Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

While Qingzhou City was still reeling from the news released by Xiyu Tower,

An old man, weary from his journey, finally arrived in Qingzhou City.

"Qingzhou City, what a coincidence. Last time I fled here in disarray, this time I hope I can get my revenge."

Liu Canglan looked at Qingzhou City with emotion, and then headed straight for Langya Pavilion in Qingzhou City.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the main hall of Langya Pavilion.

"I wonder what brings you here, esteemed guest, and what I can do for you?" The exquisitely beautiful Su Mei stepped forward.

"Miss, I'm here to see Xiyulou. Could you please help me contact them and say that I have a commission to discuss?"

Liu Canglan said politely that although the other party was not very strong, he would not dare to act recklessly here.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The woman then swayed her hips as she went inside to report to Shangguan Hong.

Su Mei then arranged for a servant to go to Jing Ke's residence to inform them to come over.

A moment later, Jing Ke walked in. He had rushed over immediately upon hearing that there was a big business deal.

"Greetings, sir."

Liu Canglan immediately spoke upon seeing Jing Ke.

"Did you come to see me at Xiyu Tower? What do you want to talk about? Let's go to the side hall next door."

After Su Mei gave him a meaningful look, Jing Ke recognized that it was she who had come to find him.

"My lord, I have come here to hire your esteemed forces to kill someone for me."

As soon as Liu Canglan entered, he spoke to Jing Ke.

"Oh, no problem. I'd like to know who you want to kill so I can determine the price."

Jing Ke's interest was instantly piqued; it was finally time to start the first order for Xiyu Tower.

Liu Canglan suddenly looked up, the fire in his eyes suddenly blazing intensely.

That was the hatred that had been suppressed for ten years, almost burning him to ashes.

"Mo Chen, the City Lord of Luoxia City in Qingzhou!"

These three words, like a poisoned dagger, were carved out of his teeth, one by one, with a chilling edge.

"Ten years ago, the Liu family was the leading family of spiritual herbs in Qingzhou. They had been engaged in cultivating spiritual herbs for generations, and three experts at the Void Realm had emerged from the family, so they were quite well-known."

Liu Canglan's voice began to tremble; the past glory and the tragic destruction intertwined in his words, creating a suffocating web.

"My Liu family has a family treasure called the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass. That grass can help people break through the bottleneck of the Void Realm and even has the effect of bringing the dead back to life."

"Mo Chen coveted this herb, so he fabricated charges against my Liu family, accusing them of colluding with the demonic path, and massacred the entire Liu family!"

"Hundreds of people..." The old man's voice suddenly choked, and murky tears finally broke through his eyes, rolling down his deeply lined cheeks.

"Men, women, young and old, none escaped unscathed. I escaped through the secret passage with my infant grandson, Liu Mingxuan, but he also stole the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass..."

Ten years of living in anonymity, ten years of wandering and hardship.

He sold all his valuables and traveled to every corner of Qingzhou.

They searched every sect and powerful figure they could name, but everyone avoided the mention of "Mo Chen" like the plague, fearing to provoke the forces behind him.

Until a few days ago, the name of Xiyu Tower quietly spread throughout the black market of Qingzhou.

Liu Canglan felt like he had grasped at the last straw.

Jing Ke's gaze fell on Liu Canglan's bloodshot eyes, and he slowly nodded:

"How much do you know about Mo Chen's cultivation level?"

Liu Canglan quickly said, "Mo Chen was already at the mid-stage of the Void Realm ten years ago. He had three Grandmaster-level bodyguards who never left his side."

"Rumor has it that there is a top-tier power behind him, but no one knows which power it is."

Jing Ke heard that Mo Chen might have other forces behind him, but he didn't take it to heart. Right now, Xi Yu Lou urgently needed a mission to "make a name for itself" in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Your request has been accepted by Xiyu Tower. You're the first one to approach us, so the reward is one million low-grade spirit stones."

Jing Ke's voice pierced the silence of the hall and reached Liu Canglan's ears.

That short sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in Liu Canglan's heart.

He shuddered, staggered back half a step, and then suddenly knelt down.

He kowtowed heavily to Jing Ke, his forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull thud.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, Xiyu Tower!" He sobbed uncontrollably, releasing ten years of pent-up repression and pain in that moment.

