: Flying Over the Grass - Perfect Ending!

"Captain Su, you don't necessarily mean to...?"

Zhao Qian's smile vanished completely as he watched Su Yang's fingers tapping rhythmically on the hilt of his knife, his eyes filled with surprise and understanding.

"Zui Xian Lou is Hu San's lair, and the only place he'd go right now." Su Yang looked up at the night sky, his tone calm: "The enemy has extended their claws; we can't just cut off the tip, we have to trace it back to its source."

Zhao Qian's heart skipped a beat: "The captain is going to Zuixianlou? That's the territory of the Grand Canal Gang, what if..."

"He's already come knocking on our door, how can we not return it?"

Su Yang interrupted him, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, his fingertips still steadily tapping the hilt of his knife. His tone carried a more confident calculation: "Hu San just escaped death, and right now he's only thinking about safety. Zuixianlou is his safe zone. He's either taking stock of his losses or complaining to his master. This is when he's least on guard, and also when the person behind the scenes is most focused."

He paused, looked up into the depths of the night, and lowered his voice even further: "I'm not going to confront them head-on. I'll only observe from the outside, not delve into the core. Once I sense the aura of a master, I'll withdraw immediately. Tonight's purpose is to ascertain their strength and act accordingly."

Looking at the calmness in his eyes, Zhao Qian's worries subsided slightly—this young man wasn't acting rashly; he had a method to his actions.

............

The inner hall of Ruifeng Cloth Shop.

Zhao Qian folded a note into a bamboo tube, gently knocked on the window, and a gray-feathered carrier pigeon landed in response.

He skillfully tied the bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg and whispered, "Go."

The carrier pigeon took flight and disappeared in the direction of the Huang residence in an instant.

Zhao Qian looked in the direction of the Huang residence, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes that was completely different from his usual expression.

No one knew that this smiling shopkeeper concealed a knife in his sleeve, wore a rope around his waist, and even kept intelligent carrier pigeons.

...........

"Let's go to Zuixianlou after midnight!"

Su Yang stood in his room, secretly making plans.

Instead of immediately going to find Hu San, he decided to continue treading on the grass to improve his skill in flying over grass. After all, the higher one's lightness skill, the better it is for survival!

"Uh... I'll try walking on grass tonight. If that doesn't work, I'll buy a pair of straw sandals tomorrow!"

After walking on the grass for a while, Su Yang suddenly realized that the eight tender blades of grass in his shoes had been trampled into grass mud. This was because grass that had become grass mud would increase proficiency much more slowly.

He didn't delay.

He immediately went to the yard, picked eight more blades of grass and stuffed them into his shoes. He returned to his room and began to stomp his feet gently. With each stomp, he gained a little more skill.

[Grasshopper skill level +1!]

[Grasshopper skill level +1!]

[...]

The night was deep, the moon was hidden and the stars were few.

In the backyard of Ruifeng Cloth Shop, Su Yang stood quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, yet exuding an indescribable lightness.

【Grasshopper (Perfect)】

In his mind, the panel suddenly shone brightly.

In an instant.

A powerful yet subtle flow of information surged into his mind like a tidal wave!

It's no longer about scattered power techniques, but about the ultimate understanding of lightness: how to perfectly integrate internal strength with the blood and energy in the soles of the feet, how to use the faint air currents between heaven and earth to dissipate the downward momentum, and how to use every bit of strength for 'lightness' and 'swiftness' through the coordinated action of the ankles, calves, waist and abdomen.

As the flow of information washed over my mind, a warm current traveled along my meridians straight to my legs!

Su Yang could clearly feel that the tendons in his legs were becoming more and more flexible under the nourishment of the airflow, like a steel rope that had been repeatedly hammered and forged, capable of bursting out with tremendous force in an instant, and also able to bend and deflect force at will.

The fibers of the calf muscles rearrange, becoming firm and elastic. With a gentle push, a continuous elastic force surges upward.

Even the plantar fascia seems to be widened, allowing for more precise perception of subtle undulations in the ground when stepping on it, and the ability to utilize every available reaction force.

"Is this the perfect state of 'Flying Over Grass'?"

