Chapter 1193: Embroidery Needle

Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s protective qi was instantly penetrated by the attack. His heart actually stopped beating for an instant as cold, anomalous force poured into his body.

The pain wasn’t just physical either. Old Man of Snowy Mountain felt as if a hole had appeared in his mind. It was quite painful to say the least.

Still, Old Man of Snowy Mountain was no weakling. The moment his protective qi was penetrated, ice and snow immediately exploded and engulfed them both.

When the snow clouds faded, Old Man of Snowy Mountain was almost a hundred meters away from the spot where they clashed. The surrounding wind and snow had condensed into blades ready to swing at his enemy at a moment’s notice.

He wasn’t looking too good though. Black blood was bleeding out of the five finger holes on his back.

“Spiraling Nine Shadows, Heart Crushing Claw…”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain wore a dark expression. Try as he might, he was unable to expel the anomalous, cold energy inside his body immediately.

“I did not think you would still remember these two techniques, Xuesong.”

Liang Huanxin slowly walked through the wind and snow. He looked far more composed compared to Old Man of Snowy Mountain right now, “You are no match for me, Xuesong. Surrender. I do not wish to hurt you!”

“It’s not over until it’s over!”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain narrowed his eyes slightly and exhaled, eyes glittering with a cold light.

The next moment, the wind howled, and thousands and thousands of piles of snow soared into the air.

The snowstorm only grew stronger with each passing second. Soon, multiple snow mountains had taken form in front of him. It was as if the invisible hand of god had built them.

With that done, Old Man of Snowy Mountain turned around and left immediately.

The technique was called “Wind and Snow Embraces a Thousand Mountains”. As impressive as it looked, it was mostly a defensive move. More than injuring, it was mainly used to trap one or an entire group of enemies within a cage of snowy mountains.

His main objective was to protect Yi Pin, not fight Liang Huanxin to the death. Ideally, he wanted to defeat Liang Huanxin, though the feminine-looking man had just proven to him that that wasn’t possible. In that case, he would try to delay him instead.

Unfortunately, Old Man of Snowy Mountain had just crossed ten meters when suddenly, pain blossomed from every part of his body, and his energy circulation felt bumpy and irregular.

He quickly discovered in astonishment that embroidery needles were sticking out of his limbs, his flesh, his bodily points, his meridians, his joints and more.

Not only that, there were thin strings passing through the eye of the needles. They passed through his body and formed what looked like a massive, endless net in the sky.

And he, Old Man of Snowy Mountain, was the fish caught in the net.

“When did this happen?”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s pupils contracted into pins. Both the embroidery needles and the thin strings were manifestations of Liang Huanxin’s true qi and spirit, and yet he never detected it until it was too late.

He knew immediately that he could not break free from this net, much less escape.

“Stop wasting your energy, Xuesong. Just come back with me.”

It was at this moment Liang Huanxin walked out of the snowstorm. He was toying with an embroidery needle with one hand, and countless strings were spreading out from his fingertip and into deep space.

Behind him, the snowstorm suddenly froze as if time had stopped. Then, it was ripped into pieces like paper.

“Fine. I’ll go back with you.”

A moment of silence later, Old Man of Snowy Mountain nodded. He looked dejected as if he had submitted to his fate.

A look of joy bloomed on Liang Huanxin’s face as he began walking toward Old Man of Snowy Mountain.

However, just as he was a few steps away from his old friend, anxiety suddenly bloomed in Liang Huanxin’s heart. The next moment, a terrifying, deadly aura washed out of Old Man of Snowy Mountain.

“Have you gone mad, Xuesong?! Stop!”

Liang Huanxin was shocked. Old Man of Snowy Mountain was trying to detonate his own mind!

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you take the Reverend.”

A hint of fatalistic determination flashed across Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s face. The task he was given was protecting Yi Pin, no matter the cost.

Liang Huanxin wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. He could only dash away from him.

