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Chapter 41 - 41 41 Successful Assassination

41: Chapter 41 Successful Assassination 41: Chapter 41 Successful Assassination In the depths of Wolong Mountain, an elder knelt down in front of a cave, his cries of grief echoing continuously into its depths.

“My son…”

“I robbed five bandit leaders’ wives and fathered seven daughters, and it took such effort to finally have a son.”

“And now he’s dead!

His head even chopped off and hung on the city walls!”

“The one who killed him, his entire family deserves death, I will send them all down to accompany him.”

The elder was the bandit leader of Wolong Mountain, and his son was the dark-skinned young man who had previously led the bandits in an ambush against Lin Xing.

Now, the elder constantly kowtowed in the direction of the cave, his tears and snot mingling as he spoke sorrowfully, “Holy Daughter, I want to avenge my son.

I know Zhang Tiande cannot be killed now, but what is Lin Xing?”

“My son is already dead, why should he continue living well?”

From inside the cave, a light sigh emerged, “That informant in the Commander Mansion is extremely important; he was the one who sent out the information for this bandit-suppression operation.”

But the elder’s eyes widened as he said, “Holy Daughter, as long as I can avenge my son, my band will follow the Holy Sect’s commands from now on, without a hint of refusal.”

“Besides, Lin Xing is seriously injured right now; killing him would be as easy as blowing away dust.”

“Leaving such a man under Zhang Tiande’s command is like nurturing a tiger that will bring future troubles.”

After a moment of silence, the cave finally offered a response.

“Fine.”

“He will die.”

…

The following night, Lin Xing suddenly felt a surge of intense pain.

Then he opened his eyes and found himself lying unharmed in bed.

“Am I dead?”

“How can I be killed while lying safely in bed?” Lin Xing touched his head, speechless, “Is there such good luck?”

Having died too many times already, Lin Xing’s frame of mind was no longer as extreme as before when he realized he had been killed.

He even looked forward to such life-and-death battles, seeing them as opportunities to refine his skills.

He simply sat cross-legged, practicing meditation while waiting for the killer’s next visit.

A cat toy by the bed turned drowsily and muttered with its face against the bed, “You’re so noisy, Lin Xing, what happened?”

Lin Xing explained, “Nothing much, just that someone killed me again.”

Bai Yiyi murmured sleepily, “Be quieter, I’m so sleepy.”

After a while, a cloud of stupefying smoke suddenly surged up in the room.

Lin Xing’s eyes snapped open, and he looked toward the window, where he saw a bamboo tube that had been inserted at some point.

“So they first knocked me out with gas before killing me, no wonder I didn’t know how I died.”

Not wanting to waste time being knocked out again and disregarding his injuries, Lin Xing immediately lunged out of the window.

He saw a black-clothed person looking at him with surprise as Lin Xing lunged out.

The next moment, a raging killing intent arose from both sides.

Bang!

Their fists collided fiercely in midair.

Lin Xing felt agonizing pain all over his body, and the wounds that hadn’t yet healed were torn open once again.

“This Lin Xing is indeed seriously injured,” the black-clad person said with a faint smile as a glint of silver flashed at his waist, and a soft sword was seen in his hand, biting at Lin Xing like silver snakes.

In his current state, with unhealed injuries and the opponent wielding a weapon, Lin Xing fell into a pool of blood after a few exchanges.

…

“This assassin must have also grasped the legacy of a military soldier, but definitely has not refined his skills.”

“Still, with my injuries not fully healed, it’s quite difficult to win.”

“Since that’s the case, I can rest easy.”

Regaining his senses, Lin Xing twisted his head and thought, “While waiting, I might as well continue practicing the talismans.”

Because he feared that the assailant might not come if he saw the light, Lin Xing practiced his talismans in the dark room, while also waiting for the attacker’s strike.

Fight after fight, death after death, Lin Xing’s skill with talismans continued to improve.

