Chasing after her husband? Is it even possible to win him back?

The cell door was slowly opened, and Ah Chou let Dang Kang's large, fan-like hand press and stroke his head.

You saved my life.

Now it's my turn to save you.

Chapter 5, Demon Clan Assassin

As dusk fell, the sun began to set.

Chu Xunfeng sat in the courtyard, staring blankly at the food box on his stone table.

The food box was brought home from Denglong Pavilion. Today was a day with nothing to do. Apart from going to the bay in the South China Sea to see the Dragon Gate phenomenon in the morning and talking with Ao Xiu for a while, Chu Xunfeng spent the rest of the day wandering around the North District.

He couldn't find out where the person with missing teeth lived, and on his way home, he inexplicably went to Denglong Pavilion and took a food box home.

The turtle shopkeeper of Denglong Pavilion couldn't resist teasing Chu Xunfeng, mentioning that the little rabbit demon hadn't been around for a while and that the shopkeeper had been thinking of hiring him to work at Denglong Pavilion. Chu Xunfeng remained silent for a moment, offering no reply.

He didn't know how to start the conversation, let alone what to say to the turtle shopkeeper.

After carrying the food box home, Chu Xunfeng just stared at it silently, without moving.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

Chu Xunfeng slowly relaxed his clenched fist. He stood up, opened the food box, and took out the dishes one by one. After picking up his chopsticks, the dishes were still the same dishes, with the same familiar taste, but they tasted bland and tasteless.

The young man calmly and meticulously finished off all the food in the lunchbox.

Don't die, you're missing a tooth.

The young man gently tapped his chopsticks on the plate, picked up the black gold spear beside him, walked back into the house, and sat quietly on the bed.

Two more assassins at the Profound Realm will come to kill him tonight. Chu Xunfeng will not forget this. He raised his right hand and looked at his palm.

How long have I been in the demon race?

It's been almost four months now.

How long have you been away from the Ning family?

About half a year.

[Don't you care about yourself?]

Chu Xunfeng stared at his right hand, which had developed calluses from practicing shooting, and slowly clenched his fist.

The young man slowly closed his eyes.

Miss, actually I have changed quite a bit. At least I'm no longer indifferent to everything. At least... I'm moving towards the results and goals I want, and I'm willing to pay a lot.

I was able to suppress myself.

I just don't know, which do you think is better, the me now or the me who used to confide in you in the cave?

Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually darkened.

Night gradually painted the sky. In the courtyard, unwashed plates sat on the stone table. Flies that had landed in the sauce on the plates sensed the change in airflow and scattered.

The two figures dressed in black stopped in their tracks because of the movement of the flies.

Two pairs of eyes, exposed on the black cloth, met each other's gaze.

Both belong to a special department of the demon race, the Demon Suppression Division, which is an internal intelligence agency under the Snake Lord's control. It's a place where dirty work is done.

Both of them were skilled in stealth and assassination. Today, they received a secret order from their superior to assassinate a human who might pose a threat to the dragon race.

Chu Xunfeng.

The two followed their usual routine: meet, gather intelligence, infiltrate, and then deliver a swift and decisive blow. That was the original script.

However, just as the two were about to approach the room, the door creaked open and was pushed open by a hand.

The indifferent young man stepped out of the courtyard and looked at the two 'uninvited guests' standing in his yard. His indifferent expression suddenly turned somber, as if everything that was happening at this moment was really an accident.

"Who are you people!" Chu Xunfeng roared, pointing the black gold spear in his right hand at the two people beside the stone table in the courtyard.

The two assassins were dumbfounded, but things had come to this point, and they had to carry out their superiors' orders. Being exposed was acceptable; two Xuan Realm cultivators facing off against a Fourth Realm cultivator was not going to be outmatched.

The two masked assassins exchanged a glance as Chu Xunfeng shouted angrily. After nodding in unison, one drew a dagger and the other clenched his fist, rushing towards the young man standing at the door.

Chu Xunfeng's expression changed, and he stumbled back into the house.

The two assassins hesitated for only a moment before rushing towards the half-open door. In their view, Chu Xunfeng's retreat was just a subconscious reaction. After all, it was perfectly normal for a fourth-realm cultivator to react this way when facing two profound-realm cultivators.

However, they probably never considered that Chu Xunfeng was a special person.

His retreat was not to avoid their sharp edge, but simply to... lure them deeper into his territory.

The body-cultivating assassin raised his hand and punched the half-open door. The wooden door suddenly shattered into pieces. However, amidst the crashing sound of the wooden door breaking, a dragon's roar, accompanied by the hum of metal, attacked the masked assassin.

Chu Xunfeng stood behind the door, waiting for the system's prompt. His perception was his absolute weakness; if we were to use the barrel theory, Chu Xunfeng was practically missing a plank in terms of perception.

Unfortunately, his foundation was too weak. Although his cultivation level was sufficient, he had no way of accessing various unique skills and supernatural abilities. Fortunately, while the system couldn't help him in combat, it could perfectly assist him in perception.

The moment the body-cultivating assassin smashed the wooden door, Chu Xunfeng immediately handed over the black gold spear in his hand.

This resulted in the moment the side room door shattered, the black gold spear, carrying dragon-shaped clouds, pierced through the debris of the wooden door and went straight for the body cultivator assassin's chest.

