Chapter 148 – This Is Called the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles!

Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon.

The daylight outside the window was chilly.

The library remained sparsely populated, with only occasional students passing through. The vast interior felt empty and quiet.

In a corner, Qin Yang sat on his Slacking Stool, stealing a rare moment of leisure as he leisurely studied the “True Explanation of Crafting.”

A snow-white little fox lay in his arms, rolling over to expose her soft belly. Her pink tongue lolled out slightly, and her four short legs stretched stiffly. Faint, soft snores could be heard…

“She’s really dead asleep.”

Qin Yang tapped Xiaobai’s tongue, tucking it back into her mouth, while pondering the contents of the “True Explanation of Crafting.”

Every part of a fox, from fur and skin to internal organs, could be used as materials for crafting.

“Could the fur of a nine-tailed fox… be used for crafting?”

Thinking this,

Qin Yang stroked Xiaobai’s fluffy tail and quietly released his spiritual energy, seeping into her body to numb her pain receptors.

Back when Xiaobai was breaking through, he had already studied the structure of her fourth tail.

Even if he plucked a few strands now, it wouldn’t wake her.

“Fur from a mid-stage Innate Realm fox should be sufficient, right?”

Qin Yang grabbed a tuft of Xiaobai’s fur and abruptly yanked it upward.

Pluck!

The next moment,

With a tearing sound, a large patch of Xiaobai’s tail was instantly stripped bare.

“Raw materials acquired!”

Qin Yang opened his palm, staring at the tuft of white fur as he recalled the crafting steps. He then attempted to channel Star Power into the fur.

Buzz—

Glimmering starlight gathered, and refining array inscriptions surfaced on the white fur like ink stains, slowly forming mysterious patterns.

Time passed bit by bit.

The soft, fine white fur absorbed the Star Power, undergoing a qualitative change. It gradually stiffened and rose, transforming in an instant into gleaming, cold…

Silver Needles?

“Hmm, still need to remove some impurities.”

Qin Yang stared at the Silver Needles in his palm, generating a wisp of Beast Fire at his fingertip and placing it beneath them. The small flame simmered gently, its high-temperature heat confined around the needles, burning away any excess stray hairs.

A wisp of smoke drifted, filling the air with a faint, charred scent…

A moment later,

Eighty-one Silver Needles hovered in his palm, emitting a piercing, cold gleam.

His first crafting attempt was a great success!

“Not bad, not bad.”

Qin Yang weighed the Silver Needles in his hand, their bone-chilling cold permeating the air and causing the temperature around him to plummet.

With the Silver Needles ready, all that was missing was a containment tool.

After some thought,

Qin Yang retrieved some anvil materials from his Star Ring, applied Beast Fire, and directly smelted them into an exquisite container.

A palm-sized cylindrical barrel with honeycomb holes at the outlet—he stuffed all the Silver Needles inside and supplemented it with array inscriptions to activate the mechanism.

With that, the task was complete!

A delicate and intricate hidden weapon had been born.

“Tsk, not bad,”

Qin Yang lifted it for a closer look, feeling a wave of satisfaction.

Achieving such a level in his first attempt at crafting was already quite impressive.

Using Xiaobai’s fur as the raw material, the wielder could catch opponents off guard, easily piercing through the defenses of an Innate Realm expert and embedding the needles into their body.

For him, it was just the right toy.

Satisfied.

Just then,

Tap, tap.

Outside the door, Xia He suddenly walked in, dressed in a crisp police uniform. He made his way to the corner where Qin Yang was, peeking out from beside a bookshelf.

“You rascal, slacking off again!”He swaggered over, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the object in Qin Yang’s hands. “What’s this, Old Qin?”

“How do you have time to come here?”

Qin Yang was somewhat surprised to see his police uniform. “Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?”

“Tch, Old Qin, are you the only one allowed to slack off? Lately, your buddy here is the police inspector hero—everyone turns a blind eye when I’m around.”

