"Who sent you?"
Mo Tianxiao shook the Human Emperor Banner in his hand, locking the assassin's soul in place, rendering it unable to move.
He stared at the soul and demanded sternly.
"Heh, do you think I would tell you?"
The man's face grew calm, as if he had already cast aside the fear of death. He looked at Mo Tianxiao with a cold gaze, a sinister sneer forming at the corner of his mouth. "It won't be long before you come to join me."
Mo Tianxiao's expression changed drastically, reacting as if facing a formidable enemy. Moving like a soaring dragon, he flashed to Zi Ling'er's side, scooped her up under his arm, and darted away into the distance.
"Boom!!"
The violent explosion sent the two flying backward, snapping several towering trees before they crashed into a large mountain.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
After a long while, the two finally crawled out from the pile of rubble. They were covered in dirt and looked quite disheveled.
"Are you alright?"
Mo Tianxiao turned his gaze to Zi Ling'er.
She looked quite a mess at the moment. Her clothes had been blown to tatters, and her originally snow-white skin was scraped and bloody. Glimpses of her revealing figure made Mo Tianxiao unconsciously swallow hard.
Who would have thought this girl was so well-endowed?
"I'm fine, Senior."
Zi Ling'er rubbed her dizzy head and waved her hand, saying, "Thankfully, Senior reacted quickly. These are just superficial wounds."
She had never expected the assassin to be so decisive in detonating his own soul.
It was a good thing Senior reacted swiftly; otherwise, she wouldn't just be dizzy. Her soul would have been blown to nothingness, and she would have perished on the spot.
"Ahem, put on some clothes first. I'll go over and take a look."
Mo Tianxiao glanced at Zi Ling'er's astonishing assets, then stood up with a serious expression and walked toward the direction of the assassin's self-destruction, the dark golden armor on his body slowly dissipating.
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, Zi Ling'er looked down at her own body. Her pretty face instantly flushed red, and she flusteredly took out a brand-new set of clothes from her spatial ring and draped it over herself.
Senior saw her entire body...
The moment this thought popped into Zi Ling'er's mind, the blush on her face spread all the way down to her neck, dyeing her snow-white swan neck a shy shade of pink.
The next second, she shook her head, stood up, and followed him.
Senior did it to save her. It was fine. Let him look. After all, her entire being belonged to Senior anyway.
Having convinced herself in her heart, Zi Ling'er nodded firmly. The shyness on her face gradually faded. "Senior~ Wait for me!"
She quickened her pace and ran toward him.
"As expected, an assassin from the Blood God Palace."
Mo Tianxiao returned to the center of the explosion and picked up an intact spatial ring.
Spatial rings were made from special ores with spatial attributes, making them incredibly hard.
Even a spatial ring crafted by an ordinary artifact refiner would require at least an expert in the Dharma Idol Realm to violently destroy it.
Mo Tianxiao was quite satisfied with this point.
There weren't many treasures in the assassin's spatial ring. There was only a small amount of spirit stones, and the rest were various assassination weapons—at least a dozen different types.
Besides the weapons, there was also a palm-sized dark token. It had some weight to it, possessed an iron-like texture, and felt a bit cold to the touch.
Carved on the front of the token was a fierce Kill character. The strokes were thick and bold, and just this single word exuded a dense murderous aura.
On the back of the token were seven engraved bars. It was unclear what they meant.
"An assassin from the Blood God Palace came to assassinate me..."
Mo Tianxiao frowned slightly. Someone had paid to hire an assassin from the Blood God Palace, and the Blood God Palace had actually accepted the mission.
As long as the Blood God Palace accepted a mission, they would definitely complete it.
No one knew exactly how long the Blood God Palace had existed in the Xuanhuang Realm, but since the day of its establishment, not a single mission had ever failed.
There were even rumors that the Blood God Palace had once assassinated a Great Emperor expert, and succeeded.
