bookandnovel Chapter 84 The Origin of the Nine Infants
Chapter 84 The Origin of the Nine Infants
Lin Mu took out two taels of silver from his sleeve pocket and placed them on Su He's dressing table.
He opened the window, then flipped over and disappeared into the night outside.
Thick clouds hung in the sky, completely obscuring the moon.
When Lin Mu returned to the courtyard, the first drop of rain fell on the withered branch of the old pear tree.
He changed into a set of night clothes, took out a long spear from the corner of the wall, and the dark blue patterns on the spear gleamed with a cold, somber light in the pre-rain dampness.
Fine rain slanted down, weaving a hazy gray net, splashing tiny droplets on the bluestone pavement.
Lin Mu pulled his hood up tight, and his Wind Step silently rose and fell in the rain, his figure darting through the narrow alleys of the inner city like a night falcon, landing under the old locust tree behind the Drunken Spring Pavilion.
The red lanterns of Zuichunlou stood out starkly in the rainy night.
Raindrops pattered on the lantern paper, and the candlelight shone through the damp paper, creating hazy red circles.
The sounds of string and wind instruments and toasting in the lobby were muffled by the rain, while the laughter of the girls drifted out from the open windows on the second floor, broken and intermittent by the raindrops.
His gaze was fixed on the westernmost window on the third floor.
The windows were tightly closed, and the dim candlelight reflected off the window paper. In the candlelight, two figures were intertwined, like two snakes thrashing in water.
Fifteen minutes later, the woman's shadow on the window paper changed, but the man's breathing remained heavy and violent, as if it would never stop.
Another quarter of an hour.
Another quarter of an hour.
There's still a quarter of an hour left.
......
Lin Mu leaned against the locust tree trunk, and the embers in his dantian began to stir again.
As he listened to the sounds coming from upstairs, his fingers unconsciously tightened and loosened on the gun barrel, his knuckles turning white.
The rain fell harder and harder.
Lin Mu ultimately did not get the chance to ambush, and the longer he listened outside Zuichunlou, the more severe the backlash from the Candle Dragon within him became.
So he decided not to wait any longer.
He picked up a pebble the size of a pigeon egg from under the tree, weighed it in his palm, and then flung it out with the same technique as a Soul-Suppressing Nail.
The pebble pierced through the thin curtain of rain and struck the window frame precisely, scattering wood chips everywhere.
A moment later, the window was suddenly pushed open, and Yan Hua leaned out.
His bare shoulders were still wet with water droplets, his chest heaved violently, and the seven dark gold marks on the back of his neck slowly swirled in the morning light, two of which had already gone out completely.
Lin Mu took off his hood so that he could see clearly, then turned and ran.
Stepping on the wind, the wind rose and fell silently on the wet bluestone slabs, splashing water as it stepped through puddles.
I heard the sound of a window being smashed behind me.
Yan Hua leaped directly out of the third-floor window, his bare feet landing on the bluestone slabs, the puddles beneath his feet bursting into a white mist.
As he caught up, he let out a low growl, and the remaining dark gold mark on the back of his neck lit up at the same time. His white clothes, soaked by the rain, clung tightly to his body, revealing the bulging muscles beneath.
Lin Mu ran towards the North Mountain outside the town, wanting to get away from the crowds.
It wasn't just that he was afraid of harming innocent people; more importantly, he didn't want anyone to know where Yan Hua died.
The rocks at the Beishan quarry gleamed from the rain, and murky muddy water flowed from the cracks in the rocks.
Lin Mu climbed up the slope, stepping on the gravel, the tip of his spear leaving a broken white mark on the stone surface.
Yan Hua landed on the boulder ten steps away.
Barefoot on the cold rocks, a thin layer of frost covered my skin.
Those vertical pupils burned with an overwhelming excitement and frenzy, the thrill of finally being able to tear Lin Mu apart.
"Lin Mu."
Lin Mu gripped his spear in response.
Yan Hua did not give him any time to prepare.
He pushed off the boulder with his right foot and shot towards Lin Mu like a cannonball.
