Chu Li observed Ding Weisong with the Omniscient Mirror. Ding Weisong was as weak as a seventy-year-old man. The side effects of the secret skill were severe.
Chu Li silently appeared in the woodshed and stood in front of Ding Weisong.
Ding Weisong did not notice anything out of the ordinary. He was still cultivating to recover his vigor. His body and mind were exhausted, and his reaction was slower.
Chu Li wanted to seal his acupuncture point, but he stopped. The acupuncture point of a physique cultivator was different from that of a martial artist. It was very likely that Ding Weisong would struggle violently.
"Ahem!" Chu Li coughed.
Ding Weisong opened his eyes and his expression changed. He got up and prepared to run.
Chu Li stopped him. "You are at the end of your rope. Why bother? Let's talk! "
"What is there to talk about?" Ding Weisong secretly activated his secret skill again. He wanted to hit Chu Li when he relaxed.
Chu Li asked, "Where are you hiding the Art of White Tiger?"
"What Art of White Tiger?" Ding Weisong was confused. "What did you say? What Art of White Tiger? "
Chu Li smiled. This act was very deceptive. "Let's change the question. You have earned a lot over the years, haven't you? Where are you hiding it? "
"What do you want?" Ding Weisong asked coldly.
Chu Li smiled. "The banknotes must be hidden in a secret place. Only you can take them yourself, right? You have earned so much money, but you don't spend it quickly. Don't you think it's funny? Brother Ding, do you really think you can live to old age? "
"You don't have to worry about that!" Ding Weisong scoffed. "You want those banknotes?"
Chu Li said, "Use the banknotes to buy your life."
"How much do you want?" Ding Weisong sneered.
Chu Li smiled. "A beauty from the New Moon Brothel costs a hundred thousand taels. You are a famous martial arts master. You can't be lower than the women from the New Moon Brothel, right?"
"Tell me, how much?" Ding Weisong scoffed.
Chu Li thought for a while and extended his left hand. "Five hundred thousand taels!"
"Alright, deal!" Ding Weisong said.
Chu Li smiled. "Brother Ding is a straightforward man!"
Ding Weisong took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Chu Li. "Here is a hundred thousand taels. Take it first and pay for the rest!"
As Chu Li extended his hand, Ding Weisong punched him.
Chu Li dodged.
Ding Weisong retracted his fist and shook his head. "Impressive!"
He sighed inwardly. The best opportunity did not come to fruition. This surnamed Chu was also a cunning person!
Chu Li smiled and said, "Brother Ding, what you did was not right!"
"Alright, I'm convinced!" Ding Weisong sighed. "I'll give you the banknotes. I'll get the rest of the 400,000 taels as soon as possible."
"When did you get it?" Chu Li did not take the banknote. He smiled and said, "Just give it to me as well!"
"I can't do it now," Ding Weisong said, shaking his head. "I can't move it now, and no one else can take it out!"
At this moment, his face was even more sallow, as if it had been smeared with a layer of ginger juice.
The consequence of activating the secret technique again was that his Blood Qi would dry up. At this moment, he felt that even speaking was a waste of energy.
Chu Li looked at the banknote in his hand and smiled. "This banknote is stained with something good. It's better if I don't touch it."
Ding Weisong forced a smile. "What a joke!"
"The banknotes were smeared with poison, the Seven Steps to Break Intestines … Brother Ding, where did you get the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait?"
"What Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait?" Ding Weisong was confused. "Could it be a secret martial arts manual?"
Chu Li sighed. "Brother Ding, don't blame me then. Goodbye!"
As he finished speaking, he appeared behind Ding Weisong in a flash. With a flash of his sword, the long sword pierced through Ding Weisong's neck. Ding Weisong died instantly.
Under normal circumstances, Ding Weisong's body would not have been so easily pierced through. However, Chu Li had lured him into using the secret technique twice. His Blood Qi was extremely weak, and he could not resist the sharp sword at all.
