Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 58 Today's humiliation, let's just remember it!

"So you're the 'Know-It-All of Pinghu'?"

Wei Wu entered the outer study and immediately spotted Bai Xiaosheng, whose attire perfectly matched the stereotypical image of a "down-on-his-luck scholar."

The other person's appearance was not particularly outstanding, except for a pair of eyes that looked like finely polished obsidian. Although there was no emotion flowing, it seemed as if there was always a calculating glint in them, making them unpleasant to look at.

So Wei Wu stopped looking at him, walked to the desk, picked up a paperweight, tossed it up and down in his palm, and asked Bai Xiaosheng with his back to him:

"I heard from Lin Xian'er that you have information that concerns my safety?"

Bai Xiaosheng proudly raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, put his left hand behind his back, and slowly stroked his beard with his right hand, saying in a slow voice, "Not bad."

Snapped!

Snapped!

The sound of the paperweight falling into Wei Wu's palm rang out, the crisp sound, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, echoing like a farewell song in the study.

Bai Xiaosheng felt the study getting colder and colder, and sweat began to trickle down his forehead. His straight back slumped unconsciously, and he dared not keep anyone in suspense any longer. Without Wei Wu asking, he took the initiative to tell him everything he knew.

"I can tell that this man is narrow-minded and always holds grudges. He must be contacting the people I mentioned to him right now." As Bai Xiaosheng spoke, his eyes flickered fiercely, and his gaze gradually shifted from Wei Wu's back to his palm, following the paperweight up and down.

Upon hearing this, Wei Wu merely scoffed, "A bunch of worthless chickens and dogs."

What an arrogant brat!

A sign of an early death!

Bai Xiaosheng's forehead was covered in sweat, but he dared not raise his hand to wipe it away, letting the sweat stream down the lines of his face as he blinked repeatedly and said:

"Master Wei possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, but who in this world dares to claim invincibility, and who dares to say they are undefeated?"

Remember, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark!

"Now that this group of people knows the power of your Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, they will definitely be on guard against your flying knife, in addition to the other intelligence they have gathered."

Once this group actually starts making their move, they must have already prepared a foolproof plan!

Although Bai Xiaosheng despised Wei Wu's arrogance and wished him dead, he couldn't actually let him die because of the Thousand Insects and Ten Thousand Ants Pill he had been poisoned with. He felt so nauseous he almost vomited blood.

Wei Wu shook his head; he was more concerned about something else—

"What leverage have you found on Guo Songyang that made him risk his life to test my Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife?"

Bai Xiaosheng was taken aback, and subconsciously retorted sarcastically:

"Handle? Ha! What handle could Guo Songyang possibly have? He's just a gentleman who can be easily deceived. He felt indebted to me, so I asked him for help, and that's why he came."

"Even knowing it's certain death?" Wei Wu sighed softly.

This is a pointless statement that already has an answer.

Snapped!

Wei Wu suddenly reached out and grabbed the paperweight, then listlessly tossed it onto the table.

He turned to look at Bai Xiaosheng and said, "I don't care about any open or covert attacks, nor do I care about Guo Songyang's character."

I'm only asking you how much you know about the Shaolin Temple.

There are two sacred places of martial arts in the martial arts world: the ancient Shaolin Temple and the Zhenwu Temple on Wudang Mountain. Their reputations are equally renowned in the hearts of martial arts practitioners, but Shaolin Temple is the richest in terms of martial arts knowledge.

After all, the saying "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot" has attracted countless people seeking refuge.

With such a rich "arsenal," it would be a waste not to collect some of it.

Bai Xiaosheng frowned and hesitated, saying, "Shaolin Temple is like a calm lake. On the surface, you can only see monks of the 'Xin' generation, but in the shadows, there are monks of the 'Jing' and 'Xu' generations."

These old monks appeared weak and frail, their bodies withered, and their martial arts skills almost completely gone. However, even when on the verge of death, those who had cultivated internal energy could still unleash a power sufficient to destroy their enemies.

