Chapter 390: Extreme Terror, God-level Textile Technique

Passive Value: 24125.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou only regretted not staying a few more minutes in the banquet hall.

Just one thousand!

Just one thousand Passive Value, and he could reach twenty-five thousand.

Twenty-five thousand meant five second-tier skill points, which would make it Grandmaster-level "Fangzhi Jingtong"!

But now, even if he exchanged everything...

"Fangzhi Jingtong (Xian Tian Lv.6)."

"Fangzhi Jingtong (Xian Tian Lv.10)."

Just one level short!

Damn it...

He never expected such a sudden situation!

Suppressing the flood of new knowledge rushing into his mind, Xu Xiaoshou chewed through it all. Even though his "Fangzhi Jingtong" hadn't reached Grandmaster level, a surge of confidence still rose within him.

He had comprehended this wave of knowledge by observing the nested Ling Zhen in the sea of flowers. It was merely "textile technique," yet from this vast knowledge system, Xu Xiaoshou still found the answers he sought.

"Reconstruct!"

By reconstructing through textile, he could layer a new veil over his current textile framework, achieving a function similar to "Ling Zhen nesting"!

Xu Xiaoshou was thrilled.

As expected, mastery-type Passive Skills were meant to be used in battle!

Different enemies brought different inspirations.

If it were ordinary point skills, Xu Xiaoshou never would have connected this unassuming "reconstruct" with the "nested Ling Zhen" before him.

Lv.10 "Fangzhi Jingtong" was only one level away.

After absorbing this wave of knowledge, Xu Xiaoshou felt it was more than enough.

After all, the Ling Zhen here was incredibly unique—possessing powerful functions, yet only at the Grandmaster level!

Pitting his peak Xian Tian "textile technique" against a Grandmaster-level "nested Ling Zhen"...

A gust of wind blew, and behind Xu Xiaoshou, the hundreds of Ling Needles instantly separated into nearly a thousand!

The dense array of Ling Needles pulsed in the void, overlapping in rows, creating an illusion of a three-dimensional light screen.

The opponent clearly knew Xu Xiaoshou understood Ling Zhen principles, but as for these Ling Needles...

As expected, they had no clue!

Xu Xiaoshou sneered.

If you could understand this "textile technique," that would be the real surprise!

"Passive Value from being schemed against: 1."

The moment this message popped up, Xu Xiaoshou leaped up, detaching from the ground and soaring into the air.

In the next second, a light circle materialized where he had stood.

A teleportation array!

Sure enough, that person could designate the teleportation array's position at will, using only this Grandmaster-level Ling Zhen to achieve it!

Terrifying!

Without hesitation, Xu Xiaoshou directed the Ling Needles behind him to move as he willed, stabbing straight toward the newly appeared light circle on the ground.

A flurry of rustling sounds erupted as the Ling Needles danced like soaring dragons, piercing the vulnerable, unprotected teleportation light circle.

With almost no effort, the light circle burst with a "pop."

Even its fragments, under the high-frequency barrage of the Ling Needles, dissolved into shimmering light points.

And those light points were obliterated into nothingness by the fierce, violent attacks of the Ling Needles!

The person on the other side was stunned!

It seemed they had never seen anyone use Ling Zhen principles like this before, and they were clearly shocked.

Void array patterns were one thing, but Ling Needles with attack properties...

What was going on?

Weren't Ling Zhen supposed to be set up in advance to lure enemies in and trap them like turtles in a jar?

Just like now, they wanted to catch Xu Xiaoshou in that jar.

But this turtle not only knew Ling Zhen—it even knew Ling Needles!

And these damn Ling Needles could directly weave new array patterns, overlaying and covering their teleportation light screen!

With this reconstruction, their Ling Zhen had completely lost its original essence!

What the hell—this was playing dirty!

Unlike the opponent's bewilderment, after successfully testing his idea, every cell in Xu Xiaoshou's body trembled with excitement.

"Does it really work?"

So, his Ling Needles and Ling Zhen principles were meant for breaking conventional Ling Zhen?

For someone with "textile technique," Ling Zhen was just like clothing—I don't care how fancy, beautiful, or expensive your clothes are.

One needle from me, and they're ruined!

"This is way too overpowered!"

"Is 'textile technique' really used like this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled; he felt like he had strayed from the path again.

But this time, the detour seemed highly beneficial for him and disastrous for his enemies...

The enemies must be crying!

Xu Xiaoshou was in high spirits. With a wave of his hand, the thousand Ling Needles became like hyperactive sprites on stimulants, jumping and darting wildly, stabbing back and forth between the void and the sea of flowers without mercy or fatigue!

This was disastrous.

It was like a brush soaked in ink splattering chaotically over a magnificent painting. At first, the painting just hissed with protest under the assault.

That was still manageable.

After all, what was more precious than a famous painting was a defiled one.

But if the defilement wasn't just a single stroke, but countless ones...

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Ling Zhen exploded!

The instant trio of pop-up messages perfectly captured the opponent's shattered mindset.

Anyone seeing their painstakingly crafted Ling Zhen destroyed so easily would probably question their entire existence!

Xu Xiaoshou laughed.

He quietly pulled out some pills and sucked them down greedily.

As his body shuddered, twitched, and convulsed, his Qi Hai spiritual energy replenished, and the Ling Needles' frenzied dance only intensified, growing even more manic.

"No good, I need to find time to upgrade 'Yuanqi Manman'."

"Using 'textile technique' like this isn't just too much for the Ling Zhen—it'll wear out my body too!"

Xu Xiaoshou trembled as he pulled out another "Yuan Ting Dan."

The Ling Refining Pills restored energy too slowly!

They couldn't keep up with this attack pace at all!

"Hiss!"

He sucked it in.

"Mm."

His body jolted.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The void shattered!

"Passive Value from being suspected: 1, 1, 1..."

Sparks and electric lights shot everywhere, clearly indicating that some untriggered attack Ling Zhen in the area had been affected.

The magnificent Ling Zhen tapestry, standing beautifully in the void against the sea of flowers, was now unrecognizable under Xu Xiaoshou's merciless Ling Needle assault.

This explosion wasn't limited to a small area.

The blasts echoed like thunder, pulling everything down in a chain reaction!

In just a short while, the torn Ling Zhen sent up mushroom clouds amid the violent roars.

The flaw in the nested Ling Zhen became apparent.

Normally, if you couldn't spot the structural issues, it was more resilient than other Ling Zhen.

But once it exceeded its limits, everything would blow.

Xu Xiaoshou's "textile reconstruction" didn't care about any structural problems—it just went all in.

If it didn't explode, that was just luck!

One needle wasn't enough? Then add another!

When the destruction reached its peak and the red veins of the Ling Zhen spread across half the sea of flowers...

Even Xu Xiaoshou sensed something was wrong.

He could withstand a normal blast with his Grandmaster physique, but this time...

"Hmm?"

"No way?"

Xu Xiaoshou halted, making the Ling Needles stop in the void.

At that very moment, a blurry figure shot out from the far distance, and a hoarse voice, as if unused for years, rang out.

"Stop!"

Too late!

The sea of flowers' turquoise blue Ling Zhen had already been fully overrun by red, even turning the sky a bloody crimson.

In that instant, it seemed all the strong experts in the Chengzhu Fu became aware, turning their gazes in the same direction.

Amid the sea of flowers, as Xu Xiaoshou suddenly dove into the ground...

It was like a blazing sun crashing down upon the world. The night sky lit up in an instant, followed by a earth-shattering explosion that erupted!

"Boom—"