Chapter 1122: Chapter 189: Soul Severing (1/2) (3600)
Sitting casually on the ditation cushion in the Alchemy Quiet Room of the main house, Wang Anfeng pulled out a pharmacopeia from one side, skillfully peeled off its cover, and replaced it with the cover of a Dongfang Clan secret technique, nodding in satisfaction.
After all, he was a retainer. Although he did not intend to exert much effort, he also did not want to be caught slacking and bring unnecessary trouble upon himself.
With a swift press of his hand, his Inner Qi surged, turning the cover of the original miscellaneous book into dust.
Then he found the most comfortable position, opened this unique Dongfang book, located the place he last stopped at, and began to read slowly. Without the previous disturbance from the Qi chanism, it was an excellent ti for him to delve into mystical arts.
Although it was impossible to reach the high level of the Dongfang Noble Clan, he could still manage the basics of seeking fortune and avoiding disaster, or at the very least, save so money. Whether it was because this place was indeed secluded or because Wang Anfeng finally fulfilled his wish to enter the mansion, his tense thoughts were able to relax.
At this mont, the progress in mystical arts was unexpectedly smooth. Problems that initially seed complex and difficult were easily comprehended, and as he read, he beca entranced. Mystical arts were, after all, a vast domain no less significant than martial arts. Once entranced, he lost track of ti. Initially, it was just past noon, but he read until the sky turned dark, without realizing it.
The small beast jumped down from his lap, fell to the ground, and lay limp.
It wasn’t until the servant placed the dinner box outside the door that the little beast yawned, got up lazily, used its head to open the door, and dragged the food box inside the room.
The outside was already pitch black.
Stars above, the bright moon high in the sky; it was a rare clear sky in recent days.
……
In the Parthian Empire, those with a bit of standing knew that the Second Prince of King Balman was quite sharp-minded and strict with his subordinates. He had trained in the army, and his mansion was personally designed and built in the style of military camps.
Since King Balman’s assassination over a month ago, the defense of the entire mansion beca outwardly loose yet inwardly tight. It seed calm on the surface, but inside, it was as taut as a beast baring its fangs. Any assassin entering would be wholly devoured.
Three steps a post, five steps a trap.
If there was movent in one place, it would trigger a chain response.
Ya Die had brought a pot of fine wine to deliver to the Second Prince and his entourage when she heard more commotion from the eastern courtyard. Her body tensed slightly, with the sharp sound of swords quickly subsiding.
Turning her head in that direction, she could dimly see through the woods a few towering Imperial Guards, one holding a knife and dragging sothing heavy along the ground, with a muffled sound that was rather nauseating.
She couldn’t help but think that if it were sumr, there would be the unique sound of sothing scraping against the grass, along with the sound of wounds scraping against the earth, leaving marks, and the blood would be absorbed by the specially planted grass roots and soil, growing lusher the following year.
Unable to suppress the nauseating feeling in her heart, she quickened her pace.
She had lost count of how many tis she had seen such scenes this month. She should be grateful for the events over a month ago; she did not panic like the other maidservants, and because of that, she was valued.
“A fine young lady, quite pretty.”
“And calm.”
In front of the bushes that the girl’s gaze had passed, stood a handso man, smiling with a hint of gloom. When Ya Die raised her eyes in this direction earlier, and as the Imperial Guards who had just slaughtered the intruding Martial Artist passed by, neither party noticed this live person.
The man stroked his chin, looking at a nearby house, murmuring:
“One, two, three…”
“Seven guys in total are stationed nearby.”
“Tsk, that prince is really afraid of death, with three hundred axen?”
“Is this what the people of the Central Plains say in their histories? Smashing a cup as a signal for axen to rush out and chop people into mince?”
The man laughed, still unnoticed, then touched his chin again, with a face full of regret, sighing: “Why are you so talented? Truly, with both literary and martial abilities, and handso too, how can others survive?”
Feeling self-satisfied, he looked towards the main hall; there he sensed seven massive Qi chanisms, one of which seed familiar, but he couldn’t rember it. He decided to stop thinking about it. These seven had been protecting the Second Prince without rest for seven days, and now was the ti when they were ntally exhausted, making it the best ti to strike.
His right hand fingers twitched slightly, but he did not move, murmuring:
“Consider yourself a bit lucky today.”
“The Soul Severer, from three generations up, never kills won and children. This century-old rule cannot be broken by . That girl delivering wine inside would need at least an incense stick’s ti to return. Never mind, I’ll deal with Tian Qingzi’s old nesis first.”
“I’ll let you live a mont longer.”
He shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave, dressed in blue and white clothes, quite noticeable on such a clear night. Yet, with sentries every three steps and posts every five steps, no one noticed this blatant person, as if he was outside everyone’s senses and sight.
Like a ghostly shadow, he admired the scenery while strolling to the Pill Room.
Then, feigning politeness, knocked on the door.
The bright moon was high, and the man in blue clothes seed like he was visiting a friend, serene and elegant, like a painting.
The sound mixed into the wind; naturally, there was no response, so he smiled and pushed the door. The inner locks silently broke, and he said:
“Is no one here?”
“Then I shall co in, pardon my intrusion.”
He leisurely walked in; the servant workers were not yet asleep but all ignored this uninvited guest. He even casually took a fruit from a servant’s hand, calm and at ease.
Then, biting the fruit, he casually pushed a door open.
Before him was his target imrsed in a book, indeed just a slightly thin, sickly pale man from Great Qin, his prey.
The man’s face broke into a smile, and he whistled.
“Not bad luck.”
Before the laughter ended, a strange little beast, looking only a few months old, suddenly lifted its head from the food box, with a cute, naive face, shaking its head.
Then, its pupils instantly locked onto the Soul Severer, floating like a phantom.
The smile on the face of the eleventh-ranked on the Black List, the Parthian Empire’s top assassin, imdiately froze.
PS: The first update of the day is presented…
Three thousand six hundred words.
The second update will be as early as possible, rember to go to bed early and get up early~
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