Chapter 103: Hong Qigong Reappears

After the three of them swallowed one stick of incense each, in about a dozen breaths' time, their faces were flushed, eyes bloodshot, the clarity in their gazes gradually blurring; the way they looked at each other and at Wu Chengyu was filled with bestial lust, and even with their acupoints sealed, they could gradually no longer suppress their bodies' violent craving.

Under the drug's effect, the tendons on the three men's bodies made cracking sounds; if this continued, their tendons would likely snap outright.

Wu Chengyu sent dark energy into the numb tendons of their limbs, giving them the ability to move, but their limbs had little strength, not enough to make overly violent movements that would alert the people outside.

Then Wu Chengyu unsealed the acupoints on their bodies, but their mute points remained sealed.

The moment the acupoints were unsealed, the three men pounced on Wu Chengyu like wild beasts, actually enduring the pain — or rather, they no longer knew pain — and Wu Chengyu felt his hair stand on end; it was truly disgusting.

He decided instantly, and before their hands could touch him, he kicked each of them back onto the bed with one foot.

After all this setup, if he suffered a loss himself, Wu Chengyu would really lose face for transmigrators.

Fortunately, the three kicked back onto the bed immediately treated each other as their lifelong beloveds, or rather as hunting targets, and no longer paid any attention to Wu Chengyu.

Seeing the state of the three at this moment, Wu Chengyu also found it unbearable to watch; he bolted the room door and left through the window, returning to his own private room in a few leaps.

By now the dishes had long gone cold; he casually picked up a few dried fruits and stuffed them into his mouth, occasionally eavesdropping on the movements in Shi Tong's room.

The three inside could not speak, but the muffled roars from their throats and their increasingly heavy breathing indicated fierce combat, yet it could not alert the people in Hongxiu Zhao.

After about three incense sticks' time, the sounds inside gradually became faint and intermittent, occasionally emitting meaningless wails; even beasts know their life force is continuously fading, and after a while more, three muffled groans and the final death rattles were heard.

The time was shorter than imagined; it seems three pills at once, the drug effect is truly too strong — as their blood vessels engorged beyond control, the hidden power lurking in their concealed meridians erupted, and the hearts of these three stopped completely.

Wu Chengyu shook his head; tonight's tasks had finally met expectations; the methods were indeed ruthless, but his heart was like still water without a ripple; truly a martial world — staying here long, killing seems to have gradually become ordinary.

He no longer paid attention to the dead, turning his gaze to the dishes before him; wasting fine food is shameful, especially since these several hard dishes had not been touched at all tonight.

Eyeing these dishes, he was just thinking whether to pack them for A Ku to take back, but the next moment, sweat broke out on Wu Chengyu's forehead.

Earlier, upon returning to the room, he had paid no attention to the food on the table, and actually did not realize that one chicken leg was conspicuously missing from the roast chicken among the four hard dishes.

Wu Chengyu had certainly not touched that roast chicken; Cui Nong had not stayed here long, and besides playing the pipa, she had not even approached these dishes.

Because there was aphrodisiac sandalwood incense in the room, Wu Chengyu deliberately used the Turtle Grandson Technique to control his breathing, keeping the impurities in the air out, and with all his attention on the next room, he had no spare focus.

Now, temporarily stopping the Turtle Grandson Technique, he immediately discovered that besides the sandalwood, himself, and Cui Nong's body scents, there was an extra person's scent in the room at some unknown time.

Wu Chengyu repeatedly scanned the room, saw no trace of spider silk or horse tracks, but someone definitely entered while he had just left the room to deal with Shi Tong.

That is to say, everything he did just now was exposed without his awareness; although his attention was overly concentrated, anyone who can hide from him now is no ordinary person.

This place is not suitable to stay long; he went to such lengths to kill Shi Tong precisely to avoid exposing his identity; fortunately he has been disguised all along; the most urgent task is to leave immediately.

Wu Chengyu decided instantly, pushed open the window and leapt out.

Wu Family Slope is on the east side of Gusu City; Wu Chengyu did the opposite, heading west the moment he went out; at first he did not use his lightness skill at full power, maintaining a slower speed while expanding his five senses to observe movements within one hundred meters.

Unfortunately, aside from discovering a few wild cats fighting, he detected no abnormalities.

These years he has not forgotten developing his five senses, but with little effect; the Quanquan sensory cultivation method also requires the self-cultivation method to be perfected first, so his perception range has always stayed within a hundred meters.

At the same time, as his own martial arts continuously improve, his horizons widen; he discovers that if it is a top-tier master, they should be able to deliberately hide from his perception.

Wu Chengyu has never been able to figure out why, just like when he first encountered Bai Yu Chan — the man was clearly sitting right before him, yet his perception could not grasp the other's position at all; it seemed that once he struck at Bai Yu Chan, he would inevitably hit empty air.

By this reasoning, if someone really is observing him, they are at least at Bai Yu Chan's level or the Five Absolutes level.

Coupled with the missing chicken leg just now, he faintly had a feeling he was about to run into an old acquaintance.

With his thoughts turning, Wu Chengyu decided to stop probing and prepare to leave immediately; he had great confidence in his lightness skill — at full exertion, extremely few people in the world could tail him.

He had just executed the Crane Shadow Flowing Light and run less than three zhang when he heard the sound of something tearing through the air flying rapidly toward him; Wu Chengyu waved his right hand, using the Great Shift of the Universe to form a force field, neutralizing the incoming object's force while simultaneously returning it to sender.

However fast it came, that fast it went back.

Only a "Yi?" was heard; the object he had diverted back was immediately caught by the other party, who then casually brought it to his mouth and took another bite.

"You brat have some skill; didn't expect your lightness skill to be this good. Just now, if I'd given you time to go all out, you might really have escaped. This old beggar's lightness skill is only average; I couldn't catch you."

The words barely fell when the very person Wu Chengyu had guessed appeared right before him for no reason; though five years had passed, the old beggar's bearing remained the same.

But why would Hong Qigong appear? It couldn't be that he suddenly got a craving and ran to Hongxiu Zhao to steal a chicken leg, right? Wu Chengyu didn't believe this was a coincidence.

Hong Qigong just now must have been following from the roof of one of the houses on either side of the road, not too far, not too close, yet Wu Chengyu simply did not detect him; perhaps he would only understand the reason once he reaches the Five Absolutes level.

What Hong Qigong threw just now was precisely the stolen chicken leg; gnawing on it, he said, "Just now I had nothing else in hand, so I had to throw the chicken leg. I regretted it the moment I threw it — hadn't finished gnawing. Good thing, you brat are quite understanding, and sent it back to me."

"But the technique you used to send my chicken leg back just now was very marvelous; this old beggar keeps having a sense of deja vu. How about you demonstrate it again for me?"

The chicken leg was finally gnawed clean; Hong Qigong threw out the chicken leg again, seven parts faster than before, adding a fierce momentum.

In the blink of an eye the chicken leg was before him; Wu Chengyu was not to be outdone, still using the Great Shift of the Universe, an invisible force field enveloping the chicken leg — unfortunately this time he could not send it back.

As the two forces clashed, this poor chicken leg was blown to smithereens.

(Chapter End)