Chapter 71: The Assassination Begins
Chapter 71: The Assassination Begins
"I don't know."
Fang Che furrowed his brows, looking troubled. "Isn't Xi Men Xuri a seed of the Heaven Deity Sect? If I kill him, won't the Heaven Deity Sect's plans be disrupted, and they might take revenge on me? Well, anyway, these people aren't good guys. We should be cautious and pay attention to our safety."
Huo Churuan's involvement with the Demon Sect was something she decided to keep to herself for now.
For now, she would act under the name of the Heaven Deity Sect.
She would expose the Huo family later.
Fang Che carefully reviewed his plan step by heart, mentally rehearsing each step.
As long as the Huo family makes a move, they won't be able to hide the fact that they exposed themselves!
"I understand."
Ye Meng immediately lowered her head, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Then, she made an excuse to go and burn something, quickly spreading the message.
What if the people who come are too powerful, and I can't handle them? I can't expose myself either.
...
Meanwhile, Fang Che sent a message to Seal God Palace: "Greetings, Sect Leader. Your subordinate, Night Demon, reports that I have beaten Huo Churuan for four consecutive days. She's been thoroughly humiliated, and I estimate the Huo family will seek revenge. I plan to eliminate them all!"
Upon receiving the message, the Sect Leader of Seal God Palace laughed with satisfaction and immediately replied: "Understood."
He then sent a message to Qian Sanjiang: "Ensure Night Demon's safety."
Clearly, the Sect Leader understood that Night Demon wasn't just reporting but was seeking assistance.
But Qian Sanjiang was confused.
What's going on?
Is Night Demon in danger?
Damn, I, a grand Super Grand Elder of the Unity Sect, have become this kid's personal bodyguard?
Without hesitation, Qian Sanjiang set out.
That night.
Fang Che didn't allow Ye Meng to sleep in his room but ordered her to hide with him in a concealed chamber.
He was fully alert.
Tonight, he expected high-level experts from the Unity Sect to arrive, and if Ye Meng acted carelessly, their cover would be blown.
That couldn't happen.
The concealed chamber was small, just enough for the two of them.
Ye Meng tensed up, trying her best to minimize her presence. Fang Che's warm, gentle breath caressed her ear, making her feel like tiny ants were crawling all over her body.
Fortunately, her training helped her endure and hold back.
"Don't move, don't speak, and don't make a sound. Your life depends on it," Fang Che whispered in her ear.
Ye Meng slowly nodded, closed her eyes, and relaxed her body, silently waiting...
Fang Che also focused his attention.
Being so close to Ye Meng's youthful body stirred strange sensations within him, creating a tense atmosphere.
The lingering fragrance filled the air, and he had to arch his body like a shrimp to distract himself.
He quickly shifted his thoughts, planning how to deal with the Huo family.
Fang Che's heart was filled with murderous intent towards these three families.
He knew that all families affiliated with the Demon Sect would eventually do one thing: based on their capabilities, they would slaughter all civilians in the city or region they resided in.
Then, the entire family would defect.
This demonstrated their absolute loyalty to the Demon Sect, leaving no room for retreat, whether in the eyes of the Demon Sect or the Guardians.
It was like a pledge of allegiance, similar to what the Xi Men and Huo families would do. Once they took action in their small city, with few experts capable of stopping them, they could turn it into a river of blood in just one night.
This included the Ding family, led by Ding Jueran.
Therefore, Fang Che had been provoking Huo Churuan, cutting off her cultivation path at the Martial Academy, humiliating her to the utmost, and pushing her to the brink of endurance.
meet you.
As long as the Huo family made a move, Fang Che was confident he could force them into a desperate situation—a thought that brought him no remorse.
However, the more he enjoyed humiliating Huo Churuan, the more dangerous his retaliation would be.
But there was no other way.
He couldn't reveal the reasons behind his actions, nor the source of his information.
Everyone saw Fang Che as a boastful and arrogant young man, but only he knew that his actions could easily become a self-dug grave.
The night deepened.
...
In the neighboring mansion, Fan Tianiao was also present, hiding in the shadows.
He was troubled: if they took action, their surveillance of Fang Che would be exposed.
But Fang Che couldn't die.
This whole situation was a mess!
On the other side.
Qian Sanjiang had already disguised himself.
He was the Sect Leader's treasure.
He had to protect him at all costs.
Deep into the night.
The sky was devoid of stars and the moon.
It was the hour of the Rat.
Several dark shadows quietly approached in the night.
They quickly locked onto Fang Che's courtyard.
With a whoosh, several people seemed to fly through the air and landed in the courtyard.
They were bold and fearless, perhaps a bit too casual.
After all, according to their intelligence, Fang Che was only a Seventh or Eighth Rank Martial Instructor, a mere shrimp. Sending a few Minor Grandmasters seemed like an overreaction.
He was just a Martial Academy student, no matter how talented.
But this kid was too hateful. What did he do to our Huo Churuan to make her so relentless?
Killing him would be fine.
Tonight, with the dark and windy conditions, was the perfect time.
The courtyard was quiet, without even a single guard in sight.
The three intruders exchanged glances and smiled, then leaped down from the tree.
They headed straight for the main house.
Qian Sanjiang, perched on another tree branch, watched with sharp eyes, not moving a muscle.
He wanted to see if Fang Che could handle this on his own.
He prepared his hidden weapons, ready for any situation.
The shadows swiftly reached the door.
