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

Jing Ni, who broke through the window, stood on the second-floor corridor, looking down at Yang Che with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Then she looked at the lobby full of corpses. Even though she was used to killing, the sight of so many bodies made her slightly surprised. And the one who caused all of this was Yang Che.

If it were a top assassin from the Luo Wang organization who did such a thing, it would be somewhat plausible, but Yang Che...

Jing Ni looked Yang Che up and down. They had been in the same room for more than half a month, and she thought she should know Yang Che fairly well. But Yang Che standing among the corpses now was a complete stranger to her.

It turned out that Yang Che was not the spoiled brat she had thought. However, given Yang Che's strong bloodlust, Jing Ni looked at him again as if she wanted to get to know him anew.

Yang Che's "demonic" qualities gave her a good feeling.

Perhaps only a female assassin like her would think that Yang Che, covered in blood, would be decent.

"Why are you here?" In the eerie atmosphere, Yang Che broke the silence first.

"You didn't come back." Jingni's answer was simple.

Fortunately, Yang Che had already grown to like her way of speaking; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have understood the meaning behind her words.

"How did you find this place? Could it be another assassin's secret technique?" Yang Che asked curiously, his murderous aura having dissipated completely.

"The smell," Jing Ni replied, without elaborating.

Actually, she was quite curious about Yang Che now, especially about the sudden change in his aura.

Although the Net also has secret techniques for concealing and transforming one's aura, it is unheard of for someone like Yang Che to be able to dissipate his killing intent into nothingness in an instant after experiencing such a brutal massacre.

For a fleeting moment, Jing Ni felt that Yang Che might have the potential to become a top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization.

Yang Che was already used to Jing Ni's concise and to-the-point remarks and no longer took them to heart.

"Can you assassins collect loot after you kill someone?" Yang Che asked.

"It depends on the situation." Jing Ni withdrew her gaze from Yang Che, even the slightest bit of curiosity vanished.

"So you're also good at collecting loot? If so, I need your help. The Poison Scorpion Sect has been running rampant for many years and must have accumulated a lot of wealth. I'll have to trouble you to find it," Yang Che requested.

He wanted to build the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, but what decent person would want to be an assassin? So he initially set his sights on the Poison Scorpion Sect, intending to subdue them and turn them into the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Unfortunately, the Poison Scorpion Sect had already made contact with the Emerald Tiger of the Night and even provoked him, so he had no choice but to wipe out the entire Poison Scorpion Sect.

Although the Poison Scorpion Sect is gone, it can still provide resources for the establishment of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

Jade Tiger would send beauties to the royal palace and the general's mansion every now and then, and he would keep some for himself. It was one thing for the general's mansion and himself, but the beauties in the royal palace were consumables. Over the years, Jade Tiger had collected countless beauties.

While some of these beauties were purchased through legitimate channels, most were gathered by shady gangs like the Poison Scorpion Sect. Jade Tiger's greed made it impossible for him to honestly buy beauties through legitimate means.

Therefore, the Poison Scorpion Gang must have amassed considerable wealth; there's no such thing as poverty in the underworld.

Yang Che wanted to build the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, and that was exactly the time when he needed money.

"Okay." Jingni nodded.

"By the way, the Scorpion Sect still has two kidnappings." Considering the Scorpion Sect's business operations, these two kidnappings must be quite substantial. Now that the Scorpion Sect has been wiped out, Yang Che naturally has no reason to ignore them.

While Jing Ni went to search for the Poison Scorpion Sect's wealth, Yang Che tore off a piece of his clothes to cover his face. He hadn't yet decided what to do with the hostage, so naturally he didn't want to expose himself.

The Poison Scorpion Sect was quite powerful, but its headquarters was just a high-rise building and not very large. Yang Che quickly found the location of the prison cell.

However, there was one fish that slipped through the net.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill them!" A man, his face filled with terror, held a sword in one hand and a hook in the other, pointing them at the two girls in the cell.

"So there are still some who slipped through the net." Yang Che sighed, but he didn't want to be blackmailed. At this moment, the will of the Demonic Sect was influencing him. Could someone who was being blackmailed still be considered a member of the Demonic Sect?

"Get out. I know you are very skilled in martial arts, but no matter how skilled you are, you can't save them from me. I only need to flick my wrist to tear their necks apart. You probably don't know this, but those two are top-quality goods. The sect leader is prepared to sell them for thirty gold coins."

The man was rambling on and on, almost insane; he was terrified by the destruction of the Poison Scorpion Sect.

Unfortunately, Yang Che had no intention of letting him live; the Demonic Sect never acted under threat.

Just as Yang Che was about to make his move, he suddenly stopped: "Interesting."

"It's easy to die, but it's hard to live. You have to fight for it to live." Yang Che took a step back, as if he was really threatened by the other party.

"Living is really hard. How could you nobles know how difficult it is for us ants to live?" the man said bitterly.

He was originally a farmer who cultivated the land. If it weren't for the nobles' cunning and forceful seizure of his land, he wouldn't have been unable to survive, and he wouldn't have had to join the Poison Scorpion Sect. If he hadn't joined the Poison Scorpion Sect, he wouldn't be in this predicament today.

If he had forgotten his recklessness and arrogance when he joined the Poison Scorpion Sect, forgotten the evil he had committed after joining the Poison Scorpion Sect, even now he was still threatening the lives of the two girls.

"You may have your own reasons for joining the Scorpion Clan, but that is by no means a justification for your evil deeds," Yang Che said.

A bad person is a bad person; there are no excuses for it.

"What are the evils I've committed compared to those nobles? They seized my land and forced my wife and daughters into prostitution. Aren't they evil people?" the man retorted. Why was he bullied for being a good person and punished for being a bad one, while these nobles, despite committing so many evil deeds, could still live a life of luxury and ease?

"So they will also be destroyed," Yang Che said coldly.

It was normal for the nobles of this era to be inhuman, which is why the six states were destroyed one after another in front of the Qin army. And because the King of Qin was inhuman, the Qin state perished in two separate periods.

"They will also be destroyed?" The man's expression shifted, a hint of hesitation and inquiry appearing.

Just then, the two girls who were trembling under his sword and hook suddenly sprang up. One grabbed the sword and hook, while the other pounced on the man. Although she had no weapon in her hand, she used her teeth as a weapon and bit at his throat.

"Ah!" The intense pain caused the man to scream in agony, and then he could no longer make a sound. He struggled to kill the two girls, but suddenly, for some reason, he released his weapon.

The girl who had her jaws on his throat did not relax; instead, she used her last bit of strength to tear open his throat.

Yang Che looked at the scene before him with an indifferent expression. The two girls had given him quite a surprise, not because of their looks, but because of the decisiveness and ruthlessness they displayed on the brink of life and death that were beyond their years.

The Heaven-Mending Pavilion needs such talent.