His right fist was covered with dark gold patterns of the Nine Infants bloodline, and its speed was more than twice as fast as on the arena. The rain curtain that the fist passed through was compressed into an arc of white mist, and the rainwater was evaporated before it could even fall.
Lin Mu dodged the punch to the side, and swept the spear shaft across Yan Hua's waist.
When the spear tip grazed Yan Hua's skin, it left only a shallow bloodstain, which was healed by the regenerative power of the Nine Infant Bloodline after only a moment.
Yan Hua's knee came up and hit Lin Mu squarely in the chest.
He was blasted away, his back slamming into a pile of rubble in the quarry, sending stone chips flying in the rain and splashing up a cloud of mud.
Before Lin Mu could stand up, Yan Hua's next punch was already upon him.
Lin Mu gripped the gun barrel with both hands to block, but the punch slammed into the gun, and the recoil caused his tiger's mouth to crack, the blood flowing down the gun barrel and being diluted into a light pink color by the rain.
Fist Stance - Chongquan (栖拳).
A faint, steady golden hue appeared on the fist's edge, colliding head-on with Yan Hua's dark gold fist.
The two fists collided in the rain.
Lin Mu's punch caused Yan Hua's right arm to retreat slightly, but Yan Hua only took half a step back before his left fist struck his face.
Lin Mu blocked again, this punch was heavier than all the previous ones, sending him flying and smashing his back through several piles of rubble.
Stone chips mixed with rainwater poured down from above, soaking his collar, while icy muddy water trickled down his back.
You can't beat them with your fists.
You can't kill Yan Hua with martial arts alone.
Do you want to go or stay?
Lin Mu paused, his eyes hardening.
He has no habit of leaving hidden dangers!
Lin Mu used his mind to guide his blood and qi, inscribing two sections of the Candle Dragon's Origin Mark, and used a powerful punch to meet Yan Hua's dark gold fist head-on.
When the two fists collided, rainwater exploded from the surfaces of their knuckles. The shockwave, a mixture of dark gold and golden yellow, cracked several boulders in the vicinity, and the rainwater on the stone surfaces was blown away by the shockwave, forming a curtain of water that spread outwards.
Yan Hua looked down at his bleeding fist, the smell of blood making him even more violent.
He licked his fist and lunged forward again.
While using the power of the Candle Dragon Mark, Lin Mu was also observing Yan Hua's Nine Infant Mark.
Sometimes he would wonder if he could perfectly replicate the original mark of the Nine-Headed Serpent, would he also have nine lives?
The two fought fiercely in the rain, from the east side of the quarry to the west side, from the stone pit to the stone pile, crushing countless pebbles and collapsing countless weathered rock walls.
Finally, all the methods of martial arts resonated with him.
The original mark of the Nine Infants can increase the thickness of the nails.
Lin Mu agreed without hesitation, and while infusing the Origin Mark into the Martial Arts Myriad Methods, he directly activated his Qi and Blood to add a small section of the Origin Mark on his back.
[Nine Infants Origin Mark: 7/10000]
Yan Hua also sensed the surge in Lin Mu's aura, with the Nine Infant Bloodline surging wildly within his body.
Taking advantage of Yan Hua's momentary lapse in attention, Lin Mu used three quick steps in quick succession to circle around to Yan Hua's side. He then combined the power of his fist, the power of the Candle Dragon Mark, and the power of the Nine Infants' origin to deliver a precise Mountain-Crushing Fist to the back of Yan Hua's neck.
Yan Hua was blasted away, his back slamming into a boulder. The nine dark gold marks on the back of his neck flickered violently. Three went out, five were still lit, and one struggled to reignite.
Lin Mu pressed his advantage relentlessly, mounting the target and unleashing a barrage of dazzling dark gold punches.
Rainwater streamed down his raised arm, and the dark red blood stained the edges of the gravel was gradually diluted by the rain.
He lost count of how many times he smashed the object, and how many times the dark gold markings lit up and went out, until all the dark gold markings were extinguished before he stood up.