To be able to kill a Great Emperor—one could imagine how the fearsome reputation of the Blood God Palace resounded like thunder throughout the entire Xuanhuang Realm.
Countless cultivators both loved and hated this faction.
If you were rich enough, you could have the Blood God Palace kill anyone for you, but you could never guarantee that you wouldn't one day become their assassination target.
"Senior, this is a level-seven assassin from the Blood God Palace!"
Zi Ling'er's gaze fell upon the token in Mo Tianxiao's hand. Her pupils instantly shrank, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Someone wants to kill Senior!"
"We're doomed, we're doomed! Once you're targeted by the Blood God Palace, you're in deep trouble!"
Zi Ling'er instantly panicked. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Mo Tianxiao's hand, and said nervously, "Senior, hurry up and find a place to hide."
The reputation of the Blood God Palace was simply too resounding. As an assassin organization, it actually possessed power that rivaled top-tier factions.
In the entire Xuanhuang Realm, any cultivator with a bit of cultivation base knew how formidable the Blood God Palace was.
The headquarters of the Blood God Palace was located in the Extreme West, a desolate region where not a single blade of grass grew.
Legend had it that cultivators once united with righteous individuals and various factions across the world to storm the Extreme West, all for the sake of wiping out the Blood God Palace assassin organization.
As a result, a massive group of people searched all over the Extreme West but failed to find the Blood God Palace. In the end, more than half of their forces were killed by the Blood God Palace's assassins. Since then, no other cultivator dared to venture into the Extreme West.
Everyone tacitly agreed that the place was the forbidden grounds of the Blood God Palace.
"What does a level-seven assassin mean?"
Mo Tianxiao wasn't too panicked. He didn't know much about the Blood God Palace.
His last encounter with them was in the Void Emperor Mystic Realm, where he heard that three guys from the Blood God Palace were besieged by numerous cultivators and killed inside the mystic realm.
He hadn't paid much attention to this assassin organization.
He didn't expect to be targeted by them after such a short time.
"The assassins of the Blood God Palace are divided into levels one to ten, with each level corresponding to a cultivation realm, from Qi Condensation assassins up to Tribulation Transcendence assassins. Above that are Saint-level assassins, who hold golden tokens and correspond to assassins with Saint Realm cultivation.
"Next are the Emperor-level assassins, who are even stronger than Saint-level ones. They correspond to assassins with Emperor Realm cultivation and use jade-green tokens.
"However, Emperor-level assassins are merely legends. No one knows if the Blood God Palace actually has Emperor-level assassins.
"But one thing is certain: the Blood God Palace definitely has Saint-level assassins."
Zi Ling'er poured out all the information she knew about the Blood God Palace like beans tumbling out of a bamboo tube, her small face incredibly solemn.
"A level-seven assassin means that this assassin's cultivation is at the Void Refinement Realm, and they have successfully assassinated cultivators at the Void Refinement Realm before.
"Once the Blood God Palace accepts an assassination mission, the mission will never end until the assassination is successful.
"As long as one assassin dies, the Blood God Palace will send an even more formidable assassin, continuing until the target is killed!"
Zi Ling'er looked into Mo Tianxiao's eyes, her own eyes filled with worry. "Senior, hurry up and hide. Let's not go to the Immortal City anymore."
After hearing Zi Ling'er's words, Mo Tianxiao fell silent for a moment before cursing foully, "Fuck, which idiot paid to have me killed? They better pray I don't find out! Otherwise, I'll definitely smash their balls!"
Knowing how formidable the Blood God Palace was, to be honest, he felt a bit apprehensive.
No one could guarantee what level the next assassin sent after him would be, and no one could guarantee in what form the assassin would appear!
Furthermore, he still hadn't figured out who had hired the assassins to kill him. Were they after the rogue cultivator Li Yu, or him, Mo Tianxiao!
"Let's go to the Immortal City. We must head to the Immortal City immediately; it is the only place we will be safe!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
