Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 654 - 645 Gold Medal Assassin (18) 3 more updates

Xie Zecheng was well aware of the true colors of his stepmother’s son.

Previously, Xie father had wanted his legitimate son to inherit his mantle, while the son himself also wanted to learn martial arts.

For a ti, he ended up mastering nothing.

It was after realizing Xie Zecheng’s abilities that Xie father brought Xie Zecheng back ho.

But how did that brother, who wasn’t even a Level 1 Warrior, suddenly beco a Level 9 Warrior?

"As for Young Master Xie’s master, ah? Speaking of whom, you should also be acquainted—none other than Ye Residence’s Second Lady, the number one female Martial Saint of our great Wang Dynasty!" The person ntioned Ye Shaohua, even making a gesture with their hands to show the number ten.

The reverence for Ye Shaohua was evident.

Xie Zecheng stood there dumbfounded, unable to react for a long ti.

He no longer had the face to wait in the Xie Family for their people to return ho, to be looked at with strange gazes; he left the Ye Residence without even packing his belongings.

Three years later.

Ye Shaohua revolutionized the Warrior’s Heart thod of the great Wang Dynasty.

From the original Level 1 to Level 9 Warriors, it was nothing more than a beginning.

Above that, there were Martial Saints, Martial Monarchs, Martial Emperors, Martial Gods, and Martial Venerables.

Each level involved a qualitative transformation.

To reach the realm of Martial Venerable was to be capable of moving mountains and overturning seas without exaggeration.

In these three years, the great Wang Dynasty already had individuals who stepped into the realm of Martial Emperor, including the Ye Family’s Young Master and the Xie Family’s Second Young Master.

And those who beca disciples of Ye Shaohua, disciples of the National Master, reaching Martial Saint were not few in number.

Once, Level 9 Warriors were rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns; now, they could be seen everywhere.

"What? A thousand taels?" Ye Zhaoyun looked at the rchant in front of her, "I protect your rchant convoy with a bunch of handguns, and you only offer a thousand taels? Do you think the Assassin Pavilion’s assassins are as cheap as cabbages?"

With Warriors growing stronger over these three years, life at the Assassin Pavilion had worsened.

The once illustrious Ye Zhaoyun could only maintain her living by accepting bodyguard jobs through the Assassin Pavilion.

"Handguns?" The rchant sneered at Ye Zhaoyun, "Do you think your handguns are impressive? Forget a Martial Emperor, even a Martial Saint could outspeed your firearm. Hiring a Martial Saint costs only two thousand taels, and if it weren’t for the female Martial God forbidding her subordinates to take private jobs, do you think I would have co to you?"

Ye Zhaoyun, staring at the rchant, thought if this had been modern tis and soone dared to talk to her like this, that person would not live to see the next day.

But...

This was not modern tis, but ancient tis!

Ye Zhaoyun truly felt the world had gone mad; she used to shock the world with her weapons and thrive in the military camp.

Now, even a re rchant disregarded her.

What had happened to this world?

Weren’t there no Martial Saints at all?

Now Martial Saints were a common sight, Martial Monarchs and Martial Emperors weren’t rare, and soone from the National Master’s residence had even beco a Martial God!

Thinking this, Ye Zhaoyun still had to hold back, smiling obsequiously at the rchant, as making a living from the Assassin Pavilion was most crucial at the mont.

The Assassin Pavilion, once the sensation of the Wang Dynasty, now struggled even to secure a bodyguard contract.

Ye Zhaoyun wondered countless tis how she, a gold-dal assassin, had ended up in her current position.

"Look, that’s the female Martial God’s mother, Madam Fang! She has reached the realm of Martial Monarch!" For a mont, outside there was a crush of people jostling each other just to catch a glimpse of Grandmother Fang.

However, on the left side of Madam Fang’s carriage was the Xie Family’s high and mighty Second Young Master, who was already a Martial Emperor.

On the right was the most trusted subordinate of the National Master, who had also reached the realm of Martial Emperor.

Although Martial Saints were now aplenty.

Martial Emperors could still be counted on one hand.

Currently, with two Martial Emperors driving the carriage, the gazes of those around remained feverish.

Ye Zhaoyun, looking at the carriage curtain engraved with the "Ye" character at the bottom of the building, felt a strong regret surging within her, despite her usual pride.

Rembering how she had thrived in modern tis, she had expected to do even better here, but now she had fallen into such a state.

Ye Zhaoyun felt as if her modern life had been but a dream.

Ye Shaohua, who was playing chess with Xuanyun, suddenly sensed sothing.

"008, ti to disengage from the world."

008: [...Don’t be like that, I’m scared.]

It was the first ti Ye Shaohua had been so eager.

It was like a child with a new toy wanting to try it out.

The host wouldn’t cause trouble, right?

Ye Shaohua smiled, "Don’t worry, I won’t trick you."

After saying that, Ye Shaohua looked at the person across from her, "See you later."

Xuanyun was stunned, hadn’t said anything, and the next second, he was shaken, then his expression beca bewildered.

After about ten seconds, he regained consciousness, and there was no noticeable change in his expression or face.

But upon closer inspection, one would find a subtle change in his eyes.

Just like Ye Shaohua across from him.

[Ding! Main quest one accomplished, protecting Madam Fang, system reward: 2000 points; main quest two accomplished, preventing the original host from dying a tragic death, system reward: 3000 points!]

[Ding! System number 008 serving the host, 5000 points credited, disengaging from the world!]

Ye Shaohua smiled and replied, "Bingo!"

008: [...]

Oh well, it would pretend it hadn’t heard that!

**

Ye Shaohua ca to her senses once again, finding herself seated next to a desk, a brush in her hand, with a white piece of paper on the table bearing exquisite and neat handwriting.

Ye Shaohua looked at the handwriting that didn’t seem like her own for a mont, her eyebrow raising slightly—is this ancient tis?

Just as she was pondering.

A procession of people entered the room.

At the forefront was a middle-aged woman dressed in purple finery, her head adorned with a headdress.

Upon seeing Ye Shaohua, she made a perfunctory gesture of greeting, and then inquired, "Has the Great Princess completed her political essay?"

Even though this female official acted well, the disdain in the depths of her eyes did not escape the astute Ye Shaohua.