"The hundreds of souls of the Liu family who perished can finally rest in peace!"

Jing Ke looked at the old man's tearful appearance and remained silent.

He stood up, his dark robes drawing a cold arc in the wind.

"Give me half the deposit first," Jing Ke's voice pierced the silence of the hall, reaching Liu Canglan's ears.

"Come back to the black market in three days to collect Mo Chen's head, and then give the other half to him."

With trembling hands, he handed the storage bag to Jing Ke and slowly opened it.

Inside the storage bag were neatly stacked spirit stones. These spirit stones had a warm, lustrous color and were brimming with spiritual energy; they were exactly the kind of spirit stones that cultivators dreamed of. Upon closer inspection, there were a full million of them.

"This is my last savings. I trust you, sir, so I'm willing to give it to you all at once."

Liu Canglan's voice carried a hint of determination.

"good!"

After Jing Ke finished speaking, he turned and left. His dark figure quickly disappeared into the twilight outside the door, as if he had never been there.

Looking at the empty doorway and the setting sun on the horizon, Liu Canglan finally managed a relieved smile through his turbid tears.

Jing Ke quickly returned to the courtyard. He then met up with Yao Li and said, "Someone has offered to kill the city lord of Luoxia City, and I've accepted the offer."

Then Jing Ke recounted what Liu Canglan had said to Yao Li.

After listening to Jing Ke's account, Yao Li asked, "Should we report this matter to our lord?"

"Then let's go back to Qingfeng City," the two said, and then got up and left Qingzhou City.

The following morning, a thin mist, like a veil, enveloped the bluestone streets of Qingfeng City.

Jing Ke and Yao Li's figures, like two wisps of smoke, swept past the street corner and stopped in a desolate, dense forest outside the city.

The morning dew dampened their dark robes, but left no trace.

"Walk."

Jing Ke let out a low shout, his eyes slightly closed, and his mind sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

There, a coordinate imprinted by the system emanates a faint yet clear spatial fluctuation, serving as the sole guide to the Eternal Night Heaven dimensional space.

The same applies to Yao Li; both of them simultaneously activated their internal energy and activated the coordinates in their sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, an invisible spatial rift opened up in front of the two of them, with a faint sandalwood fragrance wafting through it, and the faint shadows of palace eaves could be seen.

Without a word, the two leaped in, their figures instantly disappearing into the morning mist, and the rift closed as if it had never existed.

The next second, Jing Ke and Yao Li found themselves in an ancient and simple hall.

Several dim lamps hung from the ceiling, their soft yet bright light illuminating the interior.

Ye Junlin sat upright on the black jade chair at the head of the hall, his fingertips toying with a black token, the character "Night" on the token shining brightly under the lamplight.

On either side of the main hall stood three figures.

The three of them were currently concentrating with their eyes closed, their killing intent barely perceptible.

But the moment Jing Ke and Yao Li stepped into the main hall, they both opened their eyes.

Five pairs of eyes met in the air. There were no pleasantries, no formalities, only the cold and sharp resonance of top assassins.

It was an aura forged from blood and hatred, tempered amidst mountains of corpses and seas of bones; without words, one knew that they were kindred spirits.

Zhuan Zhu's lips curled into a very faint smile, and the hilt of the Fish Intestine Sword trembled slightly, as if in response to this killing intent.

Yu Rang's eyes grew colder and colder, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he could already smell the blood.

Nie Zheng simply nodded slightly, his gaze calm and unwavering, yet revealing a resolute determination that "a scholar will die for one who understands him."

Jing Ke and Yao Li were the same; they could clearly sense that the aura emanating from these three people was exactly the same as their own, all being the sharp blades of the Eternal Night Heaven.

"monarch."

Jing Ke and Yao Li stepped forward, bowed to Ye Junlin, and spoke in a steady voice.

Ye Junlin raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, and asked calmly, "How did things go?"

"Your Majesty, the name 'Fine Rain Pavilion' has already spread throughout Qingzhou City."

"I'll accept the first commission; the target is Mo Chen, the city lord of Luoxia City in Qingzhou."

Jing Ke reported in a deep voice, recounting what Liu Canglan had said about Mo Chen's cultivation level and the fact that he seemed to have an unknown top-tier force backing him.

He then recounted in detail the reward of one million low-grade spirit stones.