Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Bang!"

The porcelain bottle exploded at Gui Qi's feet.

Thick black smoke billowed out instantly, completely engulfing his figure.

A pungent odor filled the air.

Almost at the same time, Gui Qi let out a sharp, piercing whistle.

This is a signal to retreat.

The men in black, who had infiltrated various parts of Dingbei Prefecture, heard the whistle.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without any lingering fighting, and they instantly broke free from the standoff with the guards, retreating like the tide.

Thick black smoke billowed out, extremely choking.

When the smoke cleared, Gui Qi had disappeared from the spot.

"You run pretty fast."

Lin Mo dusted off the soot on his clothes, his expression gradually calming down.

Warrior...

Beijing...

Things were more complicated than I had imagined, but also more interesting.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the crimson dots representing the enemy on the panoramic view in front of him were rapidly moving away.

The light dimmed, and it was about to slip out of the surveillance range.

There's no escaping it.

Lin Mo murmured something, then his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot once again.

……

Blackwind City.

An abandoned warehouse.

This place is remote and desolate, with a rotten smell permeating the air.

Gui Qi leaned against a pile of dilapidated haystacks, his face as pale as paper.

His left arm hung limply, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

except him.

He only had five brothers left.

Five.

When they set off, there were thirteen of them, each one an elite member of the "Ghost Gate" capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

It is a terrifying force capable of easily wiping out a local powerful clan.

They managed to infiltrate Dingbei Prefecture, and within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, eight of them were killed!

They couldn't even bring back the body!

Gui Qi felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.

That young man...

Lin Mo's face kept appearing in his mind.

And that seemingly casual punch.

The power of that punch was ferocious and pure, something that someone at the fifth level of Body Tempering could never possess.

Could it be... a sixth level?

The moment the thought crossed Gui Qi's mind, he felt a chill run down his spine.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

As one of the most outstanding assassins of the "Ghost Gate" generation, he has come into contact with countless secrets.

He knew very well that there were very few experts in the entire Great Xia Dynasty who possessed the sixth level of cultivation.

Aside from those few old monsters who have long since gone into seclusion, there could be no one in the outside world at the sixth level of cultivation.

Sixfold.

That was an insurmountable chasm.

But the truth was laid bare before him in a bloody manner.

This mission has completely spiraled out of control.

This remnant of the Lin family is not a fish that escaped by chance, but a giant beast lurking in the abyss, quietly growing fangs and claws!

He had to report this earth-shattering event to that official immediately.

Despite the excruciating pain, Gui Qi took out a piece of specially made oiled paper from his pocket, along with a small wolf-hair brush. Dipping it in the ink sac he carried with him, he quickly began writing on the paper with his uninjured right hand.

After finishing writing, he carefully folded the letter and put it into a brown envelope.

Then he took out a piece of bright red sealing wax, lit it with a tinderbox, and dripped it onto the envelope.

Then, before the sealing wax dried, Gui Qi pressed down heavily with the pinky ring on his little finger.

A hideous "seven" character ghost head mark suddenly appeared.

"Soul Nine".

He said in a hoarse voice.

A man in black immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"grown ups."

"You must leave the city immediately, take the small road to the north, travel day and night, and make sure to personally deliver this letter to the Third Young Master."

Gui Qi's tone was extremely solemn.

"yes!"

Hun Jiu took the letter, carefully hid it close to his body, and without uttering a single word, turned and quickly left.

Watching Hun Jiu's figure disappear at the warehouse door, Gui Qi's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and he collapsed, panting heavily.

Now, all we can do is wait.

We await the decision from the capital.

We must not confront that monster head-on until reinforcements arrive.

……

Outside the warehouse, in the shade of a large tree a hundred meters away.

Lin Mo's figure blended perfectly into the darkness, his presence completely gone.

He watched as a man in black emerged from the warehouse, deftly leading out a fast horse that had been prepared beforehand, but did not act immediately.

Making a scene here would be too noisy and alert the people inside.

Like a patient hunter, he quietly watched his prey mount his horse, then with a spur of his legs, he transformed into a black shadow and galloped off into the wilderness north of the city.

well.

Lin Mo followed silently, like a ghost.

……

Hun Jiu rode his fast horse, galloping wildly across the wasteland.

He obeyed Gui Qi's orders and chose the rugged and difficult path.

Horse hooves flew, kicking up a trail of dust.

They hadn't gone far when they found themselves in a completely deserted place, with only the whistling wind and the monotonous sound of horses' hooves echoing in their ears.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It should be safe now.

But just then...

He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

not good!

As a Ghost Gate assassin, Hun Jiu's vigilance far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Without thinking, he suddenly bent forward, trying to dodge!

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Before he knew it, a hand was already on the back of his head.

That hand was steady and warm, yet it instantly froze the blood in Hun Jiu's body.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints from extreme fear.

It's that monster!

How could he...?

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones cracking was the last sound he left in this world.

Lin Mo casually dismounted the corpse from the horse, then jumped off as well, and slowly began to search Hun Jiu's side.

soon.

The envelope was then in his hands.

Lin Mo tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

To the Third Prince:

Your subordinate, Gui Qi, reports: Things have changed in Black Wind City. Lin Mo, a remnant of the Lin family, is no ordinary person; he is suspected to be a high-level martial artist, far exceeding our expectations. My squad has suffered heavy losses, with only five men remaining, and is no longer able to complete the mission. Feng Niang is seriously injured and has fled to Dingbei Prefecture, where she is under their protection.

This young man is cunning and ruthless, far from the spoiled brat described in the intelligence reports.

The situation in Blackwind City is out of control. We implore you, young master, to make a decision and send reinforcements immediately. Otherwise, a great disaster may ensue.

—Ghost Seven, weeping blood as he submits this memorial.

Lin Mo looked at the contents of the letter without much expression, but his gaze fell on the words at the top of the envelope.

"The Third Young Master?"

He brought the letter close to his eyes and looked at it again to make sure he hadn't misread it.

He frowned.

"The capital city..."

"Where did this so-called Third Young Master come from?"