After learning that Mo Tianxiao had sealed her cultivation solely because he was afraid she would self-destruct, and then subjected her to a series of humiliating acts, Yun Sangyi's mental defenses completely collapsed.
She threw herself at Mo Tianxiao, opening her small mouth to reveal sharp canine teeth, and bit down viciously on his neck.
"I'll bite you to death, you giant bastard!"
"Hiss!"
With her condition fully restored, this bite was countless times more ferocious than before. The pain made Mo Tianxiao bare his teeth as he roared angrily:
"Are you a dog? How are you so good at biting!"
"Did you forget the oath from just now? You are harming me, and you will suffer the backlash."
Mo Tianxiao pressed his hands on Yun Sangyi's shoulders and forcefully pushed her away.
"Hahahahaha! How could I be harming you? I am loving you! Is it impossible for me to even kiss you?"
A satisfied smile of having exacted her revenge appeared on Yun Sangyi's face. Her lips were vibrantly red, as if stained with blood.
"Damn it, you broke the skin! Yun Sangyi, you son of a bitch!"
Touching his neck, he actually found a trace of blood. Mo Tianxiao was exceptionally displeased.
No wonder her lips were so rosy; she was actually using his blood as lipstick?
Yun Sangyi pursed her sexy lips, her beautiful face full of smugness. "Hmph, this is just a friendly exchange between friends. Did you forget what you said yourself? We are the best of friends. Can't you even endure this?"
Since she couldn't take direct revenge, using this method to retaliate against him would at least make her feel better.
Mo Tianxiao wiped the saliva off his neck. The bite marks disappeared in a short while, and the wound healed back to its original state.
Yun Sangyi had been played by him to the point of slight mental instability, so he decided not to fuss over her childish "rewarding" behavior.
"Time to talk business. Tell me, what exactly is going on with the Blood God Palace, and what did you mean earlier by freelance assassins?"
Yun Sangyi's expression calmed down slightly, but due to her previous excitement, her face still carried a hint of flush.
"The assassins of the Blood God Palace are divided into two types. One type is assassins cultivated by the Blood God Palace from a young age. The assassin you encountered before who chose to self-destruct should belong to this category.
These assassins are extremely loyal to the Blood God Palace. They value the organization's orders more than their own lives, and they are much more cold-blooded.
Such assassins do not allow themselves to fall into enemy hands. Even if it means self-destructing, they will not let the enemy obtain any information."
"The second type is assassins like me who join the Blood God Palace halfway. We are called freelance assassins. We have a high degree of freedom and do not need the Blood God Palace to provide resources to cultivate us.
If we want to obtain resources from the Blood God Palace, we can independently accept assassination missions. Upon successful completion of a mission, we receive the corresponding reward.
There are many freelance assassins like us. The Blood God Palace manages us very loosely. Because of this, our understanding of the Blood God Palace is not necessarily more than that of outsiders.
Freelance assassins can leave the Blood God Palace at any time. Once we choose to leave, the Blood God Palace will not accept us a second time."
Yun Sangyi looked at Mo Tianxiao and shared everything she knew about the Blood God Palace.
"Heh, they even hire outsourcers. The Blood God Palace is quite something."
Mo Tianxiao stroked his chin, somewhat curious. "What was the reward for assassinating me?"
He wanted to know how much of a price it would cost to kill him, the young master of a top-tier faction.
Yun Sangyi held up five fingers. "This amount."
Mo Tianxiao slightly raised an eyebrow. "Five holy artifacts? That's a bit cheap."
He was, after all, the heir to a top-tier faction.
His master was an incredibly powerful quasi-emperor, an existence that even families like the Huangfu family dared not provoke.
Coupled with his decent relationship with the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace, with all these layers of identity stacked together, it only took five holy artifacts to assassinate him?
But on second thought, no matter how many buffs he had stacked, in the eyes of the Blood God Palace, he was merely a minor cultivator in the Profound Comprehension Realm.
Although he had now crossed the class divide and become a great cultivator in the Primal Spirit Realm, in the eyes of a top-tier assassin organization like the Blood God Palace, he was still just an ant.
"Forget it, five holy artifacts can barely match my status a little."
Although being hunted by the Blood God Palace made him very unhappy, the thought that someone was actually willing to pay five holy artifacts for his death made him feel slightly more balanced.
Yun Sangyi glanced at Mo Tianxiao, her tone sounding somewhat impatient. "Fifty million spirit stones."
"..."
The air suddenly froze, falling into a dead silence.
Mo Tianxiao stiffly raised his head, forcing a twitching smile. "What did you say?"
"Fifty million spirit stones. That is the reward for successfully assassinating you."
Yun Sangyi ruthlessly stated Mo Tianxiao's worth.
"Fifty million spirit stones!?"
Mo Tianxiao tensed up, his fists involuntarily clenching tight.
"The Blood God Palace dared to accept a mission to kill me for just fifty million?"
What could fifty million spirit stones do?
To ordinary cultivators, fifty million might be a lot, but to Mo Tianxiao, did that even count as money?
He probably couldn't even buy a single quasi-holy artifact with that. For such a price, the Blood God Palace actually dared to take on the mission to assassinate him?
"That is why, after learning your identity, I chose to abandon this mission."
Yun Sangyi knew very well that Mo Tianxiao's identity could not possibly be worth only fifty million spirit stones.
"It is obvious that the Blood God Palace artificially lowered the reward. Moreover, when we accepted the mission, the information only stated that you were an ordinary disciple of the Demonic Sect, without any special identity."
Yun Sangyi recalled the scene when she took on this mission. Thinking about it carefully now, it was full of irregularities.
"I think I know what the Blood God Palace is plotting."
Yun Sangyi raised her eyes to look at Mo Tianxiao, speaking her guess aloud. "First, the Blood God Palace sent an absolutely loyal assassin they cultivated themselves to kill you. However, the mission failed, and the assassin never returned."
"Coupled with your special identity, the Blood God Palace changed its strategy. They released the mission and assigned it to us freelance assassins.
They deliberately withheld your true identity from us to keep the reward low, and at the same time, this reduces the loss of their loyal assassins.
Most importantly, once we successfully assassinated you, the Blood God Palace could simply kick us aside. That way, even if the Demonic Sect sought revenge, they would most likely only come after us.
Meanwhile, the Blood God Palace wouldn't need to pay any price, or only a very small price, to complete this mission."
Yun Sangyi's deduction was not unreasonable; the Blood God Palace's thoughts were likely exactly that.
Mo Tianxiao also nodded, agreeing with Yun Sangyi's statement.
After all, no matter what, he couldn't possibly be worth only fifty million spirit stones, right?
"There's one more thing. How did you find me?"
Mo Tianxiao voiced his final doubt. He had clearly hidden himself quite well, even staying in the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace for a few years before quietly leaving. How could the assassins of the Blood God Palace locate him so quickly?
Furthermore, judging from Yun Sangyi's behavior, she seemed to know his whereabouts from the very beginning and had deliberately waited for him in Falling Cloud City.
If his movements had always been under the control of the Blood God Palace, then he was completely screwed.
Yun Sangyi took out a map. On it, two rays of spiritual light were shining, and the two lights almost overlapped.
"These two points: one is me, and the other is you."
A chill ran down Mo Tianxiao's spine. "How is this done?"
What kind of disgusting method was this! To actually be able to peep on his location!
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