12dz Chapter 101 The Immortal Needle
Chapter 101 The Immortal Needle
Chapter 101 The Finger Needle
One of the two security guards at the main entrance of the performance hall was knocked unconscious by Lü Qianqian and thrown into an empty cabin, while the other hid directly under the seats in the lobby.
Then, Lü Qianqian used her footwork to land lightly at the backstage entrance, just like a leaf blown by the wind, and easily entered the backstage area.
There were sounds of conversation coming from the dressing room. Lü Qianqian eavesdropped for a while and then quietly left. She carefully concealed herself, avoiding several patrolling security guards along the way, and soon arrived at a junction of passageways.
She peeked out and saw a room a few meters away with a guard at the door.
The room door was made of metal, and the two security guards had very sharp expressions, keeping a close eye on the surroundings at all times.
"This should be it!" Lü Qianqian chuckled softly, and for some reason, Zhuo Yang came to mind.
You scoundrel! Last time you ambushed me in the chest, and this time you kicked my groin...lower back! You're definitely a bad guy. This time, I'm going to steal all the treasures, so you'll have made a wasted trip!
Having made up her mind, a victorious smile appeared on her lips, her almond-shaped eyes curving slightly, revealing a sly glint.
Neither of the security guards were ordinary people; they possessed unique energy fluctuations, different from the true essence of China, yet both were at the Heartbeat stage level.
Lu Qianqian observed from the shadows for a while, then scoffed inwardly: "A mere Heartbeat Stage expert can only guard the gate? Could there be an even more powerful expert behind that gate, perhaps at the Golden Core Stage?"
She pondered for a moment, then wiped her lower back, and a flute appeared in her small hand.
The flute music began, but there was no sound.
Two security guards a dozen meters away in the passage suddenly looked at each other, then began to communicate in a foreign language, completely bewildered. Before they could understand what was happening, they rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Lu Qianqian appeared in the passageway and walked leisurely to the metal door.
"You stubborn foreigners will never understand Chinese magical artifacts!" She curled her lip in disdain, then grabbed two security guards by the legs and threw them into an empty room.
When she returned to the metal door, she reached down to her lower back and pulled out a black iron ball.
"Fa Bao!"
The iron ball immediately started spinning, then jumped up and stuck to the metal door.
The iron ball spun even faster, emitting a bright red light.
The next moment, a deep explosion rang out, the iron door crashed down, and the shockwave swept inward, blowing the two security guards behind the door into the air and sending them crashing straight to the end of the room.
Lu Qianqian leaped in, holding a short blade to her chest, her cold eyes sweeping across the room before immediately fixing on the several iron boxes in the center.
"It came so easily!" she exclaimed excitedly, about to snatch the treasure, when suddenly she raised an eyebrow.
"not good!"
Her movements abruptly stopped. Lü Qianqian leaped to the wall and casually slipped the nearest box into her storage magic item.
Immediately, a crimson flame struck, hitting the spot where Lü Qianqian had just been standing.
Immediately afterwards, several streaks of fire came, like dangerous flashes from tracer bullets, flying continuously toward Lü Qianqian.
Lü Qianqian had no choice but to dodge, moving away from the pile of boxes in the center of the room.
"You little thief from China, put down the magic needle!"
A strange voice came from behind, and then a middle-aged foreigner dressed in a black robe with dark green hues appeared at the end of the passageway facing the main gate.
"A Golden Core expert?"
Lu Qianqian's face turned cold as she gritted her teeth and looked at the pile of boxes in the room, unwilling to give up the treasure that was about to be in her hands.
"Wow wow wow!"
The middle-aged foreigner, Herbert, chanted incantations rapidly, and in an instant, dozens of fireballs the size of bowls shot towards him, crashing into the wall like hand grenades exploding.
"Humph!"
Lu Qianqian was extremely displeased, but she was decisive. With a wave of her hand, she used her sword to open a two-foot square gap in the wall.
Behind the wall was another room, which she rushed into, making a temporary retreat.
"You little thief from China! As a director of the Secret Arts Society, I must catch you! Put down the Finger Needle, and I'll spare your life!" Herbert roared, his face contorted like a demon. He strode to the door, then turned and chased after her into the next room.
Lu Qianqian burst out of another room and turned around to see Herbert chasing after her.
She frowned and sneered, "Since when have the mages of the Mystic Guild become mere watchdogs?"
With a leap, he fled at incredible speed towards the end of the passage.
Having acquired a treasure, there's no need to linger on it.
The Immortal Pointing Needle is not a combat-type magic weapon, but it can pinpoint nearby magic weapons and cultivators, making it invincible for exploring secret realms and locating enemies in battle. The higher the user's cultivation level, the farther the Immortal Pointing Needle can explore.
"You're the watchdog!"
Herbert roared and immediately used a spell to levitate into the air, quickly catching up.
There seemed to be a violent air disturbance behind him, reminiscent of a jet engine, with an astonishing presence.
Hearing the sound, Lü Qianqian turned her head and almost burst out laughing: "Old man, you can even fly by farting, I'm impressed!"
Herbert's words were quite good. Hearing Lü Qianqian's shout, he became so angry that his face turned pale and he roared, "Are all Chinese women thieves?"
Lu Qianqian's face turned cold, and she turned her head and shouted, "Old man, Chinese women are the best women in the world, and the treasures I stole belong to China!"
The Immortal-Pointing Needle is a magical artifact crafted by Chinese cultivators.
When it comes to arguing, ten Herberts wouldn't be a match for Lü Qianqian. He was so angry that he trembled all over, but he couldn't catch up with Lü Qianqian. He immediately roared and chanted a string of magic spells.
A bright white light condensed on the staff, resembling a burning flame, yet without the temperature of a flame.
With a whoosh, the ball of light shot out at an extremely high speed, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to Lü Qianqian's back.
Lu Qianqian sensed something and without thinking, she suddenly crawled to the ground as the ball of light flew over her head.
With a loud bang, the violent shockwave tousled her long hair. When Lü Qianqian looked up, she saw that a large hole had been punched in the wall at the end of the passage, and the metal wall had been melted into molten iron.
"What a powerful magic!"
Lu Qianqian frowned, glanced at Herbert who was chasing after her at high speed, and then leaped through the hole and rushed inside.
This room turned out to be the backstage area of the performance hall, completely empty. Herbert's magic, ironically, helped Lü Qianqian open a shortcut.
Lü Qianqian was overjoyed and once again used her movement technique to break through the stage curtain and rush towards the entrance of the performance hall.
"Herbert, we can't let him get away!"
Another foreign expert dressed in black with a hint of dark green flew out of the passage at great speed, shouting at Herbert from afar.
A second Golden Core level expert has appeared!
Without turning his head, Herbert shouted, "I will catch that Chinese woman and let her taste the soul-stirring black magic!"