8mi Chapter 120 Igniting the Fire
Chapter 120 Igniting the Fire
Chapter 120 Igniting the Fire
Lin Qi lay in the shadows of a house on the first floor across the alley, his back pressed against the wall, his breathing extremely low and slow.
He dared not move.
Three golden-winged kites perched on the courtyard wall of the Xuanmen branch, their golden animal patterns flickering in the night, and the feathers at their wingtips trembling slightly in the night breeze.
There were four or five golden figures moving back and forth in the courtyard, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, occasionally throwing a booklet or a token into the copper basin in the courtyard. When the flames rose in the basin, they illuminated the faces around them, making them appear and disappear.
The Quan family has already sealed off this place; if he shows himself, it would be tantamount to walking into a trap.
Lin Mu, lying on the rooftop diagonally opposite, saw the whole scene clearly.
He looked down at the broken tiles at his feet, picked up a pebble the size of a pigeon's egg, and weighed it in his palm.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the pebble flew across the alley and landed precisely on a broken earthenware pot next to where Lin Qi was hiding.
The earthenware pot shattered in the quiet night, the crisp sound like someone striking a gong with a hammer.
The three golden kites on the courtyard wall turned their heads at the same time, their golden pupils locking onto the shadow across the alley.
Then came a burst of extremely dense and sharp flapping sounds of wings.
That was the explosive sound of the Golden Wings Technique tearing through the air, propelling the beast patterns.
Three golden streaks of light swept across the alley and landed around the house where Lin Qi was hiding, surrounding him completely.
Then several more golden beams shot out from the courtyard, and the Quan family members blocked the entire alleyway from front to back, the golden beast patterns illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
Lin Qi was dragged out, his arms were tied behind his back, and his face was pressed against the blue brick wall.
The Quan family members searched him, took out the Seven Star Demon Eye bronze plaque, and threw it on the ground.
Elder Quanxin stepped out from behind the crowd, still wearing that dark gold robe and still standing tall, but his face was devoid of its usual gentleness and kindness.
He looked down at the bronze plaque, then at Lin Qi, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the beast pattern?"
Where is Yu Qiubai?
Lin Qi did not speak.
Half of his face was pressed against the brick wall, the corner of his mouth was chafed and blood dripped down his chin into the cracks between the bricks.
Quan Xin asked again, her voice even deeper and colder than before.
Lin Qi remained silent, only clenching his teeth.
Quan Xin stopped asking.
He raised his right hand slightly, his five fingers curled, and the golden beast patterns on his fingertips condensed into five extremely thin and sharp blades of energy—the Golden Wing Slash, a powerful and deadly technique from the Quan family's Golden Wing Skill.
The Golden Wing Slash sliced across Lin Qi's left arm, tearing his sleeve and flesh apart, spraying blood mist onto the wall.
Lin Qi shuddered, letting out a very low, muffled roar, but his jaw remained clenched, and he didn't utter a single word.
Lin Mu, lying on the rooftop, saw the whole scene clearly.
I thought Lin Qi would reveal Yu Qiubai's whereabouts under the Quan family's interrogation, but I didn't expect Lin Qi to be so tough.
Left with no other choice, he took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket and wrote two words on a torn piece of clothing.
The Zou family.
Then he wrapped the cloth around the stone, flicked his wrist, and the stone fell to Quan Xin's feet.
He then ran wildly, escaping the Quan family's sight.
"Who?"
In an instant, several golden-winged phoenixes rushed over.
Quan Xin bent down, picked up the stone, and unfolded the piece of cloth to take a look.
The moonlight shone on those two words, and he frowned slightly. He looked up at Lin Qi and asked, word by word, "Is the beast pattern painting in the Zou family's possession?"
Lin Qi's eyes flickered briefly when he heard the words "Zou family".
It's the instinctive guilt that comes after someone has pointed out what's wrong with you.
Although it was only for a moment, Quan Xin saw it clearly.
Quan Xin crumpled the cloth into a ball and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket. He then turned around and raised his right hand towards the group of Quan family members behind him.
Golden animal patterns suddenly lit up on his arm. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the blue bricks in the alley tremble slightly.
"Kill him."
"Let's go to the back mountain of Zou's house."
Behind the Zou family mansion, Yu Qiubai was leading a dozen or so Core Formation martial artists, crouching in the shadows around the artificial hill.
They are still waiting.
We waited for Lin Qi to bring back news from the branch, for the result of the dark figure in the dungeon interrogating Zou Zhentian, and for Yu Qiubai to order a breach of the wall and a strong attack.
That endless waiting wore down their will.
Fortunately, Quan Xin arrived soon.
Golden animal patterns suddenly lit up from the woods at the foot of the mountain, one after another, becoming more and more numerous and dense, illuminating the entire hillside as if it were daytime.
Golden figures darted and weaved among the treetops, the explosive sounds of golden wings piercing the air echoing one after another. The Quan family disciples used their speed advantage from the Golden Wing Technique to completely surround the back mountain.
Yu Qiubai stood up from the shade of the cedar tree, the seven-star demonic eyes on his robe gleaming with a cold, dark golden luster under the golden light.
He gazed at Quan Xin not far away, his face showing no panic. "I heard the Xuanmen are very interested in the Golden-Winged Phoenix Beast Pattern?"
"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext."
Quan Xin added, "I just went to the treasure pavilion and saw that the animal pattern design has been lost. What's left now is just a fake."
"The Xuanmen and the Quan family have always kept to themselves, so it's impossible for them to steal anything from the Quan family."
"What's wrong with Elder Quan today?"
"You want to wipe out my entire Xuanmen sect?"
"If you want war, then let's fight."
Why make so many excuses?
Yu Qiubai turned the tables and accused the culprit.
Quan Xin stopped talking nonsense.
With a sudden jolt of his arms, the pair of extremely faint and thin golden wings on his back unfurled. Each flap of the wings caused the surrounding air to distort slightly, and the surrounding gravel was swept up by the air currents, swirling in mid-air.
Golden Wing Slash.
More than a dozen extremely thin and sharp golden energy blades condensed from the edge of the light wings. Each energy blade was about three feet long and shaped like the edge of a golden kite's feathers, with unparalleled sharpness.
With a push of his right foot, he transformed into an extremely thick and bright golden beam of light, plunging down towards Yu Qiubai at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
The Golden Wing Slash left behind more than a dozen golden arcs of light, cutting through the air wherever it passed. Countless crisscrossing deep marks were blasted open on the nearby land, and rubble was swept up by the shockwave and then shredded into dust by the blade-like golden light.
Yu Qiubai did not retreat but advanced.
His arms jerked, and the unique markings of the demon race spread from the back of his neck to his entire arm, and then climbed up his cheek.
It was an extremely cold, dark, and chilling bluish-white pattern, each line gleaming with a frosty light in the night sky.
Suddenly, a thin layer of ice crystals covered the soil beneath his feet. The ice crystals spread outwards from him, freezing the vegetation and cracking the bricks wherever they passed.
He clenched his fist, and three extremely thin and sharp ice arrows materialized in his palm. The ice arrows were translucent, and a faint, dark bluish-white cold light slowly flowed around their tips.
With a flick of his wrist, three ice arrows shot out, leaving three extremely thin, white frost trails in the air, aiming straight for Quan Xin's brow, throat, and heart.
Countless fine ice crystals condensed in the air where the ice arrow passed, and even the golden air wave brought up by Quan Xin's dive was slightly stagnant due to the cold air.