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"This...this drawing is terrible!"

As Su Changqing flipped through the pages, he didn't hold back in his criticisms.

"Look at this needle, it's drawn like a toothpick. And this mechanism, why design it so complicated? It's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary! If I were to redesign it, I could at least halve the size and triple the power!"

Tang Lian: "..."

The Tang Clan elders: "..."

Everyone felt their heads were buzzing.

That's the culmination of the Tang Clan's wisdom over hundreds of years!

It is a peerless hidden weapon designed by countless predecessors with painstaking effort!

In your mouth, it's just garbage with poor drawing skills and complicated design?

Shrink by half? Increase by three times?

That's not how you brag!

"Mr. Su, although this diagram is rudimentary, it..."

One of the Tang Clan elders couldn't help but try to explain, but Tang Lian glared at him and shut him up.

Su Changqing ignored their reactions, simply twirling the corner of the page with two fingers, his brows furrowing even deeper.

"Tsk, this paper is quite thick. It must be made of high-quality mulberry bark paper, which is insect-proof, moth-proof, and quite durable."

"Um?"

Tang Lian was taken aback, somewhat confused as to why Su Changqing had suddenly started researching the material of paper.

Could it be that Mr. Su also had knowledge of papermaking?

Just as everyone was puzzled.

Su Changqing suddenly picked up the book "The Illustrated Manual of Pear Blossom Needles in a Rainstorm" and walked straight to a table on the right side of the tavern's entrance.

The table was often moved by customers, and it was also affected by the previous sweeping incident, so it was a bit shaky. It would wobble and make a "creaking" noise if you touched it even slightly.

"This table has been wobbling for days, and I haven't had time to fix it."

As Su Changqing spoke, he squatted down.

then.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone.

He actually folded that priceless, peerless martial arts manual—a manual capable of igniting a bloody war in the martial arts world—in half without hesitation, and then folded it again!

"Snap!"

The thick mulberry paper made a crisp snapping sound.

Immediately afterwards, Su Changqing lifted the rickety table leg and stuffed the folded manual inside!

"Thump!"

The table fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Su Changqing stood up and shook the table vigorously.

Not moving at all!

"Hmm, not bad, this time it's secure."

Su Changqing dusted off his hands, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "It seems this Tang Clan manual isn't entirely useless after all. At least the paper thickness is just right—perfect for propping up table legs!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire Changqing Building, inside and out, seemed to have been put on pause.

Tang Lian's expression froze on her face, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

The Tang Clan elders' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and their hearts almost stopped beating.

Use it to prop up...table legs?!

That's the "Illustrated Manual of Pear Blossom Needle in a Rainstorm"!

It's Tang Sect's top secret!

It is a divine object that countless martial arts practitioners dream of!

You just broke it like that?

It's hidden under the table?

This is absolutely a waste!

This is the greatest humiliation for the Tang Clan!

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su..."

Tang Lian's voice trembled; he felt as if someone was choking him. He managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty, "This...this is the Tang Clan's most prized treasure..."

"The family's prized possession?"

Su Changqing turned around, shrugged indifferently, and said, "What? Is that not allowed? Since this thing was given to me, it's mine. I can use it however I want."

"Besides, learning such underhanded tactics that only involve sneaking up in dark corners is useless and can easily corrupt one's character. Using it to prop up table legs is making the best use of it and also doing it a good deed."

These words, spoken casually, struck the hearts of all members of the Tang Clan like a heavy hammer.

Their proud art of concealed weapons was, in Su Changqing's eyes, nothing more than "heretical methods"? Just trash to be used as a table leg?

Are you angry?

Of course I'm angry!

But more than anything, it's a feeling of powerlessness.

Because they knew Su Changqing had the right to say that. Faced with absolute power, so-called hidden weapons and poisons were truly as laughable as children's toys.

"Sir, you are right."

Tang Lian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the bitterness and humiliation in her heart, and bowed deeply again, "Tang Sect... I have learned a great deal!"

He knew that Su Changqing was telling them in the most extreme and straightforward way—

Stop with those underhanded schemes!

Stop believing in those so-called ultimate hidden weapons!

Only genuine, honorable strength can secure a place in the martial world!

How can this be considered an insult?

This was clearly a wake-up call! A sudden and profound realization!

"Alright, stop kneeling, it's annoying to look at."

Su Changqing waved his hand, not looking at them again. "I've accepted the things. You can leave now. Remember to take those junk (referring to the other manuals) with you too. My place is small, and I don't have enough tables to put on."

"Broken...broken down?"

The Tang Clan elders were on the verge of tears. Those were all secret manuals they treasured! How did they become junk?

But they dared not argue, and could only meekly carry the remaining boxes back to the carriage, their faces covered in dust, like defeated roosters.

Tang Lian smiled bitterly, her awe of Su Changqing deepening even further.

He knew this was not only an insult, but also a warning:

The Tang Clan's insidious methods are worthless in the face of absolute power.