My husband Can Cultivate

In Yang Qi’s heart, Jingnan Prefecture is his home.

No matter where he goes in the future, this will always be his base.

Only when this place is peaceful and safe can he feel at ease; after all, he has too many ties here.

This time, let it be a test.

If even Overlord Level assassins can’t find a foothold here, then future assassin targets will have to be carefully considered.

For the Blood Lotus Sect’s ongoing assassination attempts, he’ll just warn them by killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

He wants to see if the Blood Lotus Sect dares to continue this mission.

White Mountain Manor, secret room.

The assassin was tied to a pillar, still in a daze.

"Wake him up!"

The Wolf King said coldly.

Immediately, someone brought a basin of saltwater and splashed it on the assassin.

At this moment, even the assassin felt an excruciating pain and was jolted awake from her unconsciousness.

As she opened her eyes, she wanted to commit suicide but found that the poison sack inside her mouth had been removed. Her power was also abolished.

Forget suicide; she couldn’t even break free from these common ropes.

The Wolf King said dully, "Now that you’re here, don’t think about suicide anymore. Even if I hadn’t removed the poison sack, even if you died, someone could still bring you back to life.

So, stop making pointless struggles."

The woman coldly glanced at the Wolf King and said, "Heh, you think catching me means you’re safe? If anything happens to me in Thunder City, the Blood Lotus Sect will just send stronger assassins, and you’ll all die."

This wasn’t just talk, the Blood Lotus Sect always operated like this, it was their style.

Vicious!

Malicious!

And domineering!

The Wolf King smiled and said, "The Blood Lotus Sect’s Southern Territory branch was destroyed by us, so where’s your confidence coming from? I’m telling you, unless you send a Gold Label Assassin, a Martial Spirit Level assassin, otherwise, however many come will just be courting death.

Enough with the nonsense, confess honestly, where is the other assassin?

If you tell us, we can let you live incognito.

If not, as a killer with so much blood on your hands, you’ll spend a lifetime in the Heavenly Supervision Hall, and you might be sent to Thousand Snake Island Prison.

Once you’re there, there’s no hope of coming out, and besides, you’re already a cripple, have you thought about what torture you might face?"

The woman slightly frowned, but quickly returned to normal. She didn’t expect the person in front of her to know that Twin Stars were two people.

The Wolf King laughed, "You don’t have to speak, we might just have to put in some effort, but we’ll find her sooner or later. After all, she looks exactly like you, which makes it easier to find."

The woman remained silent, seemingly determined not to speak.

Indeed, these assassins were trained rigorously, making it extremely difficult to extract information easily from them.

The Wolf King laughed slightly, "You probably don’t know who I am? We, the Seventy-Two Wolves, used to have many methods to pry open mouths.

If you don’t speak, that’s fine; I’ll make you speak. The modern society has many more methods than before.

Bring on the methods."

The Wolf King was done wasting words.

His methods naturally weren’t those outdated torture techniques; they were obsolete. In this era, there are much better ways.

Absolutely something this assassin had never encountered before.

...

Ten minutes passed.

The woman’s eyes were filled with terror. She had never seen such methods before, feeling as if she were on the brink of collapse, training she had undergone never covered this.

The Wolf King only injected her with a drug.

No pain, no itch.

Yet it brought her spirit to the brink of collapse.

"Kill me... just kill me."

The assassin began to plead.

The Wolf King’s expression remained unchanged because he knew the information about the other assassin was crucial to the safety of Thunder City and Yang Qi; carelessness wasn’t an option.

When Yang Qi contentedly returned to White Mountain Manor, the Wolf King had already extracted what he needed from the assassin.

Their resolve was indeed strong.

And very strong at that.

But it couldn’t stand against the drug concocted by Yang Qi.

Unknowingly, she confessed obediently.

Immediately, Yang Qi called for Huang Borren and the Lei Tingjun.

"An assassin has entered Thunder City; Huang Borren knows we’ve already caught one, but there’s still another one at large. Lei Tingjun, have the official system in Jingnan Prefecture cooperate with Huang Borren to find this person quickly,"

Yang Qi said.

"No problem."

After the two left, they immediately took action.

Starting from surveillance at the high-speed rail station, airport, to various checkpoints.

Everything was thoroughly checked.

Along with many registration records.

If an issue is found, immediate confirmation would be done.

In just three hours, the target was found.

In modern society, unless you hide in a remote mountain, finding someone is really quite easy.

After all, Thunder City is filled with surveillance cameras everywhere.

Plus, with intelligence from Star Shining Society’s peripheral members, confirming the assassin became much easier.

However, the group didn’t alert the target.

As if nothing had happened.

The next day, Yang Qi went to his favorite restaurant for a meal.

Though not high-end,

it’s close to White Mountain Manor and fits Yang Qi’s taste quite well.

Today, Yang Qi booked a private room.

He didn’t invite anyone to join him, enjoying his meal alone in the room.

A waiter came in and politely asked Yang Qi what dishes he wanted.

"The usual,"

Yang Qi replied.

The waiter nodded and left.

Dishes were brought one by one, each personally placed on the table by the waiter.

A total of ten dishes.

Yang Qi ate alone.

Having undergone Immortal Cultivation, his appetite had greatly increased—perhaps due to a severe lack of energy, yet he remained un-gainly.

"Join me for a bite,"

Yang Qi smiled at the waiter who was about to leave.

"I wouldn’t dare, the boss would deduct my pay."

The waiter shook his head.

"Don’t worry about it, I’m a regular here. I’ll tell the boss, he won’t refuse," Yang Qi laughed, then poured a glass of wine for the waiter.

Finest Flying Moutai.

The aroma of the wine filled the room.

"Come on, bottoms up!"

Yang Qi chuckled.

The waiter seemed somewhat hesitant.

"What, won’t give me face? Don’t worry, you won’t drink for free; I’ll give you a hundred bucks for a glass,"

Yang Qi said casually.

"Customer, I earn honest money; don’t insult me with money."

The waiter stood up.

Irritated.

Yang Qi laughed, and suddenly, in one swift movement, he dashed towards the waiter, grabbed the bottle of Moutai from the table, and poured it straight down.