Chapter 28 — Pompous Deception (2/2)
Yun Wu arrived, bearing a string of heads. Her entire body was clad in black, and after leaving the Forbidden Grounds, she had used medicine to control her violet pupils1, so they were back to a matching shade of black too.
If it weren’t for her petite stature, she would’ve looked little to no different from the assassins she had killed.
Suddenly!
“Who’s there?” A harsh voice barked. A streak of yellow battle spirit struck against the room doors, blasting it open from the inside. Wu Gang’s tall figure swiftly appeared outside. Those who possessed wind attributes were quite fast.
Yun Wu stayed in the dark. The instant Wu Gang left his room, a bloodstained dagger shot at his feet. The warning was evident.
“Halt, or else… I2 won’t show any mercy.” An old, androgynous voice, tinged with coldness, spoke, momentarily stunning Wu Gang. Then, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he responded, “Who are you? Invading Yun Manor in the middle of the night… are you aware of the consequences?”
“When I was traveling the length and breadth of the country, you were still feeding from your mother’s breast. Do you think a child like you is qualified to know my identity?”
A shaft of red light, emitting a matchless extent of searing energy and incredible murderous intent, whizzed toward him.
“Master Practitioner?” Wu Gang’s expression shifted, and he subconsciously fell back.
Bang! The ground quaked slightly. Lowering his head, he saw that the attack had left a pit in the hard ground. Promptly, eight bloody heads fell through the air and landed in the pit. Seeing those heads immediately caused Wu Gang’s pupils to contract and his eyes to flicker with surprise.
Weren’t these the eight assassins he had dispatched to kill that good-for-nothing? How come…
“These youngsters actually dared to attack someone I, their ancestor, am protecting. Prior to their deaths, they said that everything was set up by you. Is that true?” Ominous murderous intent rose. Such thick, abyssal-like murderous intent shook Wu Gang’s heart.
Ancestor? Protecting? Was it possible that that good-for-nothing’s “resurrection” was all due to the discrete protection of this ‘old man’?
To be fire-attributed, a Master Practitioner, able to kill eight with ease, and have a physique like that… there was only one person who could possibly match all of those qualifications.
“Might Senior be the former number one assassin of the Dragon Sect, Senior Fengxing?” Wu Gang inquired respectfully as he looked at the thin ‘old man,’ whose black robes hung loosely due to being oversized.
Yun Wu was abruptly stunned.
Senior Fengxing? Who the hell was that? The former number one assassin of the Dragon Sect?
The Dragon Sect again, huh…
Honestly, the show of murderous intent and strength she had put on earlier was merely a pompous display achieved through special methods, as she had wanted to see if she could prob anything out of Wu Gang.
Little did she think he would mistake her for someone else. Nonetheless, it gave her a great opportunity to continue and say, “Hmph. Child, it looks like you are quite keen.” She waved her hand, portraying herself as every little bit a worldly expert.
Wu Gang’s eyes instantly filled with more respect. “So it really is Senior Fengxing. Please pardon this junior for his disrespectful offense just now. However, didn’t Senior leave on a cultivation journey? Why is Senior Fengxing here, protecting that good-for—Yun family’s Ninth Miss?”
“Is that something a child like you is qualified to ask?” Murderous intent rose again, stunning Wu Gang. He immediately remembered that assassins had their own rules and professional ethics to comply with.
Wu Gang hurriedly clasped his hands together in obeisance and explained, “ Senior Fengxing, please do not misunderstand. This junior didn’t mean anything, just that…” A cold voice swiftly broke in.
“Then don’t diverge from the subject. You haven’t answered my question. Was it you who utilized the imperial token to send them on the assassination?”
Upon hearing those words, Wu Gang furrowed his brows; it appeared that this man really was the former number one assassin, Fengxing. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to get that piece of information from those other assassins.
“Senior Feng, certain things are better left unsaid. You are of the Dragon Sect—their rules, you should know well.”
“Know what? All I know is that I owe your target a debt of gratitude. If you dare meddle… regardless of how illustrious the person behind you is, you will both bear the consequences,” snapped a seemingly enraged voice. Wu Gang blanched, and a dash of humiliation appeared on his face.
“Senior Feng, those words should not be spoken lightly,” he warned, but he got only a disdainful ‘hmph’ in response. Finally, he grew indignant, “Fengxing, don’t ignore what’s good for you. Though you’ve left the Dragon Sect, you are still a former subordinate of the Empress, so you’d better not forget your standing.”
The Empress? So the Empress was behind it all?
“Whether I remember my standing or not is not for you to criticise. Child, tell the Empress this: Don’t go too far, or else… the one to fall victim to her own schemes may be herself.” Then, the thin, black-robed figure disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the bloodstained dagger and the eight heads.
Wu Gang stayed rooted in place. He neither gave chase nor dared to give chase. After all, assassins were different from martial practitioners. Provoking an assassin when it was night time would ensure an unspeakable death.
However, his expression was growing more and more unsightly.