"The mole is dead, beaten to death, but the target did not exhibit any characteristics that met the criteria."
Inside that building, a person dressed in a robe with a blood-red lotus pattern was giving a report, while two people sat in the main seats in front of him.
They were all wearing masks, each with a different design, except for the blood-red lotus flowers of the fourth and eighth ranks, which were both distinct and identical.
"Sword Master, what do you think of this test?"
The person with the eighth-rank insignia looked at the other person, who was calmly drinking tea with a long sword at his waist, and asked a question. The lower half of the other person's mask was detachable, revealing a smooth, jade-like chin. In his hand was a novel about a beautiful woman.
"Look with your eyes."
The latter answered with unwavering focus, seemingly clicking his tongue in amazement at the particularly interesting parts.
"Stop reading your little dirty book! I'm asking you, what about this mission? You're the one who sent that person! Now he's dead! The mission has failed!"
Upon hearing this response, the other party slammed their hand on the table in exasperation.
"Tsk, what do you mean by that, Hall Master? Although I arranged the person, you know about Digging Mole. Although he's only at the second level of cultivation, he can kill someone at the third level. The price is also reasonable. He's suitable for testing whether Dao Chengyi is the target we're looking for."
The assassins at the Fushan Martial Arts School were sent by them; they were from the Blood Tower, but they were also part of the Blood Lotus Society, an organization formed by those who had awakened their own flesh.
The previous probing at Woniu Village was orchestrated by them, and this assassination was also orchestrated by them. Both had the same basic purpose: to test each other.
“That makes sense, but what I mainly want to ask is whether we should continue to probe? I feel that this kid is a bit strange. You know, both of the dead people are related to him.”
It's bizarre no matter how you look at it. Before practicing martial arts, a second-level cultivator died during a test. After a month and a half of practice, another second-level cultivator died during the test, and he was killed by his own hands. When did ordinary people become so powerful?!
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
How could such a monster possibly appear in such a small place? Could it be a demon god...?
"What you've thought of, others can too. Fei's core at Woniu Mountain hasn't moved much, and Lingling's side is completely sealed off. As for Citie, the Mu family won't let such an outsider live."
The incense master directly exposed the hall master's little scheme, causing the latter to lose his composure before returning to the main topic.
"Then tell me what to do? This information needs to be reported!"
"Let's hold back and let Min Hao continue to make contact. There's no need for us to test them. We don't need to test their potential and prospects. The other two companies will have plenty of people to test them. We can just wait."
The leader of the incense hall gave an answer: now that the master of the Mu family's martial arts school has taken on a disciple, the disciple is naturally different from the past. Moreover, the other party's own power is also extraordinary, so there is no need to target him to death.
"That's the only way. Go now, and proceed as normal from here on out."
The subordinate took his leave, and the hall master, seeing the incense master still engrossed in reading the erotic novel, couldn't help but ask him a question.
"Is it really that beautiful?"
"Of course it's good! Let me tell you, the Record of the Goddess Qiongming is truly a masterpiece. The descriptions, the depictions, the plot—it's unprecedented!"
"Is it really that outstanding?"
"You'll see when you see it!"
The incense master enthusiastically promoted the book, and then took out an identical copy of the storybook and gave it to the hall master.
Seeing the other party's practiced manner, the hall master knew that he had come prepared. He didn't care about such things and started to look through the pages. He was immediately attracted by the phrase "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river." As he read on, he saw the phrase "Everyone has a brat in their heart." It was a straightforward statement, but it was extremely captivating. The hall master slowly became serious.
Of course, Dao Chengyi was completely unaware that he was about to gain a new fan; at that moment, he was lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
White, large, and smelling of milk, Dao Cheng turned his head to one side, and the rest of the view was of the light black bed curtains. At this moment, he was being used as a pillow by his maid Du Ruo.
He is now in his own home, his legs wrapped in white cloth and covered with medicine, suspended in a ditch, while Wenxuan kneels beside him, peeling longan and feeding it to him.
Youlan, with her slender waist exposed and ankle bells, was dancing somewhere, dressed in something resembling traditional Miao clothing from her previous life, while Qingteng was playing the pipa.
Outside, another maid, Nanzhu, was decocting medicine, while Gou'er stood like an iron tower on the other side of the bed, eating duck blood powder.
This is his home, but he's not so afraid of being killed anymore because the Third Young Master lives nearby, along with his Fifth Senior Sister, Mu Qinghong.
Despite the presence of other attendants and manpower, he faced no pressure in terms of guarding, but he was still somewhat displeased, having almost died while unable to exert his full strength.
"Alas, so many disasters and hardships."
Dao Chengyi ate the sweet longan and casually touched its softness, pondering whether or not to go to the planting ceremony this time. He thought he should go, since he didn't really want to wait until next time, in case someone came to assassinate him again.
"Young Master, please don't be anxious. The doctor said that you should remain calm and composed during the recovery period in order to recover quickly. The Third Young Master said that you can start building your Dao foundation on your own once you have recovered."
"Young master, you are exceptionally talented. I'm sure you'll be able to leap over the dragon gate and ascend to the martial arts path, aspiring to become a marquis."
The three realms of martial arts are called Houbian, also known as Wuhou. The name Hou is derived from the lunar calendar festival Hou. In the past, it originally referred to the animals in the same area changing with the seasons, such as eagles turning into doves and sparrows entering the water and turning into clams.
However, in martial arts, this refers to the third realm, an interesting realm where martial artists can change their physical form, not bound by the human form. There are also rumors that the Marquis can transform the flesh and blood of other normal people, thus beginning the process of seizing power.
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