He stood up without any hesitation:

"Let’s go."

Si Ye followed closely behind, only to see Gentle right after stepping out the door.

Meeting each other’s gaze, Gentle showed a stiff smile:

"Third Brother, where are you going?"

"...Catching a ghost in a jar."

Chu Qing was momentarily speechless:

"Are you going?"

"Going!"

Gentle nodded without any hesitation.

Chu Qing didn’t stop her, and though Si Ye wanted to say something, seeing Chu Qing agreed, he kept quiet.

The ambush had long been prepared, and when Chu Qing and Gentle arrived, at least on the surface, there were no traces of anyone hidden.

However, for a master, such hiding means little.

Gentle only needed to sniff slightly to know where people were nearby.

While Chu Qing, with a twitch of his ears, also understood most of it.

The reason for choosing such an ambush was, firstly, to startle the snake, and secondly, to lure it out.

The letter from Cao Qiupu mentioned that the person’s martial arts shouldn’t be weak, and even Hua Meiren on the Seventy-two Evil Extermination List felt the pressure facing him.

In such a situation, one cannot hope that the other party is unaware there is an ambush here.

The only hope is that the other party will disdain this mere ambush...

This too is a kind of illusion.

If a real master intended to catch him, coming alone to hide his aura would actually be the best choice.

Because this way, it’s extremely difficult for him to detect.

But to Chu Qing, such an approach is akin to "there are no three hundred taels of silver here," and the other party is very likely to sense a change and thus not dare to approach rashly.

But now they’ve actually gathered a group of people, blatantly telling the other party, we not only noticed the issue but also made responses and preparations.

From a master’s mindset, they might take the risk to try, at the very least, to figure out what change has occurred over at the Mirror of Sin.

As soon as this person shows up, Chu Qing can directly make a move.

The next thing to do is to wait...

Time passed by second by second.

Gentle’s face didn’t show any sign of tension, occasionally her gaze wandered as if looking for something interesting.

Chu Qing recalled what Wen Fusheng mentioned to him during the day about the Celestial Fragrance Body.

He had the intention to check Gentle’s pulse, but this wasn’t the right place.

With the Xu time just in sight, the surroundings remained quiet.

Si Ye couldn’t help but look at Chu Qing, feeling somewhat anxious.

Chu Qing gently shook his head, telling him to remain calm, as the saying goes, "man proposes, God disposes."

Every plan has the possibility of failure, just wait and see, no need to be overly consumed.

Moreover, he had a feeling that even if this person doesn’t come today... there would still be some gain.

In the blink of an eye, the time entered Xu, and half the time had passed.

Just when Si Ye thought this person probably wouldn’t come today, a ghostly silhouette appeared without warning.

Just as Cao Qiupu’s letter described, this person was dressed in black with a masked face, hair slightly red.

Their gaze was filled with a sense of deathly silence.

He spoke softly:

"You all may as well come out, I have some questions to ask."

Chu Qing’s brow furrowed slightly, and as his thoughts turned, his inner breath suddenly skipped a beat intentionally, causing a surge of energy to leak out.

The person immediately sensed this and was already before him without any wind beneath his feet.

This move was truly horrifying!

The encirclement today was already very large, Chu Qing was at least fifteen or sixteen yards away from this person.

Without seeing any change in his steps, he had already crossed such a distance in the blink of an eye, such lightweight technique was rarely heard of, let alone seen.

At the same time, he reached out, and something flew straight toward Chu Qing.

As it flew, it emitted a tremor-inducing sound.

As the sound spread, everyone hidden around let out painful howls, even Si Ye showed an expression of pain.

Gentle, on the other hand, showed no expression... but then, this girl always lacked emotional expression, even if she felt uncomfortable, her face wouldn’t show it.

Chu Qing was protected by the Mingyu Scripture, and though the sound was piercing, seemingly going straight into his brain, its effect on him was minimal.

At that moment, he recalled what the old beggar had once said...

Soul-Hunting Guard... Sang Qing!

