Chapter 11 — The Divine Sound Cracks the Wall and Opens the Spirit Treasury

nce at Senior Sister Qing, and the two of them too slipped into the herd, drawing steadily closer to Shen Mu. The herd continued its orderly march outward. Suddenly a sword-light came stealing up behind Shen Mu. He twisted aside, and the treasure sword nearly ran through one of the strange beasts. The beast gave an angry roar. "Junior Sister, do not wield your sword! If you wound a strange beast and the herd goes berserk, we will all die here!" Senior Brother Qu's voice came. Senior Sister Qing hastily recalled her sword, vaulted onto the back of one strange beast, then onto another, closing on Shen Mu at speed. Shen Mu watched with open envy: to gather qi into threads and wield a sword to kill a foe ten zhang away—such skill, though not so fearsome as the Butcher's divine powers, was remarkable enough. Senior Sister Qing's steps were light, her skirt swirling like a pink lotus, and beneath the lotus her toes stabbed at Shen Mu like knives. Her legwork was keen as a blade; every kick she threw was like a great hammer set with sharp spikes, setting the air humming. Such legwork could shatter a boulder with ease, could pierce through walls of bronze and iron. But Shen Mu's eyes lit up, and he met Senior Sister Qing's whirlwind legwork head-on. The Lame Old Man had told him that the Heaven-Stealing Divine Legs he had taught him feared no legwork of any man alive.