"It thought I was playing with it—I often did—but I found the blood spraying from my throat sounded rather pleasant."
"That year when I was twelve, that dagger, too, I lted into scrap tal, and you punished for it..."
"But you knew, Master."
He repeated once more, as the man in the green robe slid his palm under the chin of the elder, lifting his face to et his own, and smiled:
"My things, even if destroyed, I won’t give to others."
"I’d rather destroy them."
"Bring it up..."
In the midst of the mist, a "Danfeng Valley" assassin, masked, swiftly approached, holding a sandalwood box the size of a human head, executed qinggong, and landed beside the man in the green robe, lifting the box in offering.
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The man in the green robe took the box, and the Danfeng Valley assassin stepped back to stand behind him.
The man said indifferently:
"At that ti, you gave everything to my older martial brother—Martial Arts, Pharmacopeia, elixirs, even my senior sister, and even Pharmacist Valley. I was clearly more serious in my dical studies, clearly better at Martial Arts, clearly the one whom senior sister had silently pledged her heart to, clearly more suited to be the Sect Leader..."
"But you preferred to let the sect decline under his rule, rather than giving it to ..."
"Now, I give the declined sect back to you."
"Don’t ntion it."
The elder’s breath grew increasingly frail.
Yet, the weaker the Master before him beca, the more intense the venom in the heart of the man in the green robe grew, the feelings of revenge becoming more exhilarating, almost driving him to burst into wild laughter.
His dical skills were supre; with just one glance, he knew that the person before him was on his deathbed, yet his utmost aim was to let the elder witness his own choice of heir have no place to be buried.
He wanted to show him how foolish his decision back then had been!
He wanted him to die with his eyes wide open!
He then held up the sandalwood box and said:
"Master, you taught ."
"In a Martial Artist’s battle, life and death are decided in an instant, but the true technique of killing often lies outside the martial skills, I rember clearly."
"The person who made the move had Martial Arts skills that precisely countered big brother’s."
"He’s as good as dead."
With a casual flick of his Vigorous Qi, the sandalwood box cracked open with a snap.
It was completely empty inside.
The man in the green robe’s expression abruptly stiffened.
Instantly, a brilliant gleam lit up in the eyes of the assassin standing behind him, who moved his hand in a guiding gesture. The move he made wasn’t that of Danfeng Valley’s Martial Arts; a piercingly cold, bizarrely eerie sword, cutting through the air without stirring harsh winds, thrust straight forward with enough force to sever mountains and waterfalls—instantly.
Such was the most basic technique of a Swordsman.
At this mont, it proved more useful than ten thousand intricate sword techniques.
By the ti the man in the green robe realized sothing was amiss, it was already too late; a sharp pain exploded in his chest as the gleaming blade of a sword protruded from his chest. Had he not sidestepped slightly, that sword stroke would have taken his life!
Amidst surging pain, the man in the green robe opened his mouth and coughed up a great mouthful of fresh blood, his Qi Force exploded violently. But the assassin had already drawn back the sword and retreated to stand behind, the earlier man’s vigor in an outburst, returning with a move as his fierce Inner Qi transford into a Flying Dragon, shooting back fiercely.
The assassin swiftly pulled forward the ’Great Elder’ who had been pierced earlier, using him as a shield.
Under the impact of the forceful Qi, the elder earlier shattered into an infinite ss of blood and flesh.
Yet amidst the bloodiness, there was a strong fragrance of dicine.
Enraged, the man in the green robe reached out, his Qi Force still not completely dissipated, managing to tear off the mask on the assassin’s face, revealing a visage that should have been extrely kind and affable. Yet on this kind face at that mont, was filled with murderous intent, holding a longsword, he coldly smiled and said:
"Indeed, the skill of killing is outside of the martial skills."
Upon seeing this, the man in the green robe’s face abruptly turned ashen; covering his wound with one hand while hastening to retreat, he had already realized the full scope of the situation, and said coldly:
"Very well, very well, it’s indeed you!"