Chu Li sighed and pulled out the sword. He wiped it on Ding Weisong's body and cut off a corner of his shirt. He wrapped the banknote and put it in his pocket. Then, he silently floated out of the residence and out of the town.
The moonlight was like water, and the night was hazy.
Chu Li flashed through the depths of the forest like a shadow. He was rushing towards the place where Ding Weisong hid the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait.
The person who hired Ding Weisong to assassinate him was Feng Shicai, Feng Wen's father, a famous martial arts master.
Chu Li was not in a hurry to find Feng Shicai.
He guessed that the disciples of the Tempest Temple were waiting for him there. He would let Feng Shicai live for a while longer. Once he found the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait and mastered the Sentient Menace, he would be able to fight the disciples of the Tempest Temple and kill Feng Shicai.
The Imminent Skyline consumed a lot of inner energy, but it was extremely fast. In the middle of the night, he had run more than a thousand miles and arrived at a large mountain.
The morning sun was exceptionally bright. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, one could only see the snow-covered mountainside. The peak was covered by clouds.
Chu Li used the Imminent Skyline and quickly arrived at a cave halfway up the mountain.
He was surrounded by ice and snow. When he stepped on it, it was as hard as stone. It was not as soft as snow.
The cave was sealed by ice and snow. It was no different from the surrounding ice walls. If he had not known beforehand, he would not have been able to tell.
He used his palm energy to break the ice and entered the cave. After avoiding the traps, he saw a simple stone table, a white porcelain teapot, and a pile of dried meat and food beside it.
This was Ding Weisong's hiding place. Other than going down the mountain to do missions and occasionally to vent his anger, he usually stayed here. That was why no one could find him.
There was a wooden box on the stone table. He picked up a piece of ice from outside and cut it into a stick. Then, he gently pried open the box. Inside the box was a thin, yellowish booklet. It was exactly the same as the secret manual of the Art of White Tiger that Chu Li had seen before.
Chu Li hit the wooden box with the popsicle and broke it into a few pieces.
He took out his sword and lightly lifted the booklet with the tip of the sword.
On the cover, the words "Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait" were written in gold and silver strokes. The handwriting was the same as the one he had seen before. It was obvious that it was written by the same person. However, there was no upper or lower volume written on it.
Chu Li knew that Ding Weisong did not realize that he had only cultivated the lower volume. He thought that there were only six illustrations of the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait. Even so, he could only visualize one. He could not see the other five clearly. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
This was because he did not have enough spiritual energy. He was injured by the tiger's force and could not suppress the white tiger's murderous aura and power.
Chu Li quickly finished looking at the six illustrations. He was deep in thought. He stood still and visualized. The twelve illustrations flashed in his mind one by one. Eventually, they flashed faster and faster. Suddenly, they disappeared. His mind was pitch black.
Chu Li calmed himself down. The Omniscient Mirror allowed him to be at ease. Even though his mind was pitch black, he was not anxious or impatient.
"Roar …" A mighty roar was heard.
His whole body trembled along with the sound. A turbulent force came from the void. Previously, it was like a thin thread. Now, it had become a torrent. It rushed into his body in an overbearing manner. It was as if his flesh and bones were being crushed.
The pain was like the waves of the sea. He could not help but tremble.
The long and mighty roar of the tiger shattered the darkness. His mind was filled with light. A white tiger that was ten times bigger appeared in his mind. The tiger's claws stepped on the void. Its fur moved non-stop as if a strong wind was blowing.
The clouds followed the dragon, and the wind followed the tiger. This was the real white tiger!
The giant white tiger moved in the void. There were twelve movements in total. It was imposing.
The pain that felt like a thousand cuts suddenly disappeared. His body felt warm. The overbearing force in the void seemed to have turned into a hot spring, warming his body.
Chu Li opened his eyes and looked down. His clothes were drenched. His whole body emitted a pungent smell. It was nauseating.
He quickly took off his clothes and ran outside to roll around in the snow. He left black marks on the snow. It was like a layer of black oil was smeared on the snow.
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