Transmigration with Cheat Codes Chapter 47.1: Winter Plums

Any expert was highly sensitive to the killing intent.

Ah Zhuo was very young, but as the Young Mistress of the Green Moth Palace, she had a distinguished teacher to instruct her. Her martial arts were quite advanced, but in that fleeting moment of sensing the killing intent, two conflicting emotions surged within her heart.

Why did she feel a killing intent behind her?

Lin Zhiqi was undoubtedly a trustworthy person. Feeling the killing intent himself, but not warning her, could it be that something happened to him?

She hesitated for a moment, until the blade's edge touched her, a piercing pain, like drowning in a frozen lake during the coldest days of winter, struck her. It was only then that she instinctively exerted force to dodge.

This slight dodge marked the boundary between life and death.

The short knife continued its thrust, like piercing tofu, it went straight into Ah Zhuo's lower back, but at a slight angle, three points off the mark, and three points lower.

The gleam of the blade reflected on the shy face of the young man, making his eyes slightly shine. In the depths of his eyes, a hint of dark red flashed, as if a sinister flame had ignited in the deep night.

Ah Zhuo fell forward, her face buried in the snow. The blade was smeared with a potent poison capable of simultaneously killing ten fierce tigers.

If not for the Green Moth Palace's expertise in using poison for medical purposes and her own resistance to poison, she would have succumbed to her death in the instant the blade struck.

Just as Lin Zhiqi was contemplating a follow-up attack, a faint, sudden sound of breaking air came from behind. Sensing danger, he immediately dodged, executing a nimble somersault to the side.

If described in gaming terms, the Green Moth Palace could be considered a sect with a natural agility buff, providing bonuses to evasion. Their movements were exceptionally agile and dynamic, resembling the graceful maneuvers of a swimming fish as they shifted and glided.

Lin Zhiqi initially thought he could easily dodge the hidden weapon coming from behind, but he suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain in his arm. His blood surged within, causing a fiery sensation.

The hidden weapon's momentum didn't cease; it pierced through the accumulated snow, shattered the stone slabs beneath the snow, and deeply embedded itself in the ground.

Lin Zhiqi glanced at it and was surprised to find that the concealed weapon that had forced him to hastily retreat was just a flower.

A winter plum blossom tainted with faint traces of blood.

Winter plums were soft, and to shoot them out like arrows without damaging them required not only profound internal strength but also perfect control over force. Achieving such a level demanded decades of dedicated cultivation.

In a moment, numerous thoughts raced through Lin Zhiqi's mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall which martial arts senior had just intervened to stop him.

At this moment, a low, hoarse cough could be heard in the distance.

Meng Jintang felt a slight regret. She wasn't sure if there would be an unexpected situation during the fire, and she was uncertain where it might occur. She had to rely on her qinggong, continuously leaping to places where no one had gone.

When she saw the seemingly shy young man making a sudden move to harm the girl next to him, she was quite far from the incident site, beyond the range she could reach with her fingers. At that moment, with the winter plum in her hand, she used the flower as a concealed weapon.

The compatibility between the winter plum blossom and the ‘Testing the Waters’ technique wasn't very high. Although the system didn't prompt a message like "Your weapon is not handy," the difference in power was evident compared to using silver needles or stone projectiles.

Moreover, the loud breaking sound it generated was too prominent. Before hitting the target, the opponent was frightened and scattered like a rabbit. The movements of the young man were exceptionally nimble and agile, with a slightly peculiar walking direction.

Following the winter plum, Meng Jintang promptly followed up with a silver needle, but unfortunately, it didn't hit its mark.

Despite the heavy snowfall, Lin Zhiqi felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, soaking through his clothes. In an instant, it froze in the cold northern wind, leaving him with a sense of despair, realizing there was no escape.

The qinggong he learned was called "Chaotic Flower Steps." In reality, this martial art initially had no name, but the predecessors of the Green Moth Palace, inspired by the refined naming conventions of Central Plains practitioners, decided to give it a more elegant title.

Among various beautiful words, they chose the character ‘flower’ and creatively named it ‘Chaotic Flower Trembles’.

...It's not entirely inappropriate. It just felt a bit peculiar.

The disciples of the Green Moth Palace claimed not to leave their premises, but occasionally they went outside to buy things or gather herbs.

Meeting people from the Central Plains, they finally encountered someone with a satisfactory level of culture and conscience, willing to offer opinions to others. As a result, the name of their qinggong underwent a slight adjustment to ‘Chaotic Flower Steps’.

According to the system's rating, ‘Chaotic Flower Steps’ could be cultivated up to level eight. Its principles differed from the Central Plains schools, and its footwork was exceptionally peculiar.

Meng Jintang, lacking understanding, miscalculated and let the opponent escape once. Fortunately, the speed of the young man's retreat wasn't too fast. Immediately, she released three consecutive needles, trying to compensate for the disadvantage in accuracy with quantity.

The method was correct, and the execution was successful. The young man dodged two silver needles, but ultimately was struck by the third one. That silver needle instantly pierced through the opponent's internal energy barrier and embedded itself—

—in the buttocks.

Meng Jintang was speechless.

She initially aimed for the opponent's knee, but his proficiency in body movement was truly exceptional. He skillfully evaded the vital points in his legs, redirecting the hidden weapon to a fleshy area with thicker defense.

It seemed he possessed rich experience in responding to adversaries, making him an extraordinary young martial artist.

The wound caused by the silver needle wasn't particularly severe, but infused with Meng Jintang's internal energy, it directly left the young man's lower body numb and caused him to collapse to the ground with a thud.

Meng Jintang lightly tapped on a branch and gracefully glided through the air. Before she landed, she heard footsteps hastily approaching this location.

“……”

Generally speaking, when someone committed a crime and was not present at the scene, whoever appeared afterward was either the actual perpetrator or a well-intentioned third party unaware of the true situation.

Considering that Meng Jintang shouldn't have been present in the first place, the arriving person could also have been the initially suspected scapegoat.

The footsteps grew louder, and the young man lying on the ground also heard them. Like a drowning person grabbing onto a straw, he immediately shouted, "Help! There's a highly skilled martial thief with malicious intentions towards our Young Palace Mistress!"

Meng Jintang was puzzled.

She suddenly realized that the unfortunate young man who had been pierced in the buttocks was quite skilled. Not only did he speak rapidly, but he also fabricated a story at an impressive pace. In the blink of an eye, he concocted a plausible motive and character for the assailant.

The person leading the team towards the Winter Plum Grove was Nan Qi, one of the twelve guardians of Nanjia Fort.

They were originally orphans, fortunate enough to be adopted by Nanjia Fort. They adopted the surname of their sect and were named according to the order of their admission, from the first to the twelfth.

*TLN: Qi is the number seven in Chinese

Nan Qi felt extreme anxiety. He vaguely understood that something was amiss within the fort.

Today, there was a sudden fire in the old house, causing chaos. In the midst of the confusion, he discovered that the young mistress of the Green Moth Palace had inexplicably gone missing.

Immediately, the entire fort launched a search. If the heir of the Flower Butterfly Valley died here, it would undoubtedly lead to drastic changes and upheavals in the situation in Ye Zhou.

Not long after, they discovered tracks that seemed to belong to Ah Zhuo and Lin Zhiqi. As they followed these traces, they suddenly heard such a piercing and miserable scream.

If it weren't for their internal skill foundation and decent mental composure, they might have almost succumbed to a bout of meditation psychosis right then and there.

The guards, armed with sharp weapons, hurriedly arrived. However, when they entered the winter plum grove and saw the scene clearly, they fell into a peculiar state of confusion once again.