The Undying Immortal System

I woke up in my room in the Blue Wind Pavilion.

My frantic state of mind competed against the lack of adrenaline in my system, leaving my body in a confused state. My mind wanted to get up and run, but my body was relaxed. Taking several deep breaths, I calmed down and assessed my situation.

Who had killed me?

Not the assassin. The person holding the knife made no difference to me. Who was the one giving him orders? I tried to think through who I had offended and who had the means to order my death.

More importantly, what could I do to prevent it from happening again?

The assassin’s words about my ‘next life’ immediately made me think that somehow the Earthly Dao arranged things behind the scenes, but I discounted it. If it had a problem with what I was doing, it could damn well tell me to my face as it had done in the past. If it was the Dao, it would do whatever it wanted anyway, and trying to avoid its punishments was futile, so it wasn’t worth considering.

The assassin had some type of illusion or stealth technique. It reminded me of the man from the Dragon Gate Festival, but with that man, I could see him in qi vision. I couldn’t rule out him improving in his technique, but it could have also been another person with a similar skill set.

I hadn’t been attacked inside the Wastes which made sense. I was already a Peak Grandmaster, and even if an assassin could easily overpower me, if his cultivation was the same level as mine it would be possible for me to escape. The killer was almost certainly a Lord, so he was someone who couldn’t enter the Wastes.

Someone had tracked me, knew when I entered Rising Sun, and used that opportunity to kill me.