Chapter Seventy-Three Settling One Matter

  At dawn, Wu Zongyue arrived with the starlight, after a full day of rushing, finally arriving at the foot of Qing Shui Town before dawn on the second day. Although he had already seen the flames flashing in the direction of his home from afar, Wu Zongyue was not foolish enough to rush in directly at this time. Instead, he circled around the city wall, found a hidden position near his own courtyard, and began to meditate to recover his strength.

  It turns out that Wu Zongyue has also entered the realm of Xiantian, and is a relatively special existence among them. He has comprehended the Xiantian boundary of the earth. One of his basic talents is that as long as he stands on the ground, he can continuously recover his own energy, and the speed is also slightly faster than other Xiantian masters. Moreover, he can hide his body in the earth and move underground for a short time, which is indeed extraordinary.

  It's just that before this, it had never been easily revealed, for fear of bringing unnecessary trouble to oneself. You should know that the Sword King who has entered the Innate Realm and an ordinary Sword King are basically incomparable, except that entering the Innate Realm is a pass to enter the Sword Sage Realm, its own advantages and various mysterious methods are not what ordinary Sword Kings can imagine.

  In this case, if Wu Zongyue were to expose the news of his entry into the Innate, he would definitely get entangled in trouble. He had originally come to this poor and remote town of Qing Shui to avoid getting involved in too much trouble, but now people have bullied him to the point where they have destroyed his home twice. It's simply unbearable. If he can still continue to endure at this time, then what has he been cultivating for all these years?

  "Damn it! Wait for me!" Wu Zongyue's face rarely showed a stern expression, and he exerted himself to recover his strength, wanting to quickly go find those bastards to settle the score.

  The son had previously given himself the dan medicine, which was used to save his life at critical moments. It's better not to use it if possible, after all, a long time has passed since the Wu family sent out the distress signal. Now thinking about it, there are no longer any living people in the Wu family, and it's not necessary for him to rush over urgently anymore.

  "Alas! It's just that I don't know if the trump card left for the mother and son duo will be useful, hopefully those beasts won't find them before I arrive..." Wu Zongyue's mind flashed with this thought, but he immediately threw it to the back of his mind and focused on recovering his strength.

  Two hours later, Wu Zongyue opened his eyes, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He immediately got up, and at this moment, Wu Zongyue had fully recovered his strength, and his body was also adjusted to its peak state. He casually took out a pill and swallowed it, which was the Introspection Pill given by Wu Yeru. After waiting for his breath to completely disappear, he immediately unfolded his Heavenly Endowment, and his body flashed into the ground in an instant, leaving no trace on the spot, as if he had never appeared before.

  At this time, the two Sword Kings who were left behind were hiding separately. As old hands in assassination, they naturally had some special skills. The skill of hiding was particularly crucial to the life and death of an assassin, and many times it relied on this method to launch a sneak attack or escape with their lives. Therefore, in terms of stealth and concealment, the two could be said to be extremely professional.

  At this time, one of them was hiding in the ruins that were burning with flames. Although his eyes seemed to be on fire and the flames were not small, it was only a superficial phenomenon. In fact, under the flames, there was another world, where there was not only wood to ensure sufficient burning time, but also thick sand and soil to isolate the heat, and below that, there was a layer of black cloth.

  This fabric is not simple, it's made from the hair of a mythical beast and woven into a dense, windproof material. After weaving, it still needs to go through several layers of medicinal baths and various processing procedures before it can take shape. It's a high-end equipment in the assassin organization, and ordinary assassins naturally can't get their hands on it. Only those who have made significant contributions to the organization and possess exceptional strength are qualified to obtain it.

  Its function is naturally excellent, not only can it effectively defend against various sword attacks, but also has a very high effect on defending against strong energy, under the power of the Sword King, don't even think about leaving a mark on it, extremely tough.

  Moreover, its crucial effect is also reflected in a hidden aspect. After all, as an assassin, most of the time it cannot be seen in the light, so this fabric's effect is to conceal one's own aura, and can block out the detection of masters who are no higher than oneself by one rank. In other words, as long as they are below the Sword King master, including the Sword King, they will not be able to detect this assassin.

  Of course, there is a prerequisite here, that is, the opponent is not an innate master. After all, as mentioned earlier, any master who enters the innate realm is fundamentally unpredictable in terms of means. Innate masters are determined by their own understanding to decide on their subsequent talents. As long as the master is not too stupid, they will not reveal their trump card. However, it is known that innate masters have a common ability, which is to use nature to determine the opponent's position.

  From this point on, Innate Experts are almost the natural enemies of these assassin-type characters. These two people would never have thought that the person they were ambushing was an Innate Expert; otherwise, they would have fled immediately.

  At this time, the assassin who was lying on the ground under the bonfire was patiently waiting, a pair of eyes constantly scanning around, because he had complete confidence in the fabric on his body, so the assassin didn't worry that his gaze would expose his position.

  "Damn it, I'm an old man with aching bones, and I still have to suffer this kind of torment. Let's go back! As soon as I get back, I'll report to the higher-ups and then I can retire early and enjoy some peace and quiet. I've dedicated half my life to the organization, I have the right to retire early." The old assassin had a bit of a temper, and he had been cooped up here for several hours already. With a fire burning not far from his body, how could he calm down? A few drops of sweat kept falling from his face, and the old man began to think about his future plans.

  Just then, just as the old man's heart was slightly unbalanced and he was complaining, a black long sword suddenly pierced out of the ground, piercing the old man's heart, and then quickly retracted. The old man's face froze, his eyes filled with an unbelievable expression, as if he couldn't react to what had just happened, and couldn't understand how a sword could come out of the ground and pierce his own heart.

  However, the old man no longer had the opportunity to think about these things, because the long sword that was withdrawn at this time stabbed out again. The difference was that this time it was pierced through the throat. The assassin, the old man, was injured again and naturally could not survive. He saw his body stiffen slightly, and then he collapsed to the ground, with large amounts of fresh blood flowing out. This sealed space was filled with a bloody smell in an instant, but it was impossible for the smell to spread out in a short period of time.

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  Don't worry, there will be less of us later, and there is still one more chapter later. Today, I wrote and wrote, and it was over 4,000 words, so I divided it into two chapters to post.