wall for a while, they eventually reached the crevice in the mountain.
By then, the sky had already dimmed, but despite their eagerness, they dared not rush recklessly at this moment.
They first had the black-clothed men scout ahead, with the White Robed Swordsman guarding the surroundings.
The three people then placed the master in the most protected position in the center.
This route forward turned out to be relatively smooth.
But as they reached the middle of the crevice, a black-clothed man suddenly stretched out a hand, signaling for everyone behind to halt.
He squatted down, gently parting the weeds in front, revealing a thin wire lying across the ground.
Shaking their heads with a smile after glancing at each other, they all found it somewhat amusing.
The weeds, thought to be well-concealed, actually drew more attention instead.
He stepped over, crossing above the thin wire, and proceeded without harm.
The people behind him immediately followed suit, stepping over the fine line one by one and continuing to move forward.
However, what they did not notice was that, after more than half of them had crossed the line, something suddenly dropped from above their heads.
By the time they heard the whistling of the air and looked up, it was already too late.
What fell were black wine jars.
One Black Clothed Man saw this and leapt up violently, reaching out to strike.
He wanted to knock the wine jar away using skillful force, but unexpectedly, the moment his palm touched the jar, fierce flames burst forth. In an instant, the Black Clothed Man let out a horrible scream and fell from mid-air as a fireball.
The flames descending from the sky instantly set several Black Clothed Men ablaze.
The sound of their wailing filled the entire mountain crevice in an instant.
Those ignited by the flames screamed briefly before they were completely turned to ash.
The ferocity of these flames was evident.
This time, without waiting for the master to speak, the old man’s face sank:
“This is Xizhou Fire God Oil, a precious commodity, surely in limited supply. Keep your distance from those on fire, so as not to implicate yourself.”
How formidable the Xizhou Fire God Oil is can be discussed later, but for now, the focus must be on finding a solution.
The remaining Black Clothed Men immediately nodded in agreement, and by this point, indeed no more wine jars were falling from above.
But the path ahead had already turned into a sea of fire.
Those aflame screamed unceasingly, and amidst their flailing, someone suddenly broke the fine line on the ground.
The next moment, a clicking sound erupted from both sides of the mountain wall.
Had someone hollowed out a section of this mountain wall, hiding another secret within!?
Several people’s faces changed color simultaneously, and without a moment to think or even to cry out, they immediately flew upwards, scrambling along the crevices in the mountain wall.
Looking down at this point, this short few hundred meters of the mountain crevice seemed like an earthly purgatory.
The Xizhou Fire God Oil burned furiously while countless thin needles burst out from the mountain walls on both sides.
Those who couldn’t dodge in time wailed continuously.
“Impermanence Rain Needles!?
“How could there be so many?”
The old man’s face drastically changed, but at this very moment, besides his facial expression changing, there was nothing he could do.
With Impermanence Rain Needles below not ceasing and Xizhou Fire God Oil not extinguished, even if he possessed great abilities, he could only wait here.
It took the duration of one pot of tea until all the Black Clothed Men below were reduced to ashes before a few individuals finally jumped down from above.
For a moment, they looked at each other speechlessly.
When they came, they had been powerful in numbers, but now, only the leading three and the Red Robed Master remained.
Even the White Robed Swordsmen summoned from the Hidden Killing Building had perished, with seven dead and only three trailing behind them.
For a moment, everyone’s anger surged wildly, and without further word, the Inquisitive Scholar’s figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the remaining hundred or so meters and entered the mountain wall.
The others hurriedly followed, encountering no further mechanisms.
On the path down, it took only a brief moment to enter the Hidden Sword Hut.
They saw a man built like an iron tower sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying.
In his hand, he held a jar of fine wine, the same kind that he had offered Su Mo and his companions a few nights earlier.
Seeing someone arrive, the man didn’t even glance at them but raised his wine jar, laughing heartily:
“Old Ji, you’ve been waiting for a long time, haven’t you?
“Today, let us offer this wine and their lives to commemorate you. What do you think?”
