「The seventh year of Mingjing, November 1st. A military tent in the Military Preparation Camp.」
It was early winter, and a northern wind had begun to rise, carrying with it a bleak, deathly chill.
Chen Sheng’s gaze was calm as he stared at the panel before him. After a long mont, a faint, almost imperceptible smile finally touched the corners of his lips, dispelling the exhaustion that had accumulated between his brows from days of arduous cultivation.
[Basic Saber Skill Perfection (722/2000)]
[Golden Bell Body Refining Technique Perfection (1669/2000)]
[Fishing Toad Force Secret Technique - Great Success (150/1000)]
[Demon-Suppressing Triple Extres Saber - Great Success (273/1000)]
’The Yin Yuan Qi... it’s truly miraculous...’
At Chen Sheng’s will, his Inner Breath slowly circulated through his limbs and bones, and an unprecedented feeling of fullness suffused his body.
The effect of refining the Primordial Yin Qi that Madam Yang had nurtured for years was remarkable. His Cultivation Realm had visibly surged.
He was now just over three hundred points away from perfecting Marrow Transformation. Madam Yang’s own Cultivation was limited, after all. Even after several years of nurturing it, her Yin Yuan Qi was not quite enough for Chen Sheng, who had already reached the late Foundation Establishnt Stage. It was insufficient for him to break through to perfection in one go.
’But with the help of the Golden Jade Ointnt,’ he thought, ’it won’t be long before I reach the perfected realm.’
As his thoughts returned to the present, Chen Sheng felt the potent Inner Breath and the surging qi and blood within him. He subconsciously clenched his fists. It was safe to say his strength had increased trendously.
Coupled with the Blood Evil Demon Talisman and the "Sealing Yuan Miasma" ticulously refined by Li Huai Sheng, everything was now ready. All that remained was for the Demon Monk Shanxin to walk into the trap.
To ensure nothing went wrong, Chen Sheng had been extrely patient.
Even though the outside world was in turmoil, with the Huang and Yang Families locked in a fierce struggle, he had no intention of setting foot outside the Military Preparation Camp.
Furthermore, Chen Sheng had secretly ordered Yan Ming to quietly assemble over a hundred loyal, valiant elites and position them covertly around the central command tent.
All of them had taken the antidote for the Sealing Yuan Miasma in advance. Moreover, they were equipped with twenty powerful military weapons—formidable Wind-Breaking Crossbows—and were lying in wait.
’This ti,’ he thought, ’I’d like to see how that Demon Monk can possibly survive with so much prepared for him.’
’So what if he’s an Innate?’
’I’m here to kill an Innate expert!’
...
anwhile, in a private room on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, a restaurant about a mile outside the Military Preparation Camp.
Gao Yuanfeng stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant Military Preparation Camp. His brow was tightly furrowed, his face a mask of intractable anxiety and gloom.
’I really can’t figure it out,’ he thought. ’How can soone as young as Chen Sheng be so damned patient?’
’The vast fortune my Gao Family accumulated over many years fell into his hands. Anyone else would have long since been squandering it on debauchery and excess.’
’But that Chen Sheng is like so kind of ascetic, holed up in his military tent. He hasn’t set foot outside for three whole days!’
The feeling was like throwing a fully charged punch and hitting nothing but air; the frustration was so intense he felt he could spit blood. As long as Chen Sheng didn’t leave the camp, it would be difficult for Shanxin to find an opportunity to strike unseen.
’Are we really going to have to wait here forever?’
"Enough. No need to look so glum. It’s rely a matter of storming the camp. We just need to confirm that Donor Chen is inside."
An indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the silent room.
Gao Yuanfeng whipped his head around. He saw that the speaker was completely shrouded in a wide, black monk’s robe, his face hidden from view. Only a pair of eyes glinted with a cold, unsettling light.
It was, in fact, the Demon Monk Shanxin.
Gao Yuanfeng quickly composed himself, stepped forward, and bowed, his voice tinged with awe and fear.
"I’ll stake my life on it! That bastard Chen Sheng is absolutely inside the central command tent of the Military Preparation Camp right this mont!"
The Gao Family had suffered a catastrophe, the network they had built over years wiped clean by Chen Sheng’s iron-fisted thods. But Gao Yuanfeng had learned a harsh lesson from his previous failures—disasters that occurred because Chen Sheng had anticipated his every move.
He had beco extrely cautious, daring to proceed only after confirming every detail multiple tis.
For this reason, he hadn’t revealed a single whisper to the Huang and Yang Families.
Because he simply couldn’t trust those two families anymore.
And this might be the Gao Family’s only chance for revenge.
Shanxin gave a slight nod. His cold eyes turned to the distant Military Preparation Camp, and his voice remained as placid as ever.
"If that’s the case, then this humble monk shall pay a visit tonight. I will send this Donor Chen to his final rest and fulfill your heart’s desire."
’If I weren’t concerned about exposing my location and attracting pursuit from the Golden Spring Temple,’ Shanxin thought, ’why would I have wasted days waiting for a re Martial Master of the Foundation Establishnt Realm?’
He was growing weary of the delay. With his Cultivation at the Innate Realm, sneaking into a military camp at night to kill soone was, in his view, as easy as reaching into his own pocket to grab sothing.
There is a fundantal difference between the Innate True Qi and the Protective Force of a Foundation Establishnt Martial Master. The mont True Qi is unleashed, the paltry power of a Marrow Transformation-level master is utterly worthless, unable to withstand a single blow.
Even in all of Ning’an Prefecture, he had never heard of a Foundation Establishnt Martial Master who could actually defeat an Innate expert.
"Master!"
Gao Yuanfeng took a step forward, his eyes flashing with bone-deep hatred and murderous intent. His voice trembled with emotion.
"I am willing to accompany you, Master, and lend you my strength!"
The blood debt for the three hundred seventeen mbers of the Gao Family tornted him day and night. He yearned to personally subject Chen Sheng to death by a thousand cuts, to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!
Shanxin tilted his head slightly. Beneath the shadow of his hood, the corner of his mouth seed to curl into a faint, almost imperceptible, mocking smile.
"That won’t be necessary. You may simply wait here for this humble monk’s good news."
’Bringing along a burden from the Foundation Establishnt Stage would only cause trouble. What other use could he possibly be?’
With his power, as long as he avoided a direct confrontation with the battle formations of the several hundred soldiers in the Military Preparation Camp, no one could possibly stop him from sneaking in, assassinating a single person, and making a swift escape.
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