Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Why do the formations of the Yin-Yang School contain elements belonging to the Daoist school?

Qin Ning held the folding fan, suppressing his doubts, and continued to manipulate the array within.

For a moment, the tornado moved erratically, moving in front, back, left, and right, before suddenly rushing towards Master Wang, whose eyes were filled with tears.

The literary aura collided with the vortex, and in less than a single exchange, the opponent's relatively intact long robe became tattered, with the edges showing signs of being torn by the wind.

"Impossible! How could you control the fan?!"

Master Wang brandished his green bamboo brush and exclaimed in surprise.

If you add the word "electricity" before the name of your magical artifact... it will sound worthless!

Qin Ning silently complained to himself, not intending to answer the question, but instead continued to try to manipulate the formation.

Two guy ropes silently coalesced in the darkness, their target Master Wang's throat.

As the thin blade slashed past, without his magical weapon and the ability to discern the wind's location, Master Wang narrowly avoided the two fatal blows, but a deep, bone-revealing wound was still left on his chest!

"Who exactly are you! How could you so quickly master my personal magical artifact? Did you already know that the Hundred Birds Clan would send me and the Wen brothers to make a move this time!?"

Master Wang was bleeding profusely and looked utterly disheveled.

Now, he no longer held any hope of escaping. Instead, he wanted to find out before he died how the other party had managed to control the magical artifact he had been studying for months and could barely use.

Qin Ning had read detailed explanations of classical texts on ritual implements and inkstones in the Prince's library.

This invention of the Yin-Yang School, a product designed to compete with and rival the Mohist School, was unlike the folk tales he had read in his previous life, where it could be used after being refined with a drop of blood. The civilian version of the magical artifact was simple to operate.

Every weapon or magical artifact used by cultivators comes with a thick instruction manual explaining how to use one's Qi to activate the formations within and achieve the desired effect.

If you are already practicing the Yin-Yang path, then learning it will naturally not be difficult.

But if you are a practitioner from one of the other paths, then after buying the ritual implements, it will take you anywhere from three months to a year to learn them.

The more powerful a magical artifact is, the more complex the array inscribed within it, and naturally, the more difficult it is to learn.

The book even records that someone spent a huge sum of money to buy a magical artifact, only to return it three years later because they couldn't learn how to use it.

"It's just a mere formation, how hard is it to learn... you bastard!" Before Qin Ning could finish his sentence, Master Wang, having determined his approximate location, threw out his green bamboo pen and simultaneously scattered a handful of white paper into the sky, transforming into countless paper figures and horses, concealing his escape back towards the courtyard wall he had come from.

Three tornadoes appeared, one of which went straight for the green bamboo wolf hair, while the other two tore the dozen or so paper figures and horses into countless pieces with almost no effort.

The scattered scraps of paper made it seem as if a light snow was falling in the courtyard.

Qin Ning watched Master Wang's fleeing figure, but did not take a step to chase after him. Instead, he walked towards the small, fierce, one-legged creature that had fallen to the ground.

"what!"

Another scream rang out in the darkness, drowning out the sound of flesh and bone shattering.

Master Wang collapsed not far from the courtyard wall, blood gushing from his right ankle, his foot already separated from his calf.

This is exactly how the rope should be used... Qin Ning was not surprised by the result. He bent down and picked up the one-legged creature in his hand. The blood in his palm stained the gray and withered little beast with a crimson hue.

The wind may be invisible, but it makes a sound. Instead of taking the initiative, it's better to wait for people to walk into your trap.

However, the wind ropes I set up seem to be somewhat different from the ones he used to surround the clinic; they appear to be sharper and more concealed.

Is it because you are familiar with the texts and printed versions of the formations?

Qin Ning stood up, and just an inch in front of him, a thin blade of wind rope had just condensed.

However, if he hadn't already known in his heart, he wouldn't have been able to detect the existence of the wind rope at all, let alone feel any warning signs.

The wind ropes in front of him were dispersed, and twelve wind ropes crisscrossed and silently appeared beside Master Wang, blocking all of his escape routes.

He was writhing in pain when several more fine wounds appeared all over his body, and his body froze in place in a strange posture.

