Twilight's Threshold Chapter 175: Ghost Stitching Needle - Novel Cool

Chapter 175: Ghost Stitching Needle

Chapter 175: Ghost Stitching Needle

"Has a winner been decided?"

Looking at the eerie and silent scene on the stage, not a single person in the audience on either side dared to breathe heavily.

The techniques of the Soul Punishment Sect were truly too bizarre. Killing a pig from head to toe without it feeling pain or trying to escape was already bizarre enough. Now, even after the pig’s head was cut off, the pig was still alive and could even eat grass.

This shocking scene made everyone from both sides feel their scalp tingle. If she could do this to a pig, could she do the same to a person?

Those who had been captivated by the charming and cute Miss Sweet Potato Burn suddenly snapped out of their trance.

When they looked at her again, she exuded an indescribable aura of sinister eeriness.

At the same time, some people glanced at the colorful old man, feeling a deep sense of despair.

There was a saying in the martial world that performances could counter the Soul Punishment techniques, which was why the Red Lantern Lady Association invited an old master from the Performance Sect to the stage. However, whether or not this was true depended on the circumstances.

Now, it was clearly a difficult situation. The colorful old man had been struggling to keep up with Miss Sweet Potato Burn, who was casting spells with ease. Anyone with keen eyes could see that he was at a disadvantage in this magical duel.

Now, Miss Sweet Potato Burn had used her ultimate skill, cutting off the pig’s head.

No matter what he did, it was impossible for him to outdo Miss Sweet Potato Burn. This round was already lost.

Seeing him sit with his eyes lowered, the Blue Robe Gang was about to burst into cheers, just one breath away from victory, while the Red Lantern Association was in a state of depression, everyone feeling an invisible pressure, as if a mountain were pressing down on their hearts, unsure of what the future held.

Was it going to end in a tie?

Would the Red Lantern Lady let that happen? Wouldn’t everyone below be punished?

Only Hu Ma frowned, sensing that things might not be so simple.

After all, Second Pot had known something beforehand, and anything he arranged personally couldn’t possibly end in defeat.

Sure enough, just as everyone in the audience thought the colorful old man had no choice but to concede, he suddenly lifted his head, sighed deeply, as if lamenting something.

Then, he pulled out a cloth scroll from his chest, with some strange runes attached to it. He tore off the runes and unfolded the scroll.

Many people in the audience stretched their necks and widened their eyes to see, and there, in the scroll, were rows and rows of needles and threads.

The needles looked ordinary, varying in size, with a gray-black material, similar to what one would find in a tailor’s shop.

The threads were black, coiled in several bundles, and it was hard to tell what they were made of, but it seemed there weren’t many, just a few bundles.

The colorful old man glanced at Miss Sweet Potato Burn and sighed lightly, "You’re a talented young girl."

"At such a young age, to have such skills, who would dare to underestimate you?"

"..."

While speaking, he picked up a needle, pulled out a piece of thread, and threaded it through the needle’s eye. Then he turned to the pig, which was already in pieces, and began to stitch it back together, starting from its body.

The audience vaguely guessed what was happening but found it hard to believe. They held their breath, eyes wide, not wanting to miss a single detail.

He started from the pig’s body, piecing it together, the stitches not very fine, as if to save thread. Finally, he lifted the pig’s head, placed it on the neck, and sewed it back on with a few stitches.

The pig looked as if it had returned to its original form, except for the visible scars and stitching marks all over its body.

After completing this, the colorful old man pulled out a piece of cloth embroidered with a carp and covered the pig’s head with it. He murmured something for a long time, then suddenly pulled the cloth away and gently patted the pig’s buttocks, sitting back down.

"Oink..."

The audience had been unusually quiet, just watching. Suddenly, a shrill pig squeal pierced the air.

The pig on the stage, which had been cut and decapitated without making a sound, now suddenly let out a piercing scream.

There were two spots on its body where blood was gushing out.

These were the spots where the first cuts were made. The colorful old man had tried to stitch the rest of the pig back together, but these two spots had been cooked and were not sewn back.

Now, these spots were the most visible wounds, and the pig seemed to be in great pain, desperately trying to escape.

It squealed and charged around, knocking over countless tables and chairs, scattering many onlookers, and finally escaped.

The surrounding Blood Food Gang disciples, all skilled and armed, did not dare to cut the pig down as it ran past.

A young steward, realizing what had happened, shouted in excitement, "Don’t cut it, don’t hurt the pig!"

"Raise it, treat it like an ancestor, we’ll take care of it until the end of its life..."

"..."

They had won!

Those in the Red Lantern Association who reacted quickly all realized this.

With the colorful old man’s final technique, everyone knew that this round was won.

You killed the pig but did not kill it dead, so I saved it from death.

You made the pig feel no pain, but I not only revived it but also made it aware, and even taught it to run.

No matter which aspect, this is a higher-level technique.

