Chapter 21: What? You're Not Human!

He began to suspect that the one who had aided him harbored ulterior motives, perhaps coveting something in his possession—such as the precious Lingzhi mushroom.

“Sir, won’t you come out?” His voice was low and resolute, carrying an unmistakable air of authority.

This time, it was not gratitude that compelled him, but an instinctive vigilance and wariness.

The elder senior brother understood well that true danger often lurks in the unknown, and now, he faced precisely such an unseen threat.

Hidden in the shadows, Yun Yi felt a complex swirl of emotions.

He had intended to remain silent to avoid revealing his identity, yet the elder’s words sent a chill through his heart.

He realized that behind the invitation lay deeper, perhaps darker intentions.

Though only a mosquito and unable to speak, Yun Yi’s senses were extraordinarily keen.

He detected the shift in the elder’s tone—from gratitude to caution, even to a hint of deadly intent.

His heart pounded like a drum; he knew he was likely the next target.

After all, both sought the Lingzhi.

“In that case, strike first,” Yun Yi resolved swiftly.

Harnessing the wondrous power of the Blood Concealment Technique, his form seemed to meld seamlessly with the night, nearly invisible.

He approached the elder with utmost caution and determination.

Though a flicker of unease stirred within him—he was but a tiny mosquito, while the elder, a human, loomed like an insurmountable mountain.

Even the sharpest of his stingers seemed insignificant against such a colossal figure.

Yet, survival instinct drove Yun Yi to seek the elder’s weak spots: the neck, the heart, and even the more concealed lower body—life’s most vulnerable places.

“Deadly sting!” he silently intoned.

When close enough to strike, he unleashed his lethal weapon without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, though grievously wounded, the elder remained alert.

Almost simultaneously with Yun Yi’s attack, he sensed the danger and, relying on years of cultivation, deftly wielded his flying swords to form an impenetrable defensive net.

Yun Yi’s stinger streaked through the night like a meteor—swift and precise—but just as it neared its fatal mark, it was astonishingly blocked at impossible angles by the flying swords.

Each clash rang out with sharp, fragmented metallic sounds—crisp and dense—piercing the stillness of the night.

Curious, the elder wondered what kind of hidden weapon could launch such dense and precise attacks accompanied by such unique sounds.

He scanned the area, trying to spot the source with his naked eye, but all he saw were flying sparks and fleeting glimmers of swordlight, nothing else unusual.

“What? The weapon cannot be clearly seen? How is that possible?” Alarm flickered in the elder’s mind. He had never encountered such a concealed and sophisticated concealed weapon, forcing him to reassess the adversary’s strength.

“Use spiritual perception to detect its trace,” he thought, closing his eyes to concentrate.

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