Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Yang Che picked up Jing Ni and felt that the weight in his arms was very light. She was nothing like the peerless assassin who had just assassinated Zhang Ping, the prime minister of Han, surrounded by many armored soldiers.

"You're lucky to have met me." Yang Che looked at the beauty in his arms, who was as quiet as if she were sleeping. Her delicate and deep face was still so captivating.

No wonder even the dignified Lord Xinling was captivated by this face.

No wonder the owner of this small face was able to take down Lord Xinling, who had frustrated three generations of Qin kings.

She wasn't glamorous, but her serene beauty, as clear as water, lacked a visual impact, yet it grew more captivating the more you looked at it. Only when you were completely enthralled would you suddenly realize that her beauty was like water—calm at first glance, but unknowingly drowning you in its depths.

Yang Che composed himself, determined his direction, and used his lightness skill to disappear into the darkness.

Jingni never dreams. She has nothing on her mind during the day and nothing on her mind at night. She has nothing to care about, so she has never had a dream since she killed her first person at the age of twelve.

This time, however, Jingni had a dream.

She dreamt that a man appeared before her, and that man was about to unbuckle his belt in front of her. She drew her sword, but failed to pierce the man...

And then, what happened?

Jingni suddenly woke up from her dream and saw layers of soft light, as if she were surrounded by a warm halo. Beneath her was a soft mattress, which seemed to have a faint fragrance.

Where is this? A hint of doubt flashed in Jing Ni's deep, quiet eyes. It seemed that her sword strike had failed.

At this moment, a sharp pain came from her ribs, followed by a muffled groan. It was the pain she endured. However, she was, after all, the most elite assassin of the Luo Wang. Although the pain was unbearable, she never let out even a single scream.

The pain in her ribs made it difficult for her to breathe. What was more troublesome was that she could feel an extremely powerful true energy surging and destroying her meridians.

The pain in her body helped Jingni regain her memories of the time before she fell into a coma.

"Is it him?" Jingni turned her neck and saw a young man sitting at a desk not far away, writing something with his pen. But suddenly he stopped, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

Aside from her mission objectives, Jing Ni never paid attention to unrelated people. From childhood to adulthood, she had no relatives or friends, only mission objectives. But tonight, she remembered Yang Che.

Of course, the reason she remembered Yang Che was not because she accidentally saw him with his pants down when she was hiding in a corner under the palace wall of the Han King's Palace, but because of the peach blossoms blooming in the cold night.

That stunning scene also caught her eye, and she ended up remembering Yang Che. To be more precise, she remembered the peach blossoms blooming in the cold night, and then incidentally remembered Yang Che.

What exactly is he going to do? Jingni wondered, but she wasn't too worried.

She's still alive, and that's enough. Nothing else matters more than being alive; only a living killer has value.

Yang Che was unaware that Jing Ni had already woken up; at that moment, he was contemplating the Patching Heaven Pavilion plan.

Jing Ni's assassination attempt on Zhang Ping in the street deeply affected him. He was the prime minister of a country, yet he was assassinated. In this world where chivalry can break the law with martial arts, power does not seem to be as strong as imagined.

Ji Wuye died by Wei Zhuang's sword, Lord Xinling was stabbed to death by Jing Ni, and the Wei court was thrown into chaos by Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

At the beginning of the Nine Songs of the Sky storyline, several high-ranking officials in charge of the case of the Ghost Soldiers robbing the military pay were assassinated by Nightfall.

Jing Ni's sudden appearance made Yang Che's need for martial arts even more urgent. If he still had a carefree attitude when he first obtained the Flower Wanderer, his attitude changed when Jing Ni showed her ferocity, capable of defeating anyone within ten steps.

Even King Zheng of Qin almost perished under the Eight Exquisite Swords. If he continues to be so dissolute, it would be a great waste of the opportunity that Heaven has given him.

Following his previous line of thought, Yang Che set his sights on the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, which was currently the most suitable choice.

The Heaven-Mending Pavilion is an assassin organization within the Demonic Sect. It possesses the supreme martial art of the Heaven-Mending Path, and is adept at concealing opportunities to carry out assassinations. It uses the Way of Killing to follow the Way of Heaven, seeking the knowledge of Heaven, and intends to reduce the excess to make up for the deficiency.

"An assassin organization must have assassins. I don't have the time and energy to train them myself, so I can only borrow others to create my own. In South Korea, all the elite assassins are under the command of Nightfall. Borrowing others to create my own won't work. I need to find another group of people who know martial arts but are lawless and have the potential to become assassins. There is such a person in Xinzheng."

Yang Che pondered for a moment, then wrote the words "underworld" on the bamboo slip.

Xinzheng is a large city. Although the Nightshade wields immense power, there are places under the sky that the Nightshade is too lazy to touch: the forces of the underworld.

Seven Absolutes Hall, Poison Scorpion Sect... Yang Che wrote down the underworld forces he knew, searching for targets to take action against.

Of course, to subdue these people and use them as the foundation for building the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, martial arts are the most important thing, so I still need to lie low and improve my skills as soon as possible.

Yang Che snapped out of his thoughts and felt a gaze on him, realizing that Jing Ni had woken up.

"You're awake?" Yang Che turned his head to meet that gaze and asked with a smile.

Jing Ni looked at Yang Che, and for some reason, she thought of another person from Yang Che's smile: Li Wu.

Li Wu's smile is the same; she seems to want to show all her charm when she smiles.

Although Yang Che's smile wasn't deliberate, the first impression it gave was one of beauty, which was the true meaning of the smile itself.

A very attractive 'target'. Jing Ni thought to herself, not regarding Yang Che as just a man, but as a target, a target she needed to 'defeat' next.

"You're the one who brought me back," Jing Ni said, not seeking confirmation, but stating an objective fact.

Yang Che looked at the woman in front of him, who was still surprised even though he had been holding her all the way, and immediately sensed that it was her straightforwardness.

You're a female assassin, shouldn't you be asking if I saved you?

By simply using the word "rescue," placing himself in a vulnerable position, wouldn't that better ignite Yang Che's protective instincts as a man?

So, how exactly did Jing Ni use her beauty to seduce him?

"Besides me, could there be anyone else?" Yang Che asked rhetorically.

Jing Ni seemed to only want to confirm this matter. After asking the question, she immediately shut her mouth and lay straight on Yang Che's bed.

"I need you to heal my injuries." After an unknown amount of time, and after thinking about something, Jing Ni actually made a request to Yang Che.

But does this align with your current identity and situation?

Shouldn't you be curious about who I am and what my motives are for saving you?

Your indifferent attitude is putting me in a difficult position. Also, is this the attitude of someone begging you to heal your wounds?

Yang Che looked speechlessly at Jing Ni, who didn't treat him like an outsider at all, and really wanted to open her head to see what was inside.