"Then I’ll be looking forward to it," Chen said.
Faced with Su Xuange’s secret threat, Chen Ye’s smile grew even wider.
Isn’t it just a little snake?
Although he only knew of the snake’s existence, he didn’t understand the details of Qinghuan.
However, he had warned his three disciples in advance, expecting them to be on guard.
If the little snake were to behave itself as a pet, that would be fine. But if it dared to bite, it might end up being skinned by Qing Jun and thrown into a pot for snake stew.
Moreover...
Although Su Qingdai has a snake, his disciples have a fox!
The little white fox has an extraordinary background and is suspected to be the spirit pet of True Man Ye.
Chen Ye suspected that this little fox harbored many secrets and could not be underestimated.
"Taoist Su, take care. I must return to study; forgive me for not seeing you off,"
Chen Ye politely cupped his hands and, amidst the contemptuous faces of the Medicine King Valley cultivators, walked away leisurely, blending into the bustling crowd of Hunyuan City.
...
As night deepened, even though Hunyuan City was brightly lit and the main street thronged with people, the remote alleys were already deserted.
Chen Ye strolled down a dimly-lit cobblestone alleyway.
He appeared relaxed, but his divine sense had already silently spread out to capture every subtle movement within several hundreds of feet.
"Rustle..."
The footsteps behind him, almost blending into the night wind, suddenly ceased.
"Hmm? Could it be someone from Medicine King Valley? Are they really so impatient?"
Chen Ye speculated inwardly.
"Hiss—!"
The air suddenly erupted with a sharp whistle!
A black cold gleam burst forth from the shadow behind Chen Ye, striking at his back with an exceedingly tricky angle!
This strike was fast, precise, and ruthless.
A pure killing technique refined through countless trials.
The attacker’s cultivation level was unexpectedly at the Sixth-Layer of Foundation Establishment, just a step away from the Late Period!
Chen Ye’s footsteps didn’t change, but at the moment when the black gleam was about to pierce his clothes, his body slid mysteriously forward by half an inch.
This was the Blood-burning Shadow Displacement technique he had improved!
[Blood-burning Shadow Displacement Great Success: 32/200]
"Ding!"
The pitch-black dagger stabbed fiercely into the afterimage Chen Ye left behind.
"What?!"
The attacker’s pupils contracted fiercely, his heart pounding.
With just a probe, he realized he was definitely not a match!
This assassin was also a ruthless character, seeing the situation was bad, he abandoned the dagger and turned into a mist of black, retreating wildly out of the alley.
"Since you’ve come, why rush to leave?"
Chen Ye stopped his footsteps, slightly turned his head, his voice indifferent.
"Stop messing around! When I want to leave, can you stop me?! Instructor Chen, we will meet again..."
The assassin sneered coldly, his escape technique extremely profound, confident that even if he met a Late Period Foundation Establishment cultivator he could escape unscathed.
But his laughter barely started before it was abruptly cut off as if a duck had its neck pinched.
Or rather, indeed had its neck pinched...
A bloodless hand silently emerged from the darkness, clamping down on the assassin’s nape like a vice.
The assassin’s proud mist escape technique vanished without a trace under this grip!
Who is this?!
How is this possible!
"Uh... gag gag..."
The assassin hung in midair, his feet frantically kicking in vain.
With difficulty, he glanced back, and behind him stood a tall cultivator clad in a gray robe, appearing at some unknown time.
The cultivator was silent, devoid of any signs of life, yet the pressure he emitted was enough to make the assassin’s blood run cold.
"You... you are..."
The assassin was petrified, desperately trying to activate his dantian to resist, but how could the tall cultivator give him the slightest chance?
Qingzhi, with an expressionless face, slightly tightened his five fingers.
"Bang—"
Blood splattered, and the assassin’s neck was crushed by terrifying force, his head fell and rolled to Chen Ye’s feet.
Chen Ye lowered his gaze, looking at the irrevocably dead head at his feet, slightly frowning.
Interrogate a living captive?
He never even entertained the thought.
A cultivator at the Sixth-Layer of Foundation Establishment, even within the Five Sects, could be considered high-ranking, akin to the leader of a peak.
The ability to employ such a formidable expert as an assassin indicated that the forces behind it were exceptionally extraordinary.
Since so, why leave any opportunity for soul searching interrogation?
Since no useful intelligence could be extracted and it carried risks, Chen Ye naturally didn’t bother wasting effort, letting Qingzhi kill him decisively and cleanly.
With it making the move, even if there was some vicious blood curse or imprint backlash, it wouldn’t affect the real Chen Ye.
"Well done."
Chen Ye remarked casually.
If it were him, he could easily slay this assassin, but it would require some effort.
But letting Qingzhi handle it... was effectively a superior force.
The refined Qingzhi now possessed power at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment!
The tall Qingzhi stepped back expressionlessly, as it had no intellect of its own, naturally showing no reaction.
Chen Ye waved his sleeve, capturing the storage bag along with the poisoned dagger from the assassin’s body, then flicked his fingertips, sending out a wisp of ghostly fire, which lightly landed on the headless corpse.
"Whoosh—"
The ghostly fire devoured the corpse along with the bloodstains, burning it clean within two or three breaths, leaving no trace when the wind blew.
"Oh? Not from Medicine King Valley, has a demonic technique scent. Emotion Crossing Sect? Indeed, Qi Kingdom’s Demon Path wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity,"
Chen Ye called back Qingzhi, walking casually into Hunyuan City’s main street.
The factions outside wouldn’t hold back and have already started underhanded moves.
I wonder if those three little girls inside are enjoying their play?