Lightweight Technique [Hundred Ghosts Wander], special skill is [Ghostly Wail Thirteen Needles]!!

All thoughts flashed in an instant, Chu Qing’s figure turned, and with the Mingyu Scripture secretly powering in his palm, he turned around and grabbed the object.

But he let out a muffled grunt.

The person didn’t expect Chu Qing to have hidden measures amongst all this, hearing the sound, he assumed the needle struck true, immediately reaching out to grasp Chu Qing’s chest.

Seeing that this hand was about to land, Chu Qing suddenly drew a circle with his hand, and a palm struck forth fiercely.

Regretful Dragon!

The Dragon Roar carried endless frosty cold, the icy white Dragon Form True Qi had already collided with the opponent’s palm before fully manifesting.

The person’s expression was not visible, yet their gaze instantly swept from deathly silence to extreme shock!

"Despicable!!!"

This move by Chu Qing was nothing short of a sneak attack.

The person never expected that someone within the ambush, able to betray their aura over a single sentence, could be so cunning.

Clearly with exceptional martial arts, yet feigning weakness.

Chu Qing’s palm came at just the right moment, even if the opponent wanted to change tactics midway, it was too late; wanting to channel inner strength again, yet before the inner breath reached the palm, it was already blocked by Chu Qing’s palm force and the inner breath of the Mingyu Scripture right at the ’doorstep’.

Then further ’barging in’, taking advantage of the opponent’s difficulty in gathering inner strength, directly seizing territory, with inner breath invading the opponent’s meridians.

Just then a thunderous boom mixed with the tail end of Dragon Roar’s sound.

At the moment of contact, the silhouette flew backwards.

The only thing said was ’despicable’, and in fact, this process was so fast, the opponent couldn’t finish the word ’despicable’; the lingering sound of the character ’picable’ still echoed when he was mid-air.

Chu Qing didn’t care whether he cursed or not, for an assassin, it’s often hands-on with no chatter.

In a flash of movement, like a breeze of green smoke, none present noticed how he moved, having already crossed the distance to the black-clad man, arriving right where the figure fell.

With a right fist clenched, fist enveloped in frost, it suddenly unfolded, and in an instant, flying frost spread, it was the Falling Frost and Snow from Celestial Frost Fist.

The momentum of the fist twisted, hitting the person’s waist before he could turn.

A cracking sound rang out, the punch carried a twisting force, directly shattering the person’s spine upon entering the body.

Causing him to spin twistedly and fly out again!

This time, Chu Qing didn’t strike again, letting him spin several times in mid-air before plopping to the ground with a splat.

He couldn’t straighten up, only able to lie there spitting blood.

This whole process sounds complicated, but it all occurred within the blink of an eye.

The man launched an attack, got struck by Chu Qing’s palm, flew out, and Chu Qing followed up with another fist strike.

Fast against fast, by the time the crowd reacted, it was all over.

Si Ye didn’t bother to check Chu Qing’s condition, quickly approaching the man, checking his breathing and examining his meridians, confirming that the man wasn’t dead... Chu Qing had held back enough to spare his life.

Nevertheless, he was half-dead, Si Ye took an elixir from his bosom, administering it to the man.

He looked over at Chu Qing, who was examining an object in his hand.

It was a three-inch long black iron needle, called a needle, yet its length made it almost like an awl.

Its material apparently uncommon, icy to the touch.

The tip was incredibly sharp, not poisoned.

The end was crafted into a skull shape, hollow inside, similar to Cao Qiupu’s Divine Sound Sword, it produced sound waves through its hollow construction, causing some degree of sonic attack.

After examining it, Chu Qing approached the man with the needle in hand.

The man was also looking at Chu Qing, filled with unwilling anger:

"Despicable... scoundrel..."

Though possessing extraordinary martial skills, he managed only a pitifully ineffective strike.

Having been deceived by Chu Qing... he felt utterly aggrieved by the defeat.

Chu Qing chuckled:

"Come, tie him up for me!"