...
Two people kept watch.
One approached the door, placing his palm on it, and with a gentle twist, the lock silently disintegrated.
With a light push, the door opened noiselessly.
The person flashed into the house and made a 'mission accomplished' gesture behind his back.
The door was gently closed, leaving behind silence.
A soft puff was heard, and then all became still.
Inside, the stillness continued.
The person who entered the room was...
The two outside, on lookout duty, were perplexed: What's going on? What happened?
Hey, give us some reaction, bro! What's the situation in there?
Inside, the person who had entered was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. However, his face was turning blue and purple, indicating something was amiss.
At the bedside, a plate of incense slowly burned, releasing colorless smoke without any distinct scent.
The smoke hovered around the bed, not spreading beyond.
This was the notorious Soul Devouring Incense, feared throughout the Martial World.
Anyone below the General rank who inhaled it would fall into a deep slumber.
Without an antidote, they might sleep until death.
A box of ten incense sticks, along with the antidote, cost Fang Che thirty merit points! When Fang Che exchanged for the incense, his heart ached as if it were shivering.
So expensive!
He also endured the 'demon-like' gaze from the old man at the merit point exchange counter.
Expensive or not, being looked down upon, he had to bear it.
Although he had already reported the situation, the Seal God Palace would surely have made arrangements, but there's a difference in the eyes of the higher-ups between someone else handling your troubles and taking care of them yourself.
This is the distinction between having ability and the magnitude of that ability.
Fang Che reported the matter to ensure nothing was left to chance.
He still intended to handle it himself.
Since last night, one incense stick had already been wasted.
That's why Fang Che was so frustrated.
If the Huo Clan doesn't send assassins to kill me tonight, I'll have wasted another precious Soul Devouring Incense.
Fang Che waved his hand lightly, and Night Dream extended an iron hook from the hidden compartment, hooking the person and dragging them quietly. With a lift of Fang Che's hand, a needle silently pierced the person's throat.
The person died without a sound.
The hook moved again, pulling the blanket to cover the body on the bed.
"Can we still use this bedding after today?" Fang Che sighed in the concealed chamber.
Night Dream rolled her eyes silently.
At this critical moment, you're still worried about the bedding? We're on the brink of life and death, bro!
Qian Sanjiang sighed up in the tree.
This kid is too sneaky.
Just as the two outside were getting impatient, the assassin inside suddenly died! It was too easy.
But what method was used remains a mystery. In any case, it must be some sinister trick, similar to our Seal God Palace's Sect Leader in an odd yet effective way."
No wonder the Sect Leader appreciates him."
...
The other two, waiting outside, finally lost their patience and burst into the room.
Channeling their cultivation, they used their spiritual sense to scan the room.
The bedroom was quiet, with someone sleeping soundly under the blanket. Their companion who had just entered, Hong Fei, was nowhere to be seen. It was as if nothing had happened.
But this was too strange! Where did the large, living person who had just entered go?
The two spun like whirlwinds and rushed to the bed, their knives flashing as they slashed at the blanket-covered body.
A splatter of blood and a loud thud followed.
The person on the bed seemed completely unprepared and was cut into three pieces.
A head rolled out, and the two grabbed it, only to be shocked.
"Old Du!"
This head belonged to their companion who had just entered!
How did he end up under the blanket? And why was he unresponsive? They were baffled.
At that moment, their heads spun, and they felt dizzy.
Their knives slipped from their hands, and they fell forward, collapsing on the bed.
They lost consciousness instantly.
As their hands loosened, Old Du's head rolled away like a ball.
After a while, two needles flew out from the hidden compartment and pierced the throats of the two unconscious men.
They showed no reaction.
Fang Che kicked off the ground and leaped out, brandishing his long knife. In the instant he appeared, his blade flashed, and he swiftly struck twice.
Two heads were cleanly severed.
The stench of fresh blood instantly filled the air.
These strikes were executed with extreme decisiveness.
Even Qian Sanjiang outside was stunned: No interrogation? Just a swift execution?
After the killings, Fang Che, with the incense burning and antidote in hand, sat in a dark corner of the room, guarding the three corpses.
His expression remained unchanged.
He was certain no one else would come.
With a flick, he lit a fire starter and illuminated the room.
Night Dream emerged from the hidden compartment, her face slightly pale. "Sir... what should we do now?"
Although she wasn't overly scared, her heart was pounding.
Half of her expression was genuine.
In contrast, Fang Che was genuinely calm.
"What should we do? Cold salad."
Fang Che opened the door and placed the three headless corpses on the floor.
He then began searching their bodies one by one.
Gold and silver tickets, identity tokens, and the Huo Clan's insignia were all there.
There was even a flame-shaped identity plaque indicating a high-ranking member of the Huo Clan.
Three Minor Grandmasters.
Fang Che calmly collected these items and instructed Night Dream, "Find three boxes suitable for heads, and put some lime in them."
"Okay." Night Dream left in a fluster.
Soon, she returned with three boxes.
Fang Che carefully matched the identity plaques with the heads and placed them in the boxes. He was meticulous and thorough.
Then, he dragged the three corpses by their ankles out to the courtyard.
In the corner, he ordered Night Dream, "Dig a deep pit."
...
Many readers skimmed through chapters or didn't read carefully, failing to understand why Fang Che was so upset with Huo Churen.
They thought it was just a show of arrogance and face-slapping.
Regarding this, I feel...
(End of Chapter)
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