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Uesugi Kiyoshi murmured the name and asked subconsciously.

"You are from the Celestial Empire?"

He naturally used Chinese.

Li Fuyao nodded gently and replied in Chinese.

"Well, my dad is from China, and my mom is from Tokyo, so I'm mixed race?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh, as if she had discovered something funny.

"Uesugi-kun's Chinese is very good! Are you from China too?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, "Well, I guess so."

Li Fuyao didn't press further about why Uesugi Kiyoshi had a Japanese name. Instead, she said she was from the Celestial Empire. She glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi thoughtfully, then buried herself in her pencil and started drawing again, seemingly uninterested in chatting.

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook off all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, calmed down, and flipped through the books on the bookshelf.

Although this bookstore is small, it has a surprisingly large collection of books, including many thread-bound books in Chinese, such as "Cai Gen Tan," "Wei Lu Ye Hua," and different versions of "Liaozhai," covering a wide range of topics.

He had just put down an original, dark edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales when he saw a book called "Tang Shou - From Beginner to Expert" next to him.

The contrast caught him somewhat off guard.

He picked it up with great interest and flipped through it. It was published in Japan, and the content wasn't exactly misleading. It contained basic introductory techniques and methods for practicing Tang Shou (a style of Chinese martial arts). He was quite knowledgeable about this.

Tang Shou originated from Ryukyu and became Karate after it was introduced to Japan. Uesugi Kiyoshi was skilled in Goju-ryu Karate and had also studied it diligently.

He casually asked, "Miss Li, are you skilled in Tang Shou (Chinese hand)?"

Li Fuyao didn't stop moving or raise her eyes. She lazily nodded and then shook her head.

"Just call me Fuyao."

"I'll call you Qing too, you know, there aren't that many rules in China."

"I just flipped through Tang Shou's books casually."

"The reason I collected that book is because I have learned White Crane Fist."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded in sudden realization.

Before it was introduced to Ryukyu, Tang Shou (唐手) was derived from Southern Fist White Crane Fist (南拳白鹤拳), so there's nothing wrong with that.

but

Is this someone who has practiced martial arts?

Uesugi glanced at Li Fuyao's thin frame, finding it hard to believe.

He quickly looked around the small shop and began to believe Li Fuyao's words. She might really be aiming to collect all the stories in the world. There were some books in this bookstore that he had never heard of before, and he didn't even know what language they were written in.

If those winding, scribbled symbols could really be called writing.

Seeing Li Fuyao's calm demeanor, he felt there was no point in wasting time here, so he walked up to Li Fuyao and prepared to take his leave.

"plum"

"Yeah, Fuyao."

"Thank you so much for today."

"Although I don't know what your 'herbal tea' is, it really saved me, and I will remember it forever."

Uesugi Kiyoshi recited a string of numbers and politely nodded and bowed slightly.

"This is my phone number. If you need any help from me, please contact me directly. Don't hesitate to ask."

He paused, then became more serious.

"I am not very talented, but I have made some achievements in swordsmanship. If Fuyao has any use for me, I am willing to serve him like a dog."

Upon hearing this, Li Fuyao raised her eyebrows with a touch of allure, smiled serenely, and said softly, "Yes, I saw your sword just now."

She put down the notebook, which contained a black and white pencil sketch.

The image shows the silhouette of a young boy dressed in ordinary sportswear, holding a three-foot-long katana, his gaze cold and sharp, like the gleam of a sword blade.

He landed from mid-air, blood splattering on his katana, and remained motionless amidst the torrential rain.

Behind him was a burly man who had been split in two from head to toe.

All of this was so lifelike, as if the scene had been reenacted, exactly the moment when Uesugi Kiyoshi killed Kuki Akari.

"I understand. I'll contact you if anything comes up, Qingjun."

Li Fuyao smiled, her tone inexplicably excited. She tore the sketch out of the notebook and handed it to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"I'll give it to you. You came all this way, I couldn't let you leave empty-handed."