"Using a ’dicine Puppet’ as his own shadow while hiding in my good brother’s room to ambush the assassins I sent out?"
"I should have known, I should have known."
"You wouldn’t fall for such a simple trick."
The voice paused slightly, then sneered coldly:
"However, all the disciples from your outer valley are already dead, clean and clear. To set a trap for , you actually didn’t feel the slightest bit of regret?"
On the other side, the Great Elder of Pharmacist Valley, ’Sai Yanluo,’ flicked the sword edge and calmly said:
"The people of the outer valley are rely ’materials’ for testing dicines. A batch dies, and with the reputation of our Pharmacist Valley, a stroll through the surrounding county towns would suffice to find more. Yet, you are different."
"As long as you are alive, Master cannot sleep at night, disturbed and anxious."
The situation changed almost in the blink of an eye.
The man in the green robe, who had just been confident of victory, suddenly fell into a disadvantage.
And Wang Anfeng’s body was trembling slightly.
The hope that had erged from his guilt when he saw the old man breaking the situation, was shattered in the blink of an eye by that elder’s more ruthless and direct thod, plunging him into an even darker place!
dicine Puppet!
The villagers are rely materials for testing dicines?!
Using the lives of your own outer valley disciples as a sche to lure others into the trap?!
A series of statents hit Wang Anfeng’s heart like thunder, making the young man tremble slightly, filling his usually gentle heart with furious indignation. His mood, already full of sorrow and anger from continuous betrayal, finally felt powerless.
As the closed-door disciple of Jianghu’s number one Divine Doctor, how could he possibly not know what a dicine Puppet is?!
What is a dicine Puppet?!
From before birth, the formula requires feeding pregnant won with special drugs, letting the drugs enter the body. After birth, various poisons and dicines are administered continuously, along with the cultivation of special Inner Strength, until reaching a certain age when the cultivation is complete. Depending on the Inner Strength and the Elixirs taken, each has its unique uses.
Thus, they beco Human Elixirs.
He still rembered his second Master’s reaction when he ntioned this technique; the usually kind old man was then surrounded by such a dense killing intent, enough to terrify anyone.
"The first precept of dicine King Valley."
"Upon seeing those who practice the art of Human Elixir, kill without rcy!"
A mix of indescribable disgust and killing intent surged from deep within Wang Anfeng, and at that mont, ’Sai Yanluo’ suddenly leaped up, letting out a long howl.
Amidst the clouds and mist, suddenly the sound of hidden weapons clicking in sequence arose, incessant. One by one, disciples from Pharmacist Valley dressed in blue stepped out of the mist, holding crossbows that glead with a black hue, casting a stern and solemn gaze like fierce tigers.
In the quiet whistling of weapons, assassins from Danfeng Valley pulled out thin blades from behind their backs, and the disciples of Pharmacist Valley’s Inner Valley raised their Divine Arm Crossbows, confronting each other.
The atmosphere on both sides was deadly, already at the point of drawing swords and bending crossbows, about to settle life and death in a blink, with no one caring about the boy who felt cold all over, as if he had been forgotten.
Yet whether it was Pharmacist Valley or Danfeng assassins, both had included Wang Anfeng in their targets.
Those who he had promised his life to were using him.
Those he trusted deeply, from the bottom of his heart, considered him expendable.
They,
all wanted him dead...
I just wanted to save people... I just wanted to seek justice for those wrongfully killed.
Is it wrong?
Have I erred...
Wang Anfeng’s originally clear pupils gradually dimd, almost to the point of losing all light.
PS: Thank you for the two huge rewards from Mingyue Qingfeng, super thankful.
Only through constant refinent can one beco steel. There is no one born unbreakably steadfast, never doubting, right?
Moreover, Wang Anfeng is just a child over fourteen years old, emmmm, give him so ti...
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