According to them, in the past, after the King of Joy deceived people in the martial arts world with a huge lie, he boasted that he was invincible in the world and went to Shaolin Temple to ask for the "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

However, several old monks who were rumored to have passed away reappeared and used the secret technique "I Enter Hell" to frighten away the opponent, causing him to dare not enter the Central Plains for twenty years.

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that Wei Wu seemed unconvinced, he immediately added, "Although I have been staying at Shaolin Temple for the past few years, these bald monks have been extremely strict in guarding the library where martial arts manuals are stored. There are martial monks patrolling day and night, and there are also old monks looking after the building. So all the news is just hearsay; I have never actually seen it."

"So, in your opinion, is this so-called secret technique of Shaolin Temple real or fake?"

"It's hard to say," Bai Xiaosheng shook his head. "Since the Happy King, Shaolin Temple has rarely appeared in the martial arts world. Even the number of lay disciples they recruit has been decreasing year by year. In this generation, there is only Qin Chong. It was only because Qin Xiaoyi did something for Shaolin Temple that Qin Chong was able to be officially recognized as a disciple of Xinmei Sect."

However, Xinmei was a stubborn and honest man, who said that since there was a master-disciple relationship in name, there should naturally be a master-disciple relationship in reality. So he passed on Qin Chong's Arhat Fist and a Subhuti Skill.

Wei Wu turned around, walked around the desk, and sat down in the chair, his eyes playful. "So, you came to me and told me you had news concerning my safety, hoping to exchange it for the antidote."

"But what you're saying is all irrelevant—heard, supposedly, some people say—that you want to trade these ambiguous pieces of information for your freedom..."

Ha, I thought you were a smart person, but it turns out you're just a greedy fool!

Wei Wu's words came like a barrage of bullets, leaving Bai Xiaosheng swaying precariously.

He unconsciously tugged at his collar to loosen his posture, bending over even more, and said with his head bowed, "I can investigate!"

When can you give me an answer?

"Three, no! Two days!" Bai Xiaosheng looked up again, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. He held up three fingers, then quickly pressed one back down, promising:

"Within two days, I will place all of Xin Jian's plans on your desk in detail."

Wei Wu nodded in satisfaction, flicked his finger, and a pill flew past Bai Xiaosheng's ear, which he instinctively reached out and caught.

"This is the antidote for this year. Although your message today is of little use, your attitude is quite good, so consider it a reward."

In the future, you must do your best in everything you do, and not be as perfunctory as you were today.

"Thank you, my lord!" Bai Xiaosheng decisively swallowed the pill and changed his address accordingly.

After everyone left Xingyun Manor and returned to his temporary residence, Bai Xiaosheng quickly ran to the kitchen, punched himself in the stomach, and vomited as his old face twitched, expelling the pill he had swallowed.

With a look of utter displeasure, he flicked his sleeve, tossed the pill into a corner, took out a salt shaker, poured in water, and drank it all in one gulp.

His goat-like face turned bluish-purple instantly, his expression as ugly as if he had been tortured. Before he could even close his mouth for a few breaths, he immediately sprayed out all the saline solution.

This was repeated three times. Completely exhausted, he slumped to the side, leaning against the stove, panting heavily, his face grim.

"Wei! Wu! I will remember this humiliation for now, but one day I will make you wish you were dead!"

Antidote?

Bai Xiaosheng didn't believe it at all!

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"

After catching his breath, he stood up, pushed open the door, and went straight to Xin Jian, who was contacting helpers. He got straight to the point:

"I have a plan to kill Wei Wu!"

"This is none of your business!" Xin Jian roared angrily at Bai Xiaosheng.

But as Bai Xiaosheng explained his plan in detail, Xin Jian's expression changed several times before she finally nodded with a grim face, her back teeth grinding together.

"In that case, he's really getting off too easy!"

"Fine, let him be smug for a few days! To destroy someone, first make them mad!"