hsntnovel Chapter 674 Shadowless Needle - Heavenly Net Thread
Chapter 674 Shadowless Needle - Heavenly Net Thread
The flickering light cast an eerie glow over the dim cave.
A glint of light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes. He casually pointed to one of the slightly dimmed lanterns and slowly closed his eyes.
In an instant, a series of happy and heartwarming scenes flashed through his mind.
The bluestone path gleamed with a damp light.
A woman in a moon-white cheongsam walked by, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her figure graceful.
A handsome young man in a blue robe emerged from the alleyway.
Seeing that the alley was narrow, he stepped aside to make way, showing gentleness and courtesy.
The woman nodded slightly in thanks.
As we passed each other, I caught a faint scent of ink and books on his clothes.
A glance back suggests a past connection.
"Girl, what's your name?"
The young man spoke first.
"Fang Wanqing".
The woman hesitated for a moment before softly uttering her name.
The scene changes.
Red candles, wedding veils, and boisterous blessings.
"First bow to Heaven and Earth—Second bow to the parents—Husband and wife bow to each other—"
Inside the bridal chamber, he gently lifted the veil, his eyes filled with amazement and tenderness.
"My wife, you look beautiful tonight."
Her cheeks were flushed, and her voice was barely audible.
"Su Lang, be gentle... I'm afraid of pain."
The years after marriage were truly like a beautiful painting.
With nimble fingers, she embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks.
He wielded his brush and wrote magnificent articles.
The couple lived in perfect harmony, their love as loving and respectful as a musical instrument.
The days were as warm as if they were soaking in honey.
But this warm color shattered unexpectedly.
The pampered husband was deceived by his friend and gradually became addicted to gambling and opium, quickly squandering all of the family's wealth.
The two elderly people in the family were so upset that they fell ill and could not get out of bed.
He passed away not long after.
"boom!"
The door was kicked open violently, and several burly men with menacing faces barged in, their breath reeking of alcohol and a menacing aura.
"Mrs. Su, your husband owes us this amount."
The leader grinned and gestured menacingly.
"That's not all—he bet you on the cards too! It's all in black and white, with a red fingerprint—there's no faking it!"
A crumpled IOU was thrown in front of her.
She could still recognize the handwriting even if it were burned to ashes.
She swayed slightly, her fingertips were icy cold.
"No...impossible..."
"How is it impossible?"
The burly man approached, his lecherous gaze sweeping over her pale face. "Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to have his hands and feet chopped off and fed to the dogs, would you?"
Despair was like ice water, poured over me from head to toe.
The last glimmer of light in her eyes went out.
Two lines of clear tears silently slid down from the corners of her eyes.
The men's laughter and the sound of clothes being torn.
Mixed with suppressed sobs and screams, it shattered the last remaining dream of the rainy alley in Jiangnan.
The scene shifts rapidly.
Her husband, who had fallen into gambling dens and opium dens, was awakened by the last bit of courage hidden in his bones after hearing the bad news.
He grabbed a kitchen knife and went to fight those guys at the casino.
But he was just a weak scholar, and his body had been weakened by wine, women, wealth and power.
Where are they to stand against those bullies?
In no time, he was beaten to the ground with sticks, vomiting blood continuously, and died a few days later.
She went to report the incident to the authorities, but instead her voice was poisoned and she was left to languor on the street.
In utter despair, she walked towards the icy river.
But at that moment, she was grabbed by a cold hand.
"Want revenge?" The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell. "Come with us."
The Yellow Springs gave her a new life, but also a hell.
They were attracted by her looks and skillful hands, and trained her to be a killing machine.
The embroidery needle is coated with a deadly poison that can kill instantly, and the seven-colored silk thread, infused with internal energy, is sharper than a blade.
The delicate fingers that once embroidered peonies can now sever a throat with a flick of the wrist.
Rainy night, at the enemy's mansion.
The final scream faded into silence.