Old Man of Snowy Mountain was a Great Trueman. Naturally, the detonation of his mind was no joke. Even a Half Sage would have had to take the detonation seriously, much less him.

Although he held a sliver of affection for Old Man of Snowy Mountain, he didn’t like him that much that he would go to the afterlife with him.

Old Man of Snowy Mountain wasn’t going to let Liang Huanxin, so he chased after her. That said, he never got too close to Liang Huanxin. It was just enough distance to deal Liang Huanxin a severe blow, but not enough to kill him.

He only wanted to injure Liang Huanxin bad enough that he could no longer pursue the Reverend, not kill him.

Back in the Brocade Shirt Marquis Office, when Ink Flute and the others were scheming to supplant him, Liang Huanxin was the one and only person who helped him.

That was why they shared a good relationship with each other—not that kind of relationship though. He was a normal person after all.

In any case, he owed Liang Huanxin one. That was why he was holding back.

He might be a villain, but even he had his own principles and bottom line.

“See you in the next life, Huanxin…” Complex emotions flashed in Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s eyes as he sighed deeply.

It was at this moment a silhouette suddenly descended from the sky. They reached out and grabbed Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s skull with one hand.

Incredibly, the destructive, deadly aura Old Man of Snowy Mountain was emanating was suppressed just like that.

“Young master!”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain was surprised at first, but when he sensed the newcomer’s familiar presence, he exclaimed in delight, “Are you alright?”

The newcomer was none other than Ye Qing, of course. He had rushed over as soon as he took out Zhao Changming and tracked down Yi Pin and Old Man of Snowy Mountain’s presence.

“I’m fine.”

Ye Qing answered before running toward Liang Huanxin.

Meanwhile, Liang Huanxin was shocked by Ye Qing’s appearance as well. He could not understand how Ye Qing was here.

I thought Zhao Changming is fighting against him?

If he is here, then where is Zhao Changming? Is he right behind him, or…

Liang Huanxin did not dare to think further. He couldn’t. Ye Qing was already right in front of him.

His “Floret Jewel Reflection” was famed for a lot of things, but especially its movement art and speed. It emphasized on moving like a phantom and maintaining an uncertain form, making it difficult for any art to reach the practitioner.

However, Ye Qing was faster than him.

In his eyes, Ye Qing’s movements were neither elegant nor profound. Frankly, he was running straight toward him like a bull.

However, every time he took a step, the earth beneath his feet would undulate like it was made of water, carrying him at least three hundred meters away from his original position.

It was like he was shrinking three hundred meters into an inch; thousands of kilometers into a single meter.

As if that wasn’t enough, the ground and earthly qi beneath his feet seemed to be actively impeding him as well. He felt like he was trying to wade through mud.

As a result, the distance between them grew narrower and narrower.

Seeing this, Liang Huanxin crossed his fingers together to form the shape of a blooming lotus. The next moment, countless embroidery needles shot out of her fingertips, and countless strings crisscrossed the air to form a gigantic, multi-layered net. It then rushed toward Ye Qing from every direction.

However, Ye Qing soldiered on like he was a god or a demon. The needles bounced off a layer of profound light as soon as they made contact with his body, and the threads were knocked all over the place. His attack had failed to slow Ye Qing down even a little.

𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Pupils shrinking, Liang Huanxin split into nine copies next. Some flew into the sky, some sank into the ground, some became one with the wind, and some hid behind the snow.

It was the “Great Art of Soaring Through Heaven and Earth”. A method of the “Floret Jewel Reflection”, it enabled the practitioner to split into nine copies and slip into the heavens or the earth. The copies were almost indistinguishable from the real thing, and it allowed the practitioner to cross several kilometers in one burst. It was his escape trump card.

For those who get the reference below, kudos to you. There is this old classic 东方不败 where the main heroine is in fact a male who turned female (except down there I think) because he practiced this godlike martial art called Sunflower Manual. He was the undisputed number one and took three people (including the MC) ganging up on him and using despicable means to ultimately kill him. Dude was a legend both in the books and the film.