Chapter 1533 - 1534: After the Fear
The 18 Night Clan strongmen left with joy, leaving only Yang Fei, Ye Shengge, and Ye Liuguang standing on the altar.
On one side of the altar, the Divine Envoy had taken her last breath, her blood already dried up.
After everyone left, Ye Shengge looked worriedly at the corpse of the Divine Envoy on the ground.
"Master, you killed the Divine Envoy and are about to face God's wrath. What should we do now?"
Yang Fei chuckled and waved at Ye Shengge.
"Go search her body for any items, and then we'll consider our next move."
Ye Shengge nodded, walked over to the corpse, and carefully searched the Divine Envoy's body.
A few minutes later, she returned, holding a pile of items in her hands.
Among the items discovered, apart from some daily supplies, a black iron box caught Yang Fei's attention.
Yang Fei opened the black iron box and saw over ten small stones inside.
These stones resembled diamonds, with faceted surfaces, glossy and transparent.
Yang Fei could faintly sense a strange energy fluctuation within them.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang, upon seeing these sparkling stones, shouted in surprise.
"Life Stones!"
"Wow, these are the legendary Life Stones."
Yang Fei was quite surprised, picking up a Life Stone between two fingers to examine closely.
This Life Stone was a warm yellow, glossy and transparent like amber, reminding Yang Fei of the Nine Extremes Crystal.
Yang Fei's expression became serious as he turned to Ye Shengge.
"Where can we find these things?"
Ye Shengge shook her head: "Life Stones are hidden deep underground and are now very difficult to find."
"They were originally abundant near the Spring of Life, but after years of excavation, the surrounding earth's veins have been thoroughly explored by us Night Clansmen, and they can no longer be found."
Long Fei nodded, suddenly reaching out to tightly squeeze the Life Stone.
With a crack, the Life Stone emitted a dazzling light before vanishing.
Ye Shengge exclaimed and looked at Yang Fei reproachfully.
"That Life Stone is almost worth my life, and you easily shattered it. Such a pity!"
Yang Fei felt the energy released by the Life Stone—exceptionally pure and refreshing.
He nodded: "I understand. This thing has been passed down from the Cultivation World."
"I wonder what that so-called god wants these for?"
Fearful that Yang Fei might damage the Life Stones again, Ye Shengge cautiously closed the iron box.
"Even gods covet these things, so we must not waste them. Maybe we'll find them useful later on."
Yang Fei nodded without saying much, letting Ye Shengge securely store the items.
After dinner, 18 Shadow Assassins gathered at the altar, and Yang Fei began teaching Martial Skills.
The mental method Yang Fei taught had a very vulgar name: Thousand Ways to Take Your Life.
This was a Martial Skill left by a senior master in Yinxue Tower.
This senior master was a King Assassin, and the Thousand Ways to Take Your Life was his lifetime study of assassination.
It contains the Art of War, psychology, magic, art of deception, and is quite chaotic, merging many killing disciplines into something very formidable.
Of course, it's impossible to teach this giant tome of killing knowledge to the Shadow Assassins in such a short time.
Yang Fei just selected one set of Martial Skills to teach everyone.
This set of Martial Skills is called Half Drop of Blood.
The way assassins kill differs greatly from the martial arts duels of Martial Arts Masters.
An assassin's attacks are fiercer and more vicious; their movement technique is extremely treacherous and varied, emphasizing a killing blow without engaging in protracted battles.
Half Drop of Blood is divided into movement techniques and skills, concise yet encapsulating the essence of the assassin master's lifelong knowledge of killing.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang, among others, were delighted after hearing just a section.
They are all top-notch assassins, and when Yang Fei started teaching, they realized instantly that Half Drop of Blood was no ordinary Martial Skill!
Every Night Clan master is a King Assassin, and their comprehension of killing techniques far surpassed Yang Fei's expectations.
Often, even before Yang Fei finished speaking, Ye Shengge and others understood and could apply the knowledge creatively.
Yang Fei was stunned, suddenly feeling some fear.
Compared to Ye Shengge and these girls, ordinary King Assassins were no match at all.
Their speed and invisibility Divine Skills, combined with their fierce killing concept, formed formidable combat power.
Now, this group of King Assassins possessed high-level deadly techniques like Half Drop of Blood, making them even more formidable.
Even Yang Fei was unsure whether teaching Ye Shengge and the others the "Thousand Ways to Take Your Life" was right or wrong.
As Yang Fei taught killing techniques and trained Shadow Assassins, the news of the Goddess Envoy's death had already reached a secret place.
The blood-red moon in the sky gradually shifted westward, sending a faint light to the ground below.
Looking down from above, here lies a city long abandoned.
The city walls built with black cobblestones were dilapidated, as if weathered by a thousand years.
At the center of the city wall is a spacious square, and in the middle of the square stands a God Statue.
That God Statue is the statue of a General, gripping a sword hilt, gazing forward, with a square face full of murderous intent.
At this moment, a young man was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone slab before the General statue.
His blue robe was worn and frayed at the sleeves and collar, yet he remained immaculate and spotless.
His expression was indifferent, his demeanor somewhat ragged yet exuding grace; his eyes shining like those of a deity.
Standing in front of the young man was a Bald Strong Man.
The big man had muscles coiling like snakes, remarkably robust, as if carved from granite.
Beside the big man was a man of fair complexion, gentle in appearance, but slightly effeminate.
Yet this man's Qi-Blood and Essence were immensely potent, in no way inferior to the Bald Strong Man.
Not far from the youth, there was a longsword stuck halfway into the bluestone slab.
Under the blood moon, the longsword shimmered with a liquid-like glow.
The big man and the effeminate man stood far from the sword, bowing respectfully to the Ragged Man.
The Ragged Man remained silent, and neither the big man nor the effeminate man dared speak, rendering the scene silent.
The Ragged Man stared vacantly at the blood-red sky for a long time before sighing.
"News from the Night Clan: Fourth Lady has died, killed by a young man who came from outside."
Neither the big man nor the effeminate man furrowed a brow, silently watching the Ragged Man.
The Ragged Man chose not to speak further, his gaze fixed on the longsword embedded in the bluestone slab.
The atmosphere was stifling, as if even the wind blowing outside the city had ceased to move.
Unable to bear the suffocating silence, the big man spoke, the echoing sound resonating within his robust chest.
"What does the Grand Priest say?"
The Ragged Man frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the big man's attitude.
He responded indifferently: "The Grand Priest has remained in the Divine Tomb, leaving us to handle it ourselves."
As soon as the Ragged Man finished speaking, the Bald Strong Man shouted.
"What's there to think about? The three of us should act together and first wipe out the Night Clan!"
The new week has begun, seeking support.