Chapter 40

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Footsteps sounded behind Qin Yu.

"Second Master, is there something wrong?" Zhang Ren ran back in a hurry.

"How is it inside?" Qin Yu was a bit worried.

"Um, Governor Shi and Mr. Yan are talking happily. They heard the commotion outside and asked me to come out and check."

"Very good, little junior brother, listen to me..." Qin Yu leaned close to Zhang Ren's ear and whispered a few words.

After listening, Zhang Ren's eyebrows twitched.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother, I understand."

Zhang Ren draped the quilt Qin Yu threw him over his shoulder and muttered, "Life... is as lonely as snow, truly poetic!" He quietly retreated behind the large locust tree on the left.

The sky was now fully bright.

Qin Yu faced the road, standing quietly, with his black spear firmly planted in the snow on his right side.

He had already heard the sounds of combat and the clashing of swords.

Strangely, he only sensed the qi and blood fluctuations of three familiar people, with no trace of any unfamiliar energy.

Who were their enemies?

Soon, three figures appeared almost simultaneously.

One of them, wearing a black headband and a wide sword, was indeed Jin Wei.

A smile curved at the corner of Qin Yu's lips, but his eyes were cold. He suddenly pulled out his spear with his right hand and gripped the base with his left, completing the attack stance of the left-hand spear in an instant.

"Jin Wei, take this spear!"

He shouted, taking a large step forward with his right foot, extending his bow stance, and thrusting the spear forward with all his might.

The black tassel of the spear suddenly flared, creating four large spear flowers.

A hundred-man opponent, grade:虞美人 (Yu Meiren)!

Shen Qiniang was greatly startled, "Brother Qin Yu..."

Her response was a pair of sharp, spear-like eyes.

Under such a powerful spear, the young man seemed to have reserves of strength...

Shen Qiniang, feeling a chill, immediately fell silent.

Jin Wei didn't have time to parry with his sword. He slightly raised his four-inch-thick Kuque sword, pushed it with his left hand, using it as a narrow shield to block the path of the black spear.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The continuous, clear clashing sounds were deafening.

The four black flowers were completely shattered.

Qin Yu retreated, and Jin Wei's long sword wobbled, forcing him to take two steps back.

"Ha ha ha ha, Young Master Jin, Uncle Jin, we meet again!"

Qin Yu's black spear pointed at Jin Wei's nose, and he laughed heartily.

Jin Wei grunted, lifting his left hand and sucking on his lips. His face was pale, and his lips and teeth were tinged with red, as if there were traces of blood.

It turned out that due to the extreme sharpness of the Kuque sword, his left hand had been cut by the blade during the fierce collision with the spear.

"Come again, Young Master Jin!" The tassel of Qin Yu's black spear trembled slightly, as if about to strike again. Jin Wei was startled and quickly jumped back two steps.

Qin Yu laughed even louder, feeling extremely refreshed.

The qi and blood in his body, which had been fully accumulated, seemed to respond to his broadened chest, surging like boiling water, spreading throughout his body, connecting all the acupoints, and circulating continuously. After a moment, his aura swelled, and a tangible energy flowed from his palms into the black spear, making the entire spear emit a faint, crystalline glow, which was particularly noticeable in the snowy night.

The three people opposite him almost simultaneously felt the strange quality of Qin Yu's black spear and the immense pressure from its tip.

"Brother Qin Yu, what do you want to do?" Shen Qiniang's almond eyes widened, and she said angrily. She and the demon slave were both slightly out of breath, clearly having suffered during the rescue of Jin Wei.

"Nothing, just settling scores," Qin Yu sneered, sensing a sudden obstruction on his left side, as if he had collided with something sharp and powerful, causing his skin to feel slightly painful. He moved two steps to the right.

The demon slave's face changed. Qin Yu's two steps precisely avoided the range of his long knife, forcing him to retract his lightning-fast strike, causing his qi and blood to flow backward, making him very uncomfortable.

With the improvement of his skills, Qin Yu's senses had become even more sensitive and wise, subtly containing the ability of top-tier experts to automatically avoid danger within a few meters.

"Great spear technique!" Someone praised, and not far from their side, a person suddenly appeared, wearing a short robe, lean, with a slight beard, and empty-handed. He looked at Qin Yu with a pair of bright, spirited eyes, slightly surprised, "You've actually cultivated the spear spirit, interesting!"

Qin Yu glanced at him. This person, standing close by, had a vigorous qi and blood like a furnace filled with burning charcoal, yet he had completely failed to sense any of his energy fluctuations earlier.

"Senior, what is the spear spirit?"

"Of course, it means the spear has a spirit." The man smiled.

Isn't that just saying nothing? Qin Yu pouted and retracted his black spear. He had merely asked out of curiosity, trying to establish a rapport with this great expert and gauge his strength, without expecting a detailed answer. He now closed his mouth and focused inward, checking his inheritance in his mind.

A surge of energy rippled in his forehead, as if something had changed in his mind. The small sea of consciousness, which was almost negligible, suddenly churned with a layer of fine white waves, ebbing and flowing.

Qin Yu felt his inner vision becoming a bit blurry. He focused and looked hard, seeing a section of text, white background with black letters, the size of a tofu block, which immediately invigorated his spirit. The format was so familiar, like the preface of a publication.

He read carefully for a moment and gradually understood.

It turned out that being able to continuously release four real and fake spear flowers marked the beginning of the "hundred-man opponent" level.

Entering the hundred-man opponent realm, the spear technique naturally gained a unique spirit, hence the term "spear spirit."

Of course, this level was divided into many grades, with the lowest grade being called "Yu Meiren"!

Moreover, after entering the hundred-man opponent level, the spear flowers were renamed and upgraded to grades. Qin Yu could release four real and fake spear flowers, indicating he had the power of four grades.

Qin Yu quickly flipped through the pages and found that there were actually 36 grades, 72 grades... my goodness, 108 grades... What kind of amazing spear techniques are these? The ancients really didn't need to pay taxes for their exaggerations...

Just two pages, and Qin Yu felt a bit dizzy, unsure if it was from the fatigue of his inner vision or from the content of the introduction.

Could they really create so many flowers in one move?

Wait! Qin Yu suddenly remembered, these numerous, impressive-sounding spear techniques... why did I have no memory of them before?

Qin Yu's face was full of black lines. He had always thought he remembered the entire secret manual of the Hundred Flowers Spear clearly, but now it seemed he was missing so much!

But why can I remember them now?

How were these hidden files packed into his brain before?

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