: Overlord Blade = King of the Tiger with a Blade on His Back?

A cold wind swept through the archery range, carrying sand and dust, and the sounds of the more than one hundred guards training their drills were more somber than usual.

Yang Yunxing dismissed everyone and called Su Yang and Wang Tiezhu aside to a secluded place. His face was as solemn as iron: "There is something I need to tell you two. Recently, many experts from the Demonic Sect have appeared in Jingling City."

"The Demonic Sect?"

Wang Tiezhu's face darkened.

"That's right." Yang Yunxing's voice was extremely low, icy: "Master Liu of the Golden Knife Martial Arts School in the west of the city and Master Zhao of the Iron Arm in the south of the city died violently one after another in the past few days. One was shattered by a black palm print, and the other died from a cold palm force, his body covered in frost. This is exactly the way of the Demonic Sect."

Su Yang frowned. The Demonic Sect wouldn't get up early without profit, so why were they gathering in Jingling?

"These people act mysteriously and ruthlessly, as if they are searching for something, but no one knows what it is."

Yang Yunxing glanced at the two men and said solemnly, "The Huang family is a big target, so it's inevitable that they'll keep an eye on you. When you're on patrol, you must be extra vigilant. If you encounter any suspicious strangers, just report them and don't confront them without permission. But if they try to force their way in, don't hesitate to take action."

He specifically looked at Su Yang: "You have great talent and are progressing quickly, but the world is a deep and dangerous place. Staying true to yourself and practicing diligently are the foundation for your future."

"Rest assured, Coach, we will be very careful!"

Five days of accumulation—daytime practice, nighttime cultivation, and the daily, unwavering nourishing soup—finally yielded these crucial 100 simplification points.

"simplify!"

Su Yang looked at the twenty-five moves of the Overlord Blade technique on the panel and confirmed his understanding.

【你消耗100简化点简化《四十九式霸刀.残25/49》……简化中……简化成功......《四十九式霸刀.残25/49》=背刀观虎王！】

The moment Su Yang's consciousness was confirmed, a notification popped up in his mind.

The greatest truths are the simplest.

[Su Yang]

[Martial Arts/Skills: Tiger Form Fist (Perfect), Blade Breaker Technique (Perfect), Armor-Piercing Dart Technique (Perfect), Forty-Nine Style Overlord Blade. Incomplete 25/49 (Not yet mastered 0/1000)]

[Simplified point: 1.1]

【Forty-Nine Styles of Overlord Blade. Fragment 25/49 = Back-Sword Viewing Tiger King】

"The King Who Watches the Tiger with a Sword on His Back?"

Looking at the simplified results on the panel, Su Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Back then, the Tiger Form Fist was simplified to "Touching the Tiger," and even tiger bones could be considered "tigers." This "King of Tiger Watching" would likely also be effective if one observed objects with the aura of a fierce tiger, such as tiger bones and tiger claws.

Tiger bones were stored in the medicine drawer of the medicinal kitchen.

However, it is too late to go now, so we can only wait until tomorrow to find Old Zheng to help us.

Once he had made up his mind, he got out of bed and pulled out the dark purple leather sword manual from under his pillow.

My fingertips traced the deep knife marks on the cover, and I sniffed the air. Besides the scent of leather and ink, there was still a faint, astringent herbal aroma.

The incomplete map that had been revealed by wiping it with dew has now disappeared with the evaporation of the water, but the strange directional codes, the blood-red circle in the core area, and the tiny character "demon" are clearly imprinted in his mind.

"Instructor Yang said the Demonic Sect is searching for something all over Jingling, and this sword manual contains a map with the character 'Demon' in it... Could there be a connection between the two?"

Su Yang brushed his fingertips against the faint, astringent herbal scent emanating from the sword manual's cover, his heart filled with vigilance: "This kind of item, capable of driving Liu Shiyuan to his death and driving the man in black mad, is no ordinary object!"

The smell was too peculiar; it didn't smell like a typical preservation process, but rather like... some kind of mark.

Rumors circulated in the martial arts world.

Some secret traditions or organizations often leave marks or scents on important objects that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, in order to track them. If this sword manual is truly involved with the Demonic Sect, it is highly likely that it has been tampered with.

Having them by your side is like having a guiding light on your forehead, constantly showing you where you are.

"This thing is too dangerous. It cannot be left in the manor, much less carried on one's person."

Su Yang made a decisive decision.

The safest way is to take advantage of the next time you leave the mansion and hide it in a secret place known only to yourself.

As the acting deputy captain, he had a perfect excuse—to lead patrols, escort goods, and make purchases.

The terrain outside Jingling City is complex, and the patrol routes already cover some remote areas, making it perfect for tampering with things somewhere.

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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

As soon as Su Yang stepped into the archery range, before he could even stretch his muscles, he saw Coach Yang Yunxing striding towards him from the direction of the gate, his face solemn, followed by two attendants.

"Su Yang, Wang Tiezhu!"

Yang Yunxing's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable force, instantly drowning out the sparse birdsong of the early morning and the rustling sounds of the guards preparing for drills.

Su Yang and Wang Tiezhu, who was carrying stone weights, immediately stopped, turned around, and clasped their hands in greeting: "Instructor!"

"I just received a message from Butler Ye."

Yang Yunxing glanced at the two men and said succinctly, "There is a batch of newly harvested golden thread lotus and garden ginseng in the medicinal garden of Li Family Village outside the city that needs to be urgently transported back to the mansion for Elder Zheng's urgent use. At present, the area outside the city is inhabited by a mixed group of refugees and is not very stable, so we need capable people to protect them."

He paused briefly, then looked at Su Yang: "You are meticulous, and Wang Tiezhu is experienced. Butler Ye has selected your team of ten to be in charge of this escort."

As he spoke, he handed Wang Tiezhu a letter bearing the official seal of the Huang family's foreign affairs office: "Make preparations immediately. Depart at the beginning of Chenshi (7:00 AM). Transport the medicinal herbs back safely. Go and return quickly, without lingering along the way, and absolutely do not provoke any trouble. Understand?"

"Yes, sir! I obey!"

Wang Tiezhu took the document, his voice booming.

Su Yang's heart stirred – they would set off at Chenshi (7-9 AM), when the sky was already bright and the crowds were gradually increasing.

Leave the city!

This unexpected assignment was a perfect solution to the problem he was struggling with: the hot potato knife manual that he absolutely could not keep by his side!

He showed no emotion on his face, only replying calmly, "Your subordinate obeys. I will act with utmost care and ensure the safe delivery of the medicinal herbs."

Yang Yunxing nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Su Yang's face for a moment longer. He lowered his voice, making sure the two of them could hear him clearly: "Su Yang, the area outside the city is not like the area inside the mansion. It's chaotic and confusing. You must observe more, listen more, and speak less. If anything happens, protecting the caravan and your colleagues is your top priority."

"Your subordinate will heed your teachings!"

Su Yang felt a chill run down his spine and nodded.

Yang Yunxing said no more and waved his hand: "Go and prepare. The carriages are already waiting at the side gate."

Wang Tiezhu immediately turned around and swiftly gathered his men.

Su Yang then quickly returned to Jingjie Courtyard and bolted the door shut behind him.

He bent down and retrieved a long, tightly wrapped strip from under the bricks at the far end of the bed—the dark purple, nameless sword manual. As his fingertips touched the wrapping, a faint, pungent smell, like aged herbs mixed with peculiar ink, seemed to emanate from it again.

After quickly checking the package's seal and confirming it was sealed properly, I carefully concealed it in a specially designed hidden pocket inside my undershirt. Even through the clothing, I could still feel its heavy weight and a strange chill.