Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

The Qin Prince's Mansion presents a very peaceful and harmonious image to the outside world.

A loving couple, a kind mother and filial son, friendly brothers, and deep sisterly affection...

These positive words don't seem out of place at all when applied to them.

The thirteenth imperial grandson died ten years earlier than expected, but he is still alive.

If you say there's nothing fishy about this, whether others believe it or not, Li Changqing himself absolutely doesn't believe it.

If there's nothing fishy going on here, then something truly bizarre is going on!

The mastermind behind this is very powerful; it cannot be ruled out that the King of Qin himself or someone secretly opposing him is involved.

"Only by going to Kyoto can we uncover its secrets."

Li Changqing stopped thinking about it and focused on observing his surroundings.

They traveled for another two days.

Both of them were skilled in martial arts, and even if they weren't in a hurry, they could easily travel more than a hundred miles a day.

When they were still 800 li away from Kyoto, the two arrived at Shirakawa Wharf and took a boat to Kyoto.

"This ship will keep sailing day and night, and we should be able to reach Kyoto in about six or seven days."

Murong Yao let out a long sigh of relief.

Even though she was very confident in her plan, she was still a little nervous, just in case.

Protecting the imperial grandson is a task that cannot tolerate the slightest mishap.

For the past ten days or so, she has been on tenterhooks.

Now I can finally take a break.

Unlike Murong Yao, Li Changqing had a vague sense of foreboding ever since he boarded the ship.

There were about thirty passengers on board.

Half of them were candidates for the imperial examinations in the capital and their servants, along with some wandering swordsmen, two merchants, and their assistants.

So many people are crammed onto one ship, all heading to Kyoto.

Such an environment should be extremely noisy.

Whether it's scholars studying for the imperial examinations, wandering heroes drinking and chatting, or two merchants negotiating a deal, it's all happening at the same time.

The commotion they cause is never small.

In fact, the ship was very quiet, so quiet it was almost frightening.

Murong Yao said that everyone is keeping their wits hidden when they go out and don't want to attract attention.

This situation is actually not uncommon.

Li Changqing didn't have much experience, so what Murong Yao said didn't seem unreasonable.

The problem is that Li Changqing is much stronger than Murong Yao.

Murong Yao's inability to hear does not mean that Li Changqing cannot hear.

When they weren't with the others, the boat was truly quiet. Li Changqing could only hear their breathing; he couldn't hear any of their conversations.

Scholars traveling to the capital for the imperial examinations did not interact with their own pageboys.

The martial arts heroes, each fighting their own battles, found corners on the boat to lie down and sleep.

Not only did the two merchants not communicate with each other, but they also did not give any instructions to their men.

Only when Li Changqing and Murong Yao came out did they pretend to whisper a few words to each other, their voices extremely soft.

Even though Murong Yao's strength had reached the Innate Realm, she didn't hear what they were saying.

Li Changqing could hear clearly.

Their conversation was worthless; it was just casual acting, much like actors repeating numbers one, two, three, four, five.

If Li Changqing and his men were even slightly careless, they wouldn't notice anything unusual at all.

Li Changqing, however, was an exception.

He overheard their undisguised conversation, so Li Changqing was certain that none of the new guys were any good.

"It's going to rain tonight, Commander Murong, be careful!"

Murong Yao looked up at the sky.

The sky wasn't clear at the moment, but it didn't look like it was going to rain either.

"Do you think you're some kind of experienced old farmer who can predict the weather?"

"You don't understand, there's a rhyme about it. 'When it rains, the mountain is covered with a hat; when it doesn't rain, the clouds embrace its waist.'"

Li Changqing would certainly not tell the truth. When martial arts cultivation reaches a certain level, one can perceive the changes in all things in the world.

One of these factors is the weather.

Wind, rain, thunder, frost...

Li Changqing could sense it in advance.

Besides that, there are dangers.

As the boat sailed into a mountain stream, it suddenly started to rain. At first, it was just a few scattered raindrops, but soon it became heavy.

Along with the rain came a strong wind.

The wind blew raindrops, which fell on people's faces, icy cold and biting.

"It's really raining!"

Murong Yao looked up at the sky in disbelief.

The weather was extremely strange; we could still see the moon and stars around us, but it was raining overhead.

It felt like God had specially sent rain to this spot for someone.

Besides the rain, a faint sense of murderous intent permeated the surroundings.

The killing intent wasn't strong, but it was incredibly pure...

This is the kind of aura that only true assassins can hone.

The number of mission targets who died at their hands was at least several dozen, if not a hundred.

"Was it discovered after all?"

Thinking of this, Murong Yao looked at the door behind her. That was where Li Changqing lived, which had been specially partitioned off to create a space similar to a private room.

Anyone else who wants to kill Li Changqing must break in right in front of her.

This was a location that Murong Yao specifically chose to protect Li Changqing.

She didn't sleep; she stayed by the door the whole time.

"boom!"

The attack came suddenly; it was a meteor hammer that flew directly in front of her.

Murong Yao drew her soft whip from her waist and swung it at the incoming meteor hammer. The two collided with a tremendous roar.

The scattered internal force shattered the ship's planks.

"A master at the late stage of the Innate Realm!"

Upon realizing the opponent's strength, Murong Yao felt a sharp shock in her heart.

This was completely different from what she had expected.

The message from the Six Doors (a government agency) did not say that the assassin's strength was very weak.

Most of them are at the later stages of their training, barely qualifying as assassins.

The strongest one was only at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

Murong Yao originally thought that with her strength, she could protect Li Changqing's safety.

But now it seems her previous thinking was a bit too optimistic. A late-stage Innate Realm assassin is far superior to those weaker assassins.

"Wind and Rain Tower, Assassin's Camp, or Blood Skull?"

There are four notorious assassin organizations in the martial arts world.

Murong Yao suspected that the other party was a professional, but she did not believe that the other party came from the most legendary assassin organization.

Therefore, they are most likely one of the three major assassin organizations.

"I will not change my name!"

"I will not change my surname!"

"Blood Skull, you've been waiting here for a long time."

A thunderclap boomed in the sky, and lightning instantly illuminated everything around.

There were seventeen people in front of Murong Yao.

Each of them exuded a murderous aura.

"This is a trap!"

By now, how could Murong Yao not understand?

They have fallen into the other side's trap.

Those guys who attacked the Six Doors before were just a smokescreen by Blood Skull.

Their true objective has always been themselves.

This mountain stream is located in a treacherous area, and the river flows at an alarming speed.

In addition, it started to drizzle.

After the murder, all that's needed is to sink the ship, and everything will be submerged.

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