She stood in the pool of blood, looking at the twisted corpses, her face expressionless.
He had avenged his great grudge, but his soul was already empty.
until--
Before the cave, the sharp sound of the silk string snapping became a final lament.
Her figure slumped, and the last thing she saw reflected in her eyes was Lin Mo's cold, demonic figure.
A moment later, all the images disappeared.
call……
Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
The dim light of the revolving lantern in front of us has gone out.
This revolving lantern belonged to a Yellow Springs Assassin whom he had killed.
Lin Mo, who had been through many trials, remained calm and showed little emotion in response.
They showed absolutely no remorse.
His expression was calm, showing little emotion.
In the world of martial arts, grudges and conflicts of principle are not about right or wrong, but about life and death.
With a slight thought, the personal panel appeared.
In the "Techniques" section, a new line of text has quietly appeared:
【Shadowless Needle: Heavenly Net Thread - Xiao Cheng (2026)】
This is Fang Wanqing's lifelong honing of hidden weapon techniques and silk thread skills.
Along with that deep-seated hatred and precision, it has transformed into pure martial arts experience and merged into Lin Mo's mind.
He glanced at the description of this hidden weapon technique.
"Combining transparent threads as fine as spider silk, invisible to the naked eye, with poisoned flying needles, they silently weave a net that can trap you from above..."
The key elements are cunning, poison, and ruthlessness.
With a slight thought, a dark red, hair-thin, blood-patterned steel needle leaped out of the system space and hovered at his fingertip.
Lin Mo raised his fingers and gestured, causing his pure internal energy to surge and wrap around the steel needles in strands.
He flicked his finger—
The sharp needle tip, barely an inch long, vanished in an instant!
Almost at the same moment.
A tiny, almost imperceptible red glow suddenly appeared on the hard cave wall a dozen meters away.
With a soft "hiss," it was like a hot knife cutting into butter.
It sank deep into the rock wall without any obstruction, leaving only a tiny, almost invisible hole!
fast!
sly!
ruthless!
The trajectory of the needle-like rays was completely invisible to the naked eye, as if they had directly traversed space.
In terms of speed, it far surpasses ordinary concealed weapon techniques.
Its stealth is a deadly technique.
"good."
Lin Mo nodded slightly.
"Its speed, power, and stealth are all top-notch. If one can master it, one can set up an invisible killing array in a small space, making it an extremely difficult skill to defend against."
Any skill, when perfected, has the potential to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Unfortunately……
As his thoughts shifted again, the blood-patterned steel needle, embedded deep within the stone wall, trembled slightly.
It transformed into a thin, faint red thread, gracefully flying back on its own, circling around his fingertips.
As easily as using one's arm and fingers, they are of one mind.
"In the end, it's not as direct and satisfying as controlling objects with one's soul."
For Lin Mo, who could precisely control the blood-patterned steel needles with his divine soul to launch more complex and fierce attacks.
The setup method and internal force manipulation technique of this "Heavenly Net Line" appear somewhat complicated and inefficient.
It is more like a sophisticated and deadly art of assassination prepared for ordinary martial artists.
Setting aside the secret manual of hidden weapons for the time being, Lin Mo turned his gaze back to the remaining "carousel" in the air.
This time, he lost interest in examining them closely and merely glanced at them casually.
Soon, he gained several new martial arts skills on his personal panel:
【The Bone-Eating Palm - Lesser Completion (221/)】
【"Star-Picking Finger" - Proficient (2346/)】
【The Dislocated Bone Hand - Da Cheng (798/)】
……
These were all decent martial arts techniques in the martial arts world, but they were nothing new to him, so he lost interest in watching them.
Finally, his gaze fell on the few revolving lanterns that exuded the most eerie aura and whose soul flames burned the brightest.
With a casual click, he selected the most sinister and eerie lamp among them.
Soul light ripples, fragments of memory surge forth—
It was none other than the remnant soul of that skeletal demon!