As he spoke, Xia He moved closer, slinging an arm over Qin Yang’s shoulder with a grin. “Researching something good in the corner again? Let your bro have a look?”

“This?”

Qin Yang raised the cylindrical needle tube, his gaze falling on Xia He’s shoulder where a black-armored flying insect had landed. He fell silent for a moment.

“Old Qin, I’m talking to you! Why are you staring at me?”

Xia He waved a hand curiously, pointing at the needle tube. “What are you tinkering with this time?”

“Oh, this?”

Qin Yang stroked the tube and chuckled, making up an explanation. “It’s a hidden weapon I’ve been working on lately… called… hmm, let’s call it Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. Just whipped it up for fun.”

“Just whipped it up?”

Xia He’s expression immediately turned reverent.

L-A-T-E-S-T—N-O-V-E-L—C-H-A-P-T-E-R-S—A-R-E—P-O-S-T-E-D—O-N—(6)(9)(S)(H)(U)(B)(A)(.)(C)(O)(M)!

Over these past few days, he’d finally figured it out.

Every word Qin Yang said had to be interpreted in reverse!

Last time, it was “squeezing in time for alchemy”; the time before that, it was “casually carving arrays”; and now it was “whipping up a hidden weapon for fun”… When Qin Yang claimed he’d thrown it together randomly, the truth was the kid had prepared everything meticulously!

At this thought—

“Ahem, ahem…”

Xia He cleared his throat with a fist, putting on an ingratiating smile. “Old Qin, I’ve never begged anyone in my life… Could you make one of these for me too?”

“You want it?”

“Want it? I’m absolutely craving it, Old Qin!”

Xia He clung to Qin Yang’s arm. “I won’t take it for free—name your price!”

“Talking money hurts feelings. If you want it, just take it.”

Qin Yang shoved the Pear Blossom Needle tube into Xia He’s arms. “I don’t have much use for it anyway, and it didn’t take much effort to make. Consider it a gift.”

After all, the main component of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles came from Xiaobai’s tail contributions—he hadn’t spent much money on it.

And since she didn’t object…

No big deal!

“Whoa, you’re really giving it to me?!”

Xia He cradled the iron tube in delight. “You really don’t want me to pay? Otherwise, I’d feel kinda guilty.”

“It’s fine, no need.”

“Alright, you’re the best, Old Qin! Next meal’s on me! I should get back to my patrol now.”

“Go ahead.”

Qin Yang nodded, watching his retreating back disappear through the doorway, his eyes lingering on that flying insect…

“Did this guy offend someone?”

“Getting watched even in broad daylight?”

Meanwhile, Xiaobai on the table slowly woke up, yawning and sniffing the air before frowning slightly.

Huh?

The smell of something burnt?

Xiaobai looked around in confusion. “Why does this smell familiar?”

……

After some brief small talk, Xia He left the library, mounted his police motorcycle, and returned to his original patrol route to continue his shift.

Not far away.

Two young men in plain clothes watched him, their eyes gleaming with malice.

“This Acquired Realm trash is the one who got Protector Li and the others all killed?”

A buzz-cut man leaned against a tree, scratching at the aberrant insect nest growing on his arm impatiently. “Old Wu, have you investigated his background thoroughly?””Done. He’s just an ordinary guy, only his father has a bit of money…”

Another companion wearing a baseball cap replied, “With such an ordinary background, yet he can produce a Fifth-Level Array—definitely suspicious… We need to find an opportunity to capture this kid.”

“Hmph, you don’t need to worry about that.”

The man with the insect nest on his body laughed, gazing at Xia He’s retreating figure as he slowly said, “He won’t get far. I’ve already planted a Soul-Tracking Insect on him. No matter where he runs, we can catch him!”

“Good, keep a close watch.”

“Once the opportunity arises, we’ll strike and make him pay in blood!”

(End of Chapter)