Below the stage, it was in chaos, while on the stage, Diguashao was slightly surprised.

He glanced at the black roll in front of the color-robed old Master, and the row of bone needles inside, as well as the few remaining magical threads, which were now exhausted. He sighed lightly and said, "Grievous Bone Needle, Sinful hair thread, the Old Master is truly great..."

"You have the ultimate skill of Ghost Sewing Needle, how could I possibly win against you?"

"..."

It sounded like praise, and clearly an admission of defeat, but the color-roBed Old Master showed no sign of joy.

His old face was rather dim.

The opponent was just a young girl, while he had practiced the ultimate skill for several decades, gaining a reputation in Mingzhou Prefecture for decades.

But on this stage, the other party just casually cast a Spell, and in the end, I won against her, but only by relying on my most valuable treasure, and used up all the threads that could save lives on the pig..."

He really Did Not Know How to FeelHappy...

This Round, Though I Won, It Was as If I Used Up My Decades of Reputation to Help the Young Girl Gain a Footing.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat..."

The Audience Below the Stage Was Stunned, But After Hearing Diguashao’s Words, They Suddenly Cheered.

They Clearly Heard That Diguashao Had Admitted Defeat.

This Admission of Defeat Was Like a HammerBlows, Leaving No Room for Argument. The Red Lantern Lady Association SolidlyWon This Round.

Six Wins, Four Losses, This Magical Duel, The Red LanternAssociationBeautifullyWon.

"Performance Overcomes Soul punishment, indeed!"

Beside Hu Ma, Mr. Xu, the Manager, was already Excited andStood Up, Saying Loudly, "Old Master Fan Truly Has Great Skills."

Someone BesideSuggested, "In the end, he didn't seem to win with the skills of the Performance Sect, but..."

"..."

"Winning is good, winning is Skill."

"..."

Hu Ma, after Seeing This Round, Felt HisHorizonExpanded, QuicklyAsked Mr. Xu, "Performance overcomes soul punishment, how does this work?"

Mr. Xu, in a good mood, with the crowd's cheers, didn't mind being heard, and loudly explained, "Little Brother, you probably haven't truly seen people from the Performance Sect, they are all mysterious..."

"Like drawing water from an empty cup, drawing rivers with cloth, gods picking beans, and three dragons entering the sea, all these are techniques that leave people scratching their heads."

"Because they often walk the Wandering World and entertain people, they are called the Performance Sect..."

"..."

"Isn't this just Magic?"

Hu Ma, upon hearing this, felt rather surprised. Earlier, when he heard the term 'performance,' he had some associations.

Now, after hearing more, he felt even more incredible.

These techniques of using fake methods to achieve real effects, he had seen many in his past life, some were even mind-boggling, but are they really a sect?

"Ha ha..."

Seeing Hu Ma's surprised expression, Mr. Xu knew what he was thinking and said, "In the Performance Sect, there is a saying: 'Nine out of ten are fake, one is real.'"

"This means that nine-tenths of their skills are fake, just to scare people, but once exposed, they leave people greatly disappointed. However, there is one genuine skill."

"Because you can't tell which one is real, you can only assume they are all real."

"There are many people who perform tricks in the Wandering World, but not all of them belong to the Performance Sect. Among those who perform tricks, there are inner and outer circles. It's about finding whether there is one genuine ultimate skill among all these things..."

"To put it simply, 'performance overcomes soul punishment' is because the Soul Punishment Sect has many deep and startling preparations."

"But when the Soul Punishment Sect meets the Performance Sect, they are often at a loss. Because the Soul Punishment Sect likes to disguise themselves as wanderers, exploring the bottom, using concealed methods, while the Performance Sect truly comes from the Wandering World."

"When both sides meet, whether it's exploring the bottom or using concealed methods, the Soul Punishment Sect often hasn't even had a chance to use them before the Performance Sect sees through everything, and you can't See Through Their Methods."

"..."

Hu Ma, Listening to this, Felt His Understanding Deepen, and inwardly marveled.

If we were to Discuss It, the Vat Sect seems to belong to the Performance Sect, but it has taken the Wrong Path, different from this Old Master.

The Vat Sect is Shunned and Hunted, while this Old Master, if the Red LanternAssociation Wants to invite him, they must Bring heavy gifts and humble themselves.

The OnlyUnresolved Question Now is Whether Diguashao Really AdmittedDefeat or Just Used the Opportunity to Step Down.

While These Questions Were Unresolved, the Crowds on Both Sides, Due to the Outcome of the Duel, Had Different Expressions. Those on the Stage, Diguashao and the Color-RobeOld Master, Had Not Yet Come Down When Suddenly, a Cold Hiss Was Heard in the Crowd.

A Chilling Evil Aura SuddenlySwept Through, and the Flames in the Arena SuddenlyTurned Green.

(End of Chapter)

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