Chapter 31

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Immediately after, that voice sounded again.

It was still four characters, four stars, and a direction.

"Xiusu, Tanwei."

Luo Luo, holding the Rainfall Whip, followed the voice to the position. In the night, the raindrops and wind condensed into a straight line, the sword intent from Zhongshan formed the wind and rain, seemingly ignoring time, and accurately struck the point in the night sky.

There was only the dark night, nothing else. When the Rainfall Whip struck, it brought out a stream of blood and a pained groan! Unlike the shock and anger in the previous pained cry, this groan was filled with bewilderment, and even a hint of fear!

Luo Luo felt her true essence flowing rapidly in her body. Although it didn't flow through the meridians as required by the sword technique, it still reached her hand holding the whip, and was even more powerful than usual.

This puzzled her, but she was more surprised.

In the following time, the voice kept sounding. Sometimes it was the sword technique of the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, telling her which move to use. Sometimes it was the method of true essence circulation, which was clearly different from what the sword technique described. Most of the time, it was about the stars in the night sky.

Listening to the voice, Luo Luo felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when her father stood on the stone platform at the cliff top, pointing to the clouds on the horizon and teaching her how to fight. Her emotions became increasingly calm and composed, and she didn't think at all. Her consciousness moved freely, and the Rainfall Whip whistled through the air, like a sharp long sword, continuously piercing into the night!

*Pak pak pak pak*, in the seemingly empty night, countless collision sounds echoed. These were the sounds of the resilient and terrifying Rainfall Whip striking human bodies. Dozens of pieces of black cloth fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground.

*Chi chi chi chi*, the front half of the wildly dancing Rainfall Whip was already stained red, and countless streams of blood spurted from the night, but no injured person could be seen. It was as if an invisible brush dipped in cinnabar ink was writing in wild cursive, creating a very bizarre scene.

After a pained and angry roar, the powerful demon finally could no longer hide and fell out of the night. His feet barely touched the ground before he rolled on the ground for several dozen feet, retreating all the way to the lakeside before daring to stop.

The powerful demon's body was covered with wounds from the Rainfall Whip, bleeding profusely. His black robe had already turned into countless pieces of cloth, hanging messily on his body, making him look extremely wretched and miserable, with no trace of his previous might.

His first thought upon being forced out of the night was to retreat, to get as far away from the Rainfall Whip as possible. During his hasty retreat, he didn't forget to pull out the magical artifact stuck in the lawn, because he was already terrified and demoralized.

He crouched by the lake like a dog, holding the magical artifact in his right hand to protect his head. His voice was like a broken windbox, hoarse and extremely unpleasant, filled with shock, anger, resentment, and fear, because he couldn't understand what was happening.

"Who? Who is it! Come out!"

To gain the trust of the Black Robe Strategist and undertake such an important mission, this powerful demon had to be skilled in the secret techniques of Xuelao City, excelling in concealment, allowing him to survive long-term in the human world. He also possessed an unimaginably strong will, never becoming discouraged by temporary setbacks. However, the events of this night had completely exceeded his tolerance, almost destroying his will.

Because his most skilled concealment technique had been completely seen through! The enemy, who never showed himself, seemed to know his techniques inside out, able to accurately predict where he would appear next. How was this possible?!

"Who are you! Come out!"

The powerful demon looked around the dark National Academy, then at the dim lights outside the library, remembering something he seemed to have forgotten. His blood-covered face showed extreme unease, and his voice trembled violently.

The light on the lawn outside the library became a bit brighter because the door opened.

Then, the light around became a bit darker because someone walked out.

A young man stood on the stone steps.

He wore an old Taoist robe and held a short sword.

His face was slightly pale, and he was a bit nervous, but his eyes were firm, and he showed no intention of retreating.

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Chen Changsheng had been in the library all along.

These nights, he had been in the library.

He was using starlight to cleanse his marrow.

He woke from his meditation not because of the intense battle outside the library, but because the magical artifact used by the powerful demon interfered with the starlight falling from the night sky.

He walked to the window and discovered that an intense battle was unfolding in the National Academy under the night sky. He didn't know who the little girl was, but he saw the devil horns on the man, so he naturally understood which side he should be on.

Then, the demon man disappeared into the night.