Su Yang slowly straightened up and tried to jump lightly.

"Whoosh!"

He didn't consciously exert his internal energy, yet his body rose lightly nearly half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) like a willow catkin lifted by the spring breeze, landing without making a sound, and his toes didn't even bend the grass beneath his feet—this was simply his body's instinctive reaction.

Su Yang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly exerted force with his toes!

This time, he no longer limited himself to jumping in place. His body shot out like an arrow, his toes lightly touching the courtyard wall, using the momentum to flip over, and he landed steadily on the top of the courtyard wall.

With a slight twist of his waist, he darted towards the opposite rooftop. The three-zhang-wide street seemed to move as if it were flat ground beneath his feet. His lateral dash was so fast that he was just a blur. The wind whistled in his ears, but it did not affect his balance at all.

When he landed, he deliberately paused on the tile surface. The glazed tile only sank slightly without making the slightest cracking sound.

"Awesome!"

"I can fly over rooftops and scale walls! I've finally achieved my dream from my past life!"

Su Yang looked down at his legs, feeling their full suppleness and elasticity, and was overjoyed.

The perfect Grass-Flying Technique is not just a light-body skill, but has also completely reshaped the foundation of his lower limbs. At this moment, he truly achieves the lightness of a swallow, and in his leaps and bounds, he seems to become one with the wind.

"With the superb lightness skill to fly across the grass, sneaking into the Drunken Immortal Pavilion at night is a piece of cake!"

He muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes, then turned and, under the cover of the moonlight, sped off towards the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

........

at the same time.

In the secret room on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the candlelight was dim and yellow, casting a long, slender shadow of the pale-faced young master.

He leaned back on the soft couch, his fingertips casually stroking a short blade with a dark blue sheen. The cold light on the blade reflected the deep-seated apprehension in his eyes.

The man in gray knelt on one knee, head bowed, not daring to breathe.

After a long silence, the young master finally spoke, his voice as soft as a breeze, yet carrying a chilling edge: "Mo Li, is there still no news of Mo Kan?"

"Reporting to young master, not yet..."

The man in gray bobbed his Adam's apple and replied in a low voice, "My men searched the entire city, but they couldn't find a single trace. It's as if... he vanished into thin air."

The young master chuckled and toyed with the short blade in his palm: "Disappeared into thin air? I reckon he fell into Huang Shiyun's trap."

The moment the name was uttered, the air in the secret room seemed to grow colder.

He got up and walked to the window, his gaze piercing through the thick night, landing in the direction of Ruifeng Cloth Shop. In his eyes, those quietly standing buildings were not a cloth business, but a carefully laid trap by Huang Shiyun.

"That old fox Huang Shiyun is very cunning."

The young master's tone turned serious: "He knew perfectly well that Li Jingshan was hiding our sect's secrets, yet he hesitated to take action. Instead, he left people at the cloth shop, and even settled Li Jingshan's grandson, Li Xingyun, there... This is not indulgence, but a bait deliberately laid out."

The man in gray suddenly looked up: "Does the young master mean that the cloth shop was a trap from the very beginning?"

"What else did you think?"

The young master turned around, his eyes sharp as knives: "Mo Kan's evil skills have reached a high level, yet he disappeared as soon as he entered Ruifeng Cloth Shop. Apart from the experts Huang Shiyun arranged in advance, who else could have such ability?"

He walked to the table, picked up a chess piece, and slammed it heavily onto the chessboard: "That fat Zhao Qian, always smiling with his abacus, seems to be making money through harmony. But have you ever seen an ordinary shopkeeper who can sit in charge of a cloth shop that hides such secrets for so many years? He is Huang Shiyun's hidden pawn, the fangs guarding the trap. Mo Kan, who disappeared a month ago, was most likely caught in his hands."

The man in gray frowned. "Then... shall we proceed according to the original plan?"

"Move? How do you mean move?"

The young master sneered, "We haven't even figured out what tricks they're up to, yet we rashly barge in. What's the difference between that and suicide? Huang Shiyun set this up to lure us in so he can wipe us all out and get our sect's prized possession. That old fox, what a grand ambition he has!"