Wuxia Across the Heavens: I Collect Side Effects

Su Xin looked at the two of them and said slowly, "Originally, I really didn't want to get involved in this Jianghu conflict. I just wanted to be a peaceful traveler and have a friendly spar to see how I was doing. It was that bastard Yang Xiao who insisted on dragging me into this, so I had no choice. Sometimes, even an ant can only try to shake a tree if pushed too far."

His words were half true and half false, but they only intensified Ji Xiaofu's sense of guilt.

Su Xin's current state is all due to their influence.

Looking at Su Xin's triumphant appearance, Wei Yixiao across from him gave a bitter smile.

He never imagined that the Green-Winged Bat King, who had dominated the martial world for half his life, would be defeated by a young man.

If he had acted decisively back then, even if he had been injured.

Instead of indulging in the thrill of cat and mouse, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

Su Xin looked at Wei Yixiao, a cold glint in his eyes: "Since you lost, shouldn't you hand over your signature move? I mean, your Frost Palm manual."

Wei Yixiao gave a bitter laugh and asked, "Why? Why should I give it to you?"

Su Xin said calmly, "The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. Your Frosty Palm is extremely yin and cold, which can complement my martial arts perfectly. Why not?"

Wei Yixiao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said menacingly, "What if I don't?"

Su Xin shrugged, his tone relaxed yet carrying an undeniable threat: "Then you can suffer. I'd like to see how many rounds of the cold poison and its effects you can withstand in your current state."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unprecedented feeling of weakness suddenly struck him. Wei Yixiao felt his vision go black, and the toxins in his body were frantically eroding his life force.

He knew his time was running out, and the poison was taking hold.

He looked at Su Xin, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes, then suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with sorrow and helplessness.

"Very well, the secret manual can't be taken with you when you die. I, Wei Yixiao, have lived a life of unparalleled glory, and I don't want to die too painfully. Young Master Su, I beg you, just give me a quick death!"

"No problem." Su Xin's tone was calm, yet carried a hint of determination.

Wei Yixiao shakily pulled a yellowed booklet from his pocket; it was the Cold Ice Palm manual that he cherished as his lifeblood.

With trembling hands, he handed the manual to Su Xin.

Su Xin reached out and took it. The moment his fingertips touched the manual, a crisp system notification sounded in his mind:

[Ding! Martial arts manual with side effects detected: "Frosty Palm"]

Su Xin knew he could cultivate this manual, so he accepted it.

Then, looking at Wei Yixiao, who was still shivering in the cold wind and waiting for death, Su Xin said softly, "As you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, he focused his strength on his fingertips and, like a bolt of lightning, precisely struck Wei Yixiao's temple.

"puff."

One shot and you're dead.

He died without any pain.

That's not bad, considering that euthanasia is quite difficult in the martial arts world.

As for why he didn't use lightness skill, it's mainly because Wei Yixiao's lightness skill was a natural gift.

There is no secret manual at all.

Ordinary light-footed skills have this good effect on him.

He really has a lot to learn.

Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult and a first-rate master whose lightness skills were unparalleled, fell in the icy snow of the Great Snow Mountain, ending his legendary yet regretful life.

Ji Xiaofu, on the other side, finally realized what was happening at this moment.

She looked at the corpse on the ground, then at the composed Su Xin beside her, and asked in a trembling voice, "Young Master Su... so all your previous weakness and disheveled state were a scheme? All to lure him into a trap?"

Su Xin nodded slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face: "That's right. In the martial world, who doesn't have a few trump cards up their sleeve? Just like my master, or your master, Abbess Miejue, they must have had many backup plans when facing life and death."

Meanwhile, the battlefield on the other side was already extremely brutal.

Abbess Miejue was surrounded by the Ming Cult members. The Emei disciples around her were either dead, wounded, or had fled. In the vast open space, she was left alone, sword in hand, her clothes stained with blood, her breath faint, yet she still stood tall and straight, showing no sign of cowardice.

Yang Xiao stood before her with his hands behind his back, his white robes stained with dust, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Extinction looked up at him, her voice hoarse yet each word resounding: "I only ask for a fair fight, which is the last thing I, Extinction, will do for Emei. It is also the last thing I will do for my senior brother."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao's lips slowly curled into a smile.

He had to admit that he did have some respect for the old nun.

Even though he was already at his limit and suffering from severe internal injuries, he still refused to bow his head or beg for mercy. Few people in the martial arts world could match his integrity.

Moreover, in his view, Extinction was already exhausted and could no longer cause any trouble.

He also wanted to be open and aboveboard for once, at least in public, to gain a respectable reputation.

Yang Xiao winked at one of the cult members beside him.

The man understood and immediately threw out a long sword.

Extinction reached out and caught it steadily. The hilt of the sword was icy cold to the touch, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes ignited into a resolute blaze.

The next moment, she suddenly rose up and unleashed the Extinction Sword Technique.

This sword technique is no longer the flawless, balanced, and peaceful style of Emei in the past. Instead, it has become fierce and ruthless, with every move a life-or-death struggle. The sword wind howls, and the killing intent is chilling. Every sword strike is aimed at the vital points, leaving no room for maneuver.

Yang Xiao dared not be careless, and with a burst of energy in his fingertips, he immediately unleashed his Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

With sharp, swift movements and chilling sword energy, the two fought to a standstill, unable to determine a victor.

Yang Xiao thought to himself: That's enough, it's time to end this.

But just as he was about to finish his move and decide the outcome, Miejue's sword technique changed drastically once again!

That was a ruthless sword technique that completely abandoned defense and only sought to kill the enemy; the sword's momentum was frenzied, trading life for life.

Caught off guard, Yang Xiao was caught off guard by this suicidal fighting style and found himself in a state of panic.

Seizing this fleeting opening, Miejue slashed her sword and struck Yang Xiao's arm!

She knew in her heart that in her current state, it was impossible for her to kill Yang Xiao, so she would cut off his arm and cripple him for life!

Yang Xiao realized something was wrong and quickly changed his tactics, using the "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" move, pointing his finger directly at Miejue's heart, forcing her to defend.

But as soon as he made the move, Yang Xiao regretted it.

Extinction didn't dodge or evade at all, completely ignoring his killing move. He suddenly turned his sword and slashed down directly at the finger wind!

"Sizzle—"

Blood splattered.

Yang Xiao's hand was severed at the wrist on the spot!

At the same time, Miejue was also struck hard in the chest by Yang Xiao's finger strike. She flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her breath became extremely weak. She was on the verge of death.

Yang Xiao stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief at his empty wrist, blood gushing out, and excruciating pain coursing through him.

He was proud and arrogant throughout his life, and his martial arts skills were superb. His Finger Flicking Divine Skill was unparalleled in the world. Now that one of his arms has been severed, this ultimate skill has lost at least half of its power!

Overwhelmed by immense humiliation and excruciating pain, Yang Xiao's vision went black, and he nearly fainted from the shock and anger.

This desperate sword technique was originally a killing move that Miejue would only use when facing Zhang Wuji at Bright Peak. Even Zhang Wuji, who possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill, could only temporarily avoid its edge when faced with this reckless fighting style.

However, at that time, Miejue held the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand.

Yang Xiao, after all, was not Zhang Wuji.

This move, coming out ahead of schedule, was used on him just in time, which can be considered making the best use of it.