The little girl's long whip silently summoned a storm.

At first, he didn't think he had the ability to help the little girl because he hadn't even succeeded in cleansing his marrow, and the little girl and the demon man were clearly very powerful.

He stood in the corner by the window, silently watching the battle, cheering for the little girl, but not making a sound because he didn't want to introduce any variables into the battle, and didn't want his presence to distract the little girl.

The demons naturally wouldn't care about the life or death of an ordinary human, but the little girl might.

Even such a detail, he wouldn't overlook; he was a very meticulous person.

But the next moment, he was surprised to find that he might actually be able to change the course of the battle.

The long whip in the little girl's hand was clearly not an ordinary object, but she wasn't using whip techniques; she was using sword techniques.

The Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword.

In the old temple in Xining Town, Chen Changsheng had seen this set of sword techniques and remembered them clearly. They were in the fourth volume of the *Yuhua Jingzhu*.

Of course, most of the sword techniques were presented in the form of Daoist sages' debates. It wasn't until a few days ago, when he found the corresponding books in the library, that he understood that those words were methods for circulating true essence and marvelous techniques.

He could recite this set of sword techniques backward, and with the recent review, he naturally could see the hidden sword techniques in the little girl's whip movements. The shape of the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword was present, but not the coldness, and her method of circulating true essence was clearly problematic, which made her movements stiff.

Yes, his body contained no true essence, but he had already started studying the methods of circulating true essence.

In the library these days, he compared the cultivation knowledge in his mind and tried to break through the limitations of his meridians to circulate true essence, making several assumptions—his nine segments of meridians couldn't connect, so if he wanted to cultivate, he had to find a new method.

He didn't know if this method would work or if he could wield the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, because he was just an ordinary person without true essence. But the little girl was already covered in injuries and was about to die, so he had to take a chance and hope to help her.

That was the phrase.

"Heavenly stars reflect in the abdomen, true essence moves freely, wrist level, shoulder suspended, wind and rain converge."

Fortunately, the problems the little girl encountered while using the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword were very similar to his situation.

More fortunately, she didn't know who Chen Changsheng was but subconsciously followed his advice.

The most fundamental luck was that the assumptions Chen Changsheng made worked on her.

The Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword finally unleashed its true power.

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"But how could you know where I was?"

By the lake, the blood-covered demon man stared at Chen Changsheng, angry and bewildered.

The Rainfall Whip was incredibly powerful, especially after the little girl received Chen Changsheng's guidance and could use true essence to wield the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword. As long as she could discover the demon's position, she could definitely injure him.

The question was, why could Chen Changsheng reveal his hiding place with just a few words?

"Northern snow, plum steps, over three thousand positions, all of which need to be memorized."

Chen Changsheng walked to the little girl's side, holding the short sword across his chest, looking at the distant demon man with great caution, but speaking casually, "I didn't know this was the Yeshi Step before, but I memorized it."

Yes, this was the most mysterious movement technique of the demons—the Yeshi Step. Using this technique, one could move freely within a certain range, and more importantly, hide their presence by leveraging the wind, snow, and celestial secrets hidden in the technique.

Even within the demon race, this technique was a closely guarded secret.

But Chen Changsheng had already memorized all the over three thousand positions and their sequence when he was very young.

At that time, he thought he was reading a propaganda novel called *Jinghua Mismoke Record*. It wasn't until eight days ago, when he saw a record of a battle with a demon in the library, that he realized this novel was actually a cultivation manual.

"So you were lying, you're not from the Moha clan, and your surname isn't Moha."

Chen Changsheng looked at the demon man seriously and said, "You are from the Yeshi clan, and your surname is Yeshi."

The demon man was stunned, his face turning extremely ugly.

He had many things he didn't expect.

He thought the young man in the library wouldn't affect his plan tonight because the young man hadn't even succeeded in cleansing his marrow.

He didn't expect that the young man almost broke the Black Robe Strategist's plan.

What he least expected was that the young man seemed to care more about the small lie he told, which was irrelevant to the big picture.

This made him very depressed and frustrated.

Then, he began to feel sad and muttered, "The Strategist indeed possesses supreme wisdom. He calculated that I didn't want to die and wanted to use the holy artifact to protect myself and leave... So, he arranged for such a strange person like you to appear."

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