"How much did young Master Guo pay you to kill ?" Qingyi asked, a bored curiosity in his voice.
There wasn't much left of Young Li.
One of his eyes had been gouged out, along with both his arms and legs; his body was covered in open wounds.
"F-fuck you, you-" Young Li didn't finish his sentence.
His remaining eye filled with hope when, in the distance, he sensed a powerful Qi rapidly approaching.
Apparently, the leaders of this region, the Ma family, had discovered the small battle between them.
"Here! Here! Help !" Young Li shouted, his desperate voice echoing through the air, but his plea was cut short when Qingyi's fist shattered his jaw with a sharp crack.
"Be quiet, pig" Qingyi stood up, shaking the blood from his knuckles as he watched the Ma family guards approaching on the horizon.
There were ten of them in total, the weakest already in the Heavenly Origin Realm.
They wore blue uniforms and carried, fastened to their waists, long, elegant silver sabers.
"May I ask what is happening here?" The leader of the guards, in the Cosmic Domination Realm, questioned, his cold eyes shifting between Qingyi and the young Li.
"Greetings, Senior." Qingyi clasped his fists respectfully and, from his robes, withdrew a rolled-up scroll. "This junior is Long Qingyi, an outer disciple of the Cosmic Dawn Sect. I am here to fulfill a mission received from the sect."
He handed the scroll to the guard, who examined it for a brief
mont before nodding in confirmation.
"You are the fourth this year." The guard returned the scroll, studying Qingyi with an appraising gaze. "Are you confident you'll do better? I had to retrieve the last one's corpse myself."
"Yes, I am confident." Qingyi smiled, his eyes following the guards' gazes to the corpses scattered around.
"These are assassins, sent by Guo Tianhao. I killed them in self-defense."
"Tianhao?" The leader of the guards raised an eyebrow, a hoarse laugh escaping his throat. "You've stirred up a very dangerous hornet's nest, haven't you? Hahaha."
"N-no... that's a lie! He's the one who ca after us! We... we... Young Li shouted, thrashing on the ground, but in the end, he was completely ignored.
The guard looked at the golden pavilion rising imposingly on the horizon and let out a slow sigh.
"You may enter and begin the challenge to the secret realm." He patted Qingyi on the shoulder. "We'll take care of the cleanup and make sure your ship is intact when you return."
Young Li continued to scream, his voice breaking into desperate sobs as he begged for rcy.
In the end, his noise irritated one of the guards enough that he stomped hard on his head.
His skull cracked with a wet, muffled sound, and his brain matter spread across the ground.
No one had rcy on assassins, especially one willing to kill even his own fellow disciples.
Qingyi gave a final nod to the guards and turned, walking toward the golden pavilion.
When he entered and closed the pavilion's large double doors behind him, an aged sigh echoed through the forest.
An old man erged from the shadows among the trees.
He appeared to be very close to death, looking like soone nearing a hundred years of age, though obviously his actual age was much greater.
His skin hung loosely over his bones, and his eyes, though clouded by ti, still held a frightening depth.
"Master!" The guards knelt imdiately.
Despite his advanced age, that old man was still a terrifying expert.
"What an interesting little dragon..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak, his wrinkled fingers stroking his white beard as he studied the corpses scattered on the ground.
It was rare to see young people with such brutal killing thods, sothing that even reminded him of his own youth.
Looking at the golden pavilion, he smiled.
His ti was running out. He wasn't sure if that young man would be able to retrieve the Elixir that could save his life, but if he did...
He would be eternally grateful.
Qingyi, unaware of the visitor who had watched his entire fight, soon found himself alone in a dark room.
No... it wasn't dark.
If it were dark, he could simply summon a fla to light it up. But even when he did so, Qingyi saw no change whatsoever in the
environnt around him.
His sense of sight had been suppressed.
He took a step forward and imdiately regretted it.
Thousands of small auras exploded around him as his foot sank
slightly, and the sound of chanisms firing filled the silence at the sa ti.
He had stepped on a trap that launched thousands of darts at him.
Protecting his most vital parts with his arms, Qingyi covered his body with black scales.
tallic clinks echoed endlessly as the darts shattered against them, unable to pierce the surface completely.
"So that's what they ant by a test of Qi control and perception?" Qingyi whispered as the last of the darts struck him, falling to the ground shortly after.
It wasn't much, but it was clear those darts weren't there to kill. Their purpose was simply to drain as much Qi as possible, sothing that would be devastatingly effective against ordinary cultivators. "No... it can't be that simple. There must be more layers." Qingyi didn't take a single step further.
Closing his eyes, he spread his senses, sending out small pulses of Qi
in all directions.
Each pulse returned at a different angle, intensity, and ti, even
though they were all sent out at the sa speed.
With this, Qingyi could at least map the walls surrounding him. But there was still a problem: how to identify the traps?
He took a step forward, his foot sinking imdiately.
A massive log plumted toward his head shortly after, easily over a
hundred tons propelled by a Qi cannon that launched it at such a high speed that it shattered upon impact.
"Fuck..." Qingyi growled, a single drop of blood slowly trickling down his forehead as his irritation grew.
If he were an ordinary cultivator, he would have been crushed right
there.
He read the flow of Qi carefully this ti, detecting the path that seed safest, and quickly took a step forward.
His foot sank in again, and this ti, a spear shot up from below,
nearly decapitating his lower dragon.
Qingyi stepped back just in ti, but then stepped into a new trap, and a torrent of liquid drenched him from head to toe.
It looked like water, but it boiled at the temperature of a volcano's
core.
"Don't fuck with ... This has to be a joke..." Qingyi whispered, soaked and steaming, unable to contain the murderous intent that was beginning to seep from his body.
User Comments
0 comments from readers