Uesugi Kiyoshi paused for a moment, then took the drawing paper and carefully tucked it inside his shirt to prevent it from getting wet in the rain.

"Thank you."

"I have something to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Uesugi Kiyoshi gave Li Fuyao a deep look, nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned and walked out of the Hyakumonkan gate.

The boy's figure disappeared into the rain, and the door closed gently.

The light inside the room flickered and dimmed unpredictably.

Li Fuyao's smile, illuminated by the flashing lights, took on a somewhat meaningful quality.

She crossed her legs, blushed, and smiled shyly, exuding a seductive and alluring charm.

A few seconds later, she exhaled a misty breath.

It is gray and black, like lead flakes, exactly like a mirage.

"My lovely Qing~ How can herbal tea save a life~"

"But I can."

She blew a breath, and wisps of white smoke rose from the small incense burner on the table, carrying a strong sandalwood scent that swallowed and assimilated the mirage in the air.

At the same time, perhaps driven by the smoke, the sketchbook on Li Fuyao's desk, which he used for sketching, moved without any wind, and several pages flipped with a rustling sound.

In a dilapidated apartment, Uesugi Kiyoshi swiftly and decisively ended the life of a bloody demon with a fruit knife.

Inside the kendo dojo, Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed to Izumi Hidekawa and became his disciple.

Scenes of Uesugi Kiyoshi slaying demons on the road, by the bridge, and in a ramen shop.

At Yokota's residence, Uesugi Kiyoshi shattered Yokota's beliefs with a single sword strike, causing his soul to dissipate.

Every detail is captured perfectly, and the images are incredibly lifelike.

This is a story about Uesugi Kiyoshi's growth as a swordsman.

Li Fuyao casually closed her sketchbook, stared blankly at the direction of the gate for a long time, and then laughed like a silver bell.

"Qing."

"So cute~"

"Ah sneeze"

Uesugi Kiyoshi sneezed violently and sniffed hard. The weather was quite cold, and he had been caught in the rain. He wondered if his current physical condition could withstand a cold.

He had walked several dozen meters and arrived at the place where he had almost fallen into despair.

He was going to pick something up, that bloody human head.

He wanted to find out who this person was and which faction had ordered him to assassinate him.

Then retaliate.

As soon as he stepped outside, Uesugi Kiyoshi sensed something was wrong; he could faintly hear the sound of police sirens.

After he took a few steps, he found that many police officers had already arrived at the scene.

Hmm. Actually, it was pretty fast. From the time he killed the person until now, it's only been about ten minutes.

This is already considered highly efficient.

The head of the man in black has been found by the police, and a young-looking female officer is trying to collect it as evidence with a look of disgust.

Uesugi Kiyoshi can't give this thing to her.

He stepped forward, his tone very gentle.

"Um, I'm sorry, officer."

"Can I have this back?"

"This is what I dropped here."

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Chapter 71 Past Events of the Extreme Path

It was a gloomy and dark evening, with a sky full of leaden clouds, torrential rain, and thunder and lightning.

The ground was littered with gruesome corpses and severed limbs.

A young policewoman, barely suppressing her nausea, went to collect a human head that had rolled to the side of the road, its wound revealing a bloody, mangled cross-section.

This is terrifying enough in itself.

Just then, a faint, eerie voice came from behind her, its sound muffled by the wind and rain.

"Can I have this back?"

"This is what I dropped here."

Turning around in fear, she saw a boy covered in blood, his clothes tattered, his face pale, and his eyes narrowed in a smile.

His originally handsome face appeared terrifying in this eerie atmosphere.

If Uesugi Kiyoshi's neck were completely bare, the photo could be used directly as a horror movie.

What kind of human suffering is this, and where did this urban legend come from?

The young policewoman's mind froze. After a few seconds of silence, a piercing scream squeezed from her throat echoed through the streets and alleys. The policewoman stumbled back a few steps, stepping on the head of the person on the ground. She rolled over and fell into the rain. She supported herself with her hands and kept moving backward on the ground, her face pale with fright.