Chapter 1462: Chapter 1560: Old Farr Chapter 1462: Chapter 1560: Old Farr How mysterious is Hidden Kill Hall?
It is a terrifying force, its existence spanning countless years, seemingly predating the formation of the Nine Countries. This dark-hidden power has long been established.
The Nine Countries have made multiple coordinated attempts to eradicate Hidden Kill Hall, but after each campaign, Hidden Kill Hall resurfaces like stubborn weeds.
To this day, the true size of Hidden Kill Hall and the number of Assassins it harbors remain secrets. Even the Western Moon King, who has connections with Hidden Kill Hall, knows only bits and pieces about it.
The Western Moon King also understands that collaborating with Hidden Kill Hall is akin to dealing with a tiger for its hide, but now that he’s on this path, it’s difficult to turn back.
The Western Moon King once tentatively tried to inquire about the affairs of the Hidden Kill Hall Master, but no matter whom he spoke with from Hidden Kill Hall, any conversation involving their superiors was t with ignorance or tight-lipped secrecy, revealing nothing of value to the Western Moon King.
The reputation of Hidden Kill Hall’s four great Assassins is widely known, causing Martial Artists to pale at the ntion, and no one dares speak too much about the four great Assassins.
However, even these four Assassins, nad Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire, do not hold the highest positions within Hidden Kill Hall.
Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire are rely the Assassins who kill the most; above them, there are even more mysterious and skilled experts of Hidden Kill Hall.
Such as the master of the four, known to so old-generation powerhouses as the Green Robe Guest, is a terrifying force within Hidden Kill Hall.
The skills of the four great Assassins were all taught by Green Robe Guest, who himself has made scarce appearances; his last known interference was over a thousand years ago.
Besides Green Robe Guest, there are many mysterious and powerful figures in Hidden Kill Hall, and the Hidden Kill Hall Master, the true controller of this fearso secret organization, has never shown his face.
Even after nurous extermination efforts by the Nine Countries, this profoundly mysterious Hall Master has never been unearthed.
So suspect whether the Hidden Kill Hall Master truly exists?
Or perhaps, this so-called Hall Master has indeed made appearances but remains unrecognized.
Many forces within the Nine Countries have exerted effort to track down this mysterious Hidden Kill Hall Master, whether by infiltrating Hidden Kill Hall or by interrogating captured Hidden Kill Hall Assassins, but all such thods have yielded no results.
The most unimaginable thing is, even the mbers of Hidden Kill Hall have no idea who the so-called Hall Master actually is.
The only relatively active notable figures in Hidden Kill Hall are just the likes of the Green Robe Guest.
Hidden Kill Hall’s Hall Master has seemingly beco an unsolvable mystery.
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In a hut built in a rural and wild field lazes an ugly old man akin to an old farr, lying on a battered reclining chair under the hut, leisurely sipping rough tea and humming an indistinct rural tune.
The old man has distinctive features; “features” here aning that he is quite unattractive.
Of course, he isn’t so unattractive that he’s unbearable to look at. This dark, skinny old man actually has nice teeth—quite white and evenly aligned, without a single one missing or yellowed.
Perhaps it’s because this old farr is so dark that his two rows of teeth appear especially white when he laughs.
The dark-skinned old farr squinted one eye and kept the other wide open, glancing at the sky above while muttering under his breath.
“Another big wind and heavy rain, my fields of corn will suffer.” The old farr’s face showed worry, and he guzzled several mouthfuls of tea, feeling his mouth and tongue dry no matter how much he drank.
“Hei, slacking off and napping again?” A nearby farr walked by, smiling and greeting the dark and grim-faced old farr.
The thin, dark-skinned old farr waved his hand: “Go about your business.”
As a few farrs carrying farming tools walked on, a refined gentleman dressed in a green robe and holding a folding fan approached them.
Hardly literate and inexperienced, the farrs quickly made way, fearing they might offend what appeared to be a young master from a prominent city family.
The green-robed scholar appeared very gentle and courteous. He nodded to the farrs who made way, leaving them sowhat at a loss for how to respond, only able to pass by with a sheepish grin.
Under the thatched hut, the thin, dark-skinned old farr glanced at the green-robed scholar and muttered so indecent curses under his breath.
“Hope all is well.” The green-robed scholar walked under the hut and casually took out a small stool from inside as he spoke.
“Seeing you usually ans no good, my corn isn’t harvested yet, don’t bother with anything else.” The thin, dark-skinned old man said irritably, glaring sideways.
The green-robed scholar didn’t seem to mind and simply smiled slightly: “After we finish the task, it won’t be too late to harvest your corn. It’s growing so well, nothing adverse will happen.”
“Bullshit!” The dark-skinned old farr suddenly sat up and stared at the green-robed scholar with wide eyes.
“Last ti I was away on a task, when I got back, so damned brat had ruined my cornfield. It was a ss, and I almost tore down my house in anger,” the dark-skinned old farr said furiously.
The green-robed scholar gave a wry smile: “It’s just so corn; you’ve been planting for many years, haven’t you had enough?”
The old farr took a gulp of tea at those words, then responded, “Not enough. I reckon even on the day I die, I’ll still be worried about my cornfield. If I really die, this field might be left to others, and who knows if they’ll continue planting corn. If they do, I’d die a bit more contented.”
The green-robed scholar nodded and looked at the thriving cornfield, speaking, “If it wasn’t necessary, I wouldn’t have co to find you.”
“So, what is it that you want to do?” The dark-skinned old farr asked, looking resigned.
With a wave of his hand, the green-robed scholar tossed a scroll to the dark-skinned old farr.
The old farr caught the scroll and swiftly unrolled it.
Before his eyes was a woman dressed in red garnts with flaming red hair, wearing a Kylin mask captivating in grace, able to outshine others through the veil of the mask.
Unfortunately, the coarse and unsophisticated farr didn’t understand art. After staring for a while, he asked, “What about her?”
“The person in the painting is the Hall Master of the Sky Swallowing Palace, and she is currently our biggest target at Hidden Kill Hall,” said the green-robed scholar.
“Sky Swallowing Palace? What the hell is that? Never heard of it.” The old farr snorted and carelessly rolled up the scroll, tossing it back to the green-robed scholar.
“This matter is no small affair, besides you, I need to contact others as well.” The green-robed scholar picked up the scroll, turned, and left.
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Within the Sacred Tree, Fang Lin’s physical body was already half-ford, and around the True Dragon Demon Bone, dragon shadows swirled, frequently wrapping around Fang Lin.
Although Fang Lin’s body had yet to fully materialize, it was visibly regenerating at a rapid rate. It wouldn’t take long for his physical form to reach perfection.
ps: The fourth update, continue tomorrow, free on the 21st, major developnts on the 22nd, it’s a bit rushed, need to prepare drafts. The explosion is not just in the quantity of updates, but the plot is also reaching a climax.
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