Although the assassin who threw the punch was surprised, he did not panic. Faced with the attack from such a tricky angle, he simply raised his right hand and grabbed the black gold spear.

The illusory dragon shadow formed from the clouds roared silently and bit down on the assassin's right hand.

The phantom formed by the gathering clouds was not enough to kill the enemy at this moment, but it was a manifestation of Chu Xunfeng's spirit and energy. Facing the hand that reached for the spear, Chu Xunfeng twisted his right wrist and swung the black gold spear. The sharp spearhead tore through the body cultivator assassin's right palm, and the swung spear also instantly forced back the weapon cultivator assassin holding a dagger. Finally, it struck the door frame, shattering the wooden door frame.

Chu Xunfeng stood inside the gate, his clothes, face, and arms all scratched by fragments of the wooden door, but he remained unmoved. Holding his gun in both hands, he gazed into the darkness at the assassin dressed in night clothes, who hesitated to approach for a moment.

The gate to the side room in the courtyard was too small, so Chu Xunfeng, holding a long spear, single-handedly guarded the gate.

"I'll tear down the wall!" The body-cultivating assassin glanced at his companion. "You hold him off."

"Okay." A hoarse voice came from beneath the black cloth covering the assassin's face.

Chu Xunfeng stood silently in place, unmoved, only staring at the assassin who was gripping the dagger in reverse.

The assassin, a soldier, silently guarded the gate. Chu Xunfeng didn't move, and the assassin didn't intend to move either. The situation remained deadlocked for a moment.

Until... a dull thud sounded from the wall of the side room, and dust fell from the room.

The body-cultivating assassin is really planning to demolish this room.

Chu Xunfeng suddenly took a step forward, and the weapon-wielding assassin also took a step forward, blocking the gate instead.

The dull thud sounded again.

The sound of bricks and stones cracking rang out.

In an instant, the tide turned, and Chu Xunfeng became the fish in the jar.

Chapter Six, Ruthless

The room teetered on the brink of collapse under the relentless blows, while the assassin, a soldier, blocked the door, his sharp gaze fixed on Chu Xunfeng, who held a gun, through his masked black cloth.

The young man's gaze shifted to the wall, which had developed huge cracks. This house, where he had lived for three months, probably couldn't withstand a few more punches from that soldier-soldier assassin.

We must break out.

With this thought in mind, the young man stepped forward, his wrist twitching slightly. The tip of the black gold spear disintegrated in the air, producing a buzzing vibration, and clouds of mist clung to the spear.

The assassin tensed instantly, watching the young man rush towards him. He slammed his short dagger into the tip of the black gold spear, attempting to force Chu Xunfeng back.

However, the moment the two weapons clashed, the assassin felt an immense force surge into his right arm. The power of the black spear was much greater than he had imagined, and the assassin, who had only exerted six-tenths of his strength, was suddenly knocked back a step.

The flaw is thus revealed.

"Fist Master!" The assassin shouted angrily as he took a step back, warning his companion.

Chu Xunfeng had already stepped into the room, and the wind from his fists was already whistling towards him.

With a swift left kick, Chu Xunfeng forcefully struck the shaft of the black gold spear with the side of his foot. The spear blocked the body cultivator assassin's fist, and Chu Xunfeng, holding the spear with both hands, suddenly staggered back several steps, his shoulder slamming hard against the courtyard wall, his blood surging.

Before Chu Xunfeng could adjust his state, a chill suddenly struck his right hand holding the gun.

Chu Xunfeng's eyes narrowed, and he released his grip and raised his leg, lashing out with a leg whip at the soldier-cultivator assassin.

With surging blood and phoenix blood igniting the clouds, Chu Xunfeng unleashed an incredibly swift leg whip attack, immediately unleashing a top-tier killing move.

The assassin gritted his teeth, but it was too late to retreat. The leg whip had already struck first, and the assassin could only hold his weapon to defend, trying to withstand the attack.

However, it was impossible to stop it!

Short weapons like daggers are not suitable for so-called close combat and blocking. From the moment Chu Xunfeng met these two assassins, he had been fighting with the Black Gold Spear. These two assassins never imagined that Chu Xunfeng was also a physical cultivator.

The clouds burst open, and the leg whip tore through the air. The immense force lashed fiercely at the assassin's shoulder, sending the man in black, dressed in night clothes, flying sideways. He crashed heavily into the courtyard wall, even collapsing it, and was buried in the rubble.

Seeing Chu Xunfeng's attack, the body cultivator assassin took a step back with a gloomy expression. He himself was a body cultivator, and although he couldn't understand where the power of Chu Xunfeng's kick came from, he could understand one thing.

He could barely block that leg whip, but Chu Xunfeng was also holding a long spear, so he was probably no match for him.

Is this guy a fourth-realm cultivator?

Before the body cultivator assassin could decide whether to flee or charge, Chu Xunfeng suddenly swung his spear towards the pile of bricks and tiles.

In the darkness, a bright spark suddenly burst forth. The body-cultivating assassin instantly realized that it was a sudden sneak attack from his comrade among the bricks and tiles, and he instantly closed in.

At this moment, Chu Xunfeng touched the ground with his right leg, suddenly leaped up, and jumped over the wall.