Until a hint of sleepiness crept into his mind, Lin Xing realized he had been training for quite some time.

Talisman (Level 1, 0.3%) → Talisman (Level 1, 28.7%)

“I need to rest for a bit.

What should I do next?

Call the guards of the Commander Mansion?”

But as he considered this, Lin Xing found himself reluctant to do so.

Was it not a waste to give the assassin who actively sought to kill him close-up only tonight’s opportunity?

“To deal with this vicious murderer, there’s no need to follow any rules.

Making more use of his value will help me recover my memories faster and better protect this world in the future.”

“For the assassin himself, this is also a way of atoning for his sins, contributing to world peace.”

With this in mind, Lin Xing already envisioned his next training plan.

…

Fan Chaolun was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a forgettable face.

But he knew he was anything but ordinary.

He was a True Disciple of the Purple Sun Temple in Taiping County, trained from a young age in excellent swordsmanship, mastering the Purple Sun Swordsmanship to the fourth level.

He used to live a comfortable life in the Purple Sun Temple, guarding its tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and hundreds of affluent slaves—a life free from worries.

However, after the Purple Sun Temple defied Commander Zhang’s military orders, it was wiped out by his troops, leaving only Fan Chaolun to escape.

“Master, oh master, if you hadn’t been so muddleheaded as to not pass on the advanced techniques of Purple Sun Swordsmanship to me, the Purple Sun Temple wouldn’t have been so easily destroyed.”

Each time he thought of the Temple’s destruction by Commander Zhang, Fan Chaolun lamented his master’s shortsightedness and felt a surge of hatred for Commander Zhang.

Later, with guidance and help, he used his nondescript appearance to infiltrate the Commander Mansion, living there under the guise of a menial laborer.

But he knew he was not ordinary; he was the last disciple of the Purple Sun Temple, a revenger lurking in the shadows, a creditor coveting the lives of Zhang Tiande and his followers day and night.

He knew that one day he would reclaim all the Secret Techniques of the Purple Sun Temple, everything that rightly belonged to him.

Unfortunately, he had recently leaked information about an anti-bandit operation, hoping to strike a blow against the Zhang Tiande faction, only to have it foiled by one person.

But today, he was going to kill Lin Xing, the young man, and start the first act of his revenge.

“Hmph, he must be asleep in his room now.

With his seriously wounded body, if he breathes in my sleeping smoke, his death is certain.”

Fan Chaolun arrived outside Lin Xing’s chamber and looked up…

only to find that Lin Xing was not in the room.

“Not here?

Could he have gone to the latrine?”

Fan Chaolun waited patiently for a while and searched the small courtyard but could not find any trace of Lin Xing whatsoever.

Beside the wall, Lin Xing rubbed his brow, “Isn’t it over yet?

I’m so tired.”

Having experienced time-loops time and time again, Lin Xing could now accurately anticipate Fan Chaolun’s sequence of actions, rendering himself invisible to the latter, who had no idea where to attempt the assassination.

Out of options, Fan Chaolun could only return to his room with a puzzled face.

Lying in bed, he thought to himself, “Let Lin Xing live another day.

I’ll make my move tomorrow night.”

“Wait for it, Zhang Tiande, Lin Xing is just the first…”

Not far from Fan Chaolun’s house, Lin Xing, after having been killed several times while following him, had finally managed to track Fan Chaolun back to his room.

“Is this the place?”

Lin Xing yawned and began to sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.

About an hour later, he felt much more refreshed and opened his eyes, looking toward Fan Chaolun’s position, “Let’s begin.”

He walked directly to the outside of the other man’s window and simply looked inside.

From then until daylight the next day, he rested for a while, repeated the cycle by himself, rested for a while, and again repeated the cycle…

To ensure efficiency, he wouldn’t tire himself out too much each time, always taking a break when he felt a little exhausted to maintain his productivity.

For him, the entire process was both tedious and boring.

But for the other party, the next few days were destined to be unforgettable.

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