Over the years, he has taken countless lives with this magical fan, so he naturally knows exactly what those fine blades that are cutting him are.

However, he couldn't understand why this Qin fellow could use the magic weapon as soon as he got it, and why the wind rope he cast was even stronger than the one he had been practicing for so long!

"Yes, stay in this position and don't move, it'll hurt a little..." Qin Ning approached, lifting the missing leg, her tone kind, "...But you'll die soon, don't worry!"

Before he finished speaking, the one-legged leg in his hand came crashing down on his head.

At this moment, whether Master Wang moved or remained still, he was doomed to die; all hope in his heart was lost!

However, as the one-legged leg approached the opponent's forehead, the blood on its surface quietly seeped into it, instantly turning into specks of light that drifted into Qin Ning's brow.

Qin Ning stumbled and nearly strained his back after missing his target with a single blow.

After a moment of stunned silence, Master Wang on the ground realized what had happened, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

In all his years as an assassin, this was the first time he'd ever encountered someone who needed to intimidate their opponent before delivering a fatal blow!

Sure enough, the Sichen Guard is full of vicious and depraved individuals!

How did you get subdued at this time...? Qin Ning looked inward at his spiritual platform and saw that the right leg on the fifth to last page of the [Thirty-Six Great Ferocious Talismans] had been lit up.

Was it because you were suddenly subdued that you were stained with my blood?

He looked at his palm, then at Master Wang on the ground, and coughed lightly.

"Ahem... Sorry, I was actually hoping you'd die a really spectacular death."

"you......"

Before Master Wang finished speaking, twelve wind ropes around his body gathered and intertwined.

It's sizzling!

Qin Ning bent down and picked up the ink pouch that had fallen from his waist from the pool of blood. He then threw a high-temperature sterilization plague-preventing talisman at the fallen Master Wang.

......

Anhe Street.

Iron boots pounded on the bluestone, and the impact of the armor made a dull thud.

A troop of the Imperial Guards arrived at the clinic at the end of the street. The centurion in charge stepped forward and looked at the many patrol guards gathered outside: "What are you all standing there for? Why don't you go in?"

The commander of the patrol guards, who was on duty tonight, raised his right arm, revealing a clear bloodstain, though the wound was not deep.

"There's something around this clinic that the brothers couldn't break through, so they didn't dare to act rashly."

The centurion of the Suwei Army glanced around beneath his armor and said in a deep voice, "We have enough men. Why not try forming a battle formation?"

"Firstly, I fear disturbing the nearby residents; secondly, without an official's written order, setting up an array in the city without authorization is something I, a mere commander, cannot afford to bear."

The commander of the Suwei Army said nothing more, took a step forward, and drew his heavy longsword from his waist.

The white light illuminated half the city. The excuse of not wanting to disturb them was just that. The real reason why the commander hadn't made a move was probably because the owner of the clinic was a member of the Sichen Guard.

However, this is normal.

He only received Lao Chengfeng's private instructions just before he set off.

Swish!

A flash of light appeared, and a small notch appeared on the heavy longsword. The centurion took half a step back, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He raised his right fist and commanded, "Suwei Army, Burui..."

Before Baihu could finish speaking, two figures landed on the ground.

"This lord has no rush to use military formations. I can break through the mere wind ropes, but..." Nan Tie patted the centurion's shoulder, with Bai Gu, who was covered in cyan-gold armor, beside him.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the wall not far from the clinic: "...Since the people inside are from Sichenwei, then logically and morally, it should be the people from Sichenwei who take action themselves."

In the darkness, the old ghost slowly emerged, touching his bald head that gleamed in the moonlight, and said with a forced smile, "I've only heard of the Ninth Elder of the Mo family's unparalleled craftsmanship, but I never imagined his insight would be so profound. I admire him, I truly admire him."

"I've only heard that Si Chenwei is ruthless, but I never imagined he would hide in a corner like a mouse. Tsk, and a hairless bald mouse at that."

When faced with praise, Nanchang Railways was utterly unforgiving, almost to the point of directly pointing fingers and cursing.