During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

"You mean, we're missing someone in our team?" Li Ji sat cross-legged on the trunk of an ancient tree, his eyes slightly closed.

Under the tree stood a second-class killer named Qian Wu, who was bowing and saying:

"It's Tian Yi. She hasn't returned to the team for an hour."

Upon hearing this name, Li Ji's eyes snapped open.

"It took you an hour to tell me, it seems I've been too kind to you along the way."

Upon hearing this, Qianwu's forehead was immediately covered in fine sweat.

Just then, water vapor rose in the air, and a large hand-shaped object appeared in front of Qian Wu, instantly sending him flying several meters away.

"Go look for it. If you can't find it, you don't need to come back."

Qianxu quickly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Your subordinate obeys." Then he led eight or nine people to find Tianyi.

The night was deep.

Three-quarters of an hour later, Qianwu returned with his men.

"I hereby inform Lord Duan Shui that about ten miles northeast of here, a large group of Mohist and Agricultural School disciples are stationed and resting there, and it seems that Tian Yi is in their hands."

They outnumbered us and we dared not alert them, so we returned first to report to the lord.

Li Ji fell silent upon hearing this. The Mohists and the Farmers had always been mortal enemies of the Net, and he wondered why Tian Yi had fallen into their hands.

"Lord Duanshui, Tian Yi has left the team without permission, breaking the rules of the Luo Wang. Why should we..."

Black Widow was about to finish speaking, but she stopped abruptly after seeing Li Ji's cold gaze.

Looking down at the dozen or so assassins from the Luo Wang organization, Li Ji slowly said, "Here, I am the one who sets the rules."

I will go find Tianyi later. You all wait here and keep the three gifts safe. Don't let me come back and find that you have lost the gifts.

If you can't even do this little thing right, then you have no reason to exist.

The group of assassins from Luo Wang had no choice but to lower their heads and agree.

When they looked up, they found that Lord Duan Shui had already left.

......

Fifteen miles to the northeast, in a clearing in the woods.

One hundred disciples of the Mohist and Agriculturalist schools, divided into two groups, are resting here.

The Mohist disciples were all dressed in black, some leaning against trees with their eyes closed, others bowing their heads to wipe the mechanisms.

The farm disciples, dressed in coarse cloth, sat in twos and threes, chatting in hushed tones.

In the very center of the open space, several clumps of grass formed a simple seating area where three men of extraordinary bearing were discussing matters.

Master Xu, the leader of the Mohist sword-making school, sat upright in the middle. He had a thin face, a long beard that reached his chest, and carried a sword box on his back. He exuded the air of a master sword-maker.

Tian Biao, the leader of Lieshan Hall, was a burly man with strong bones and a thunderous laugh during conversation.

Tian Ji, the leader of the Chi You Hall, had a steady figure, thick eyebrows, and an air of authority.

This time, the farmer sent two of his hall masters to personally visit and sincerely invite Master Xu to his home.

The purpose was to discuss building a sword-making furnace in the farmhouse, selecting fine gold from mineral veins, and forging a legendary sword for the farmhouse.

Just as the three were discussing the matter of forging the sword.

The birds resting in the surrounding trees scattered in fright and flew away.

Footsteps came from the side of the group.

A long-haired youth dressed in a black robe and cloak, wearing a cold jade mask, slowly emerged from the shadows.

The person who arrived was none other than Li Ji.

"I am looking for someone, a woman who wears a mask and carries a long sword. I wonder if any of you have seen her before."

Tian Biao and Tian Ji both stood up at the same time and looked at the strange man wearing a mask.

"Are you an accomplice of that witch?"

Li Ji stopped in his tracks and said, "I wonder when my companion became the demoness you speak of?"

"snort."

Tian Biao gave a heavy, cold snort.

"My disciple was just young and curious, and glanced at her a few more times. He did not offend her in any way."

Without saying a word, she immediately severed the hands and feet of several people and gouged out the eyes of those disciples.

This act was so cruel and bloody that it was appalling; how is it any different from that of a witch?

If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself.

As soon as Tian Biao finished speaking, he directed two disciples to take the person away.

Then Li Ji saw Tian Yi being carried out, bound hand and foot.

Her clothes were tattered, her hair was disheveled, her face was deathly pale, her lips were bloodless, and she had multiple wounds on her body.

After Li Ji blocked her fatal sword strike that was meant to kill Black Widow, she was feeling frustrated and went to the edge of a lake.

Looking at the shimmering lake water, she removed her mask and gazed at her stunningly beautiful face reflected in the water.

Twelve years ago, this face was still very young.

At that time, her face was often beaming with a smile.

But everything changed after that horrible man came to her house.

For twelve years, she never smiled again.

How many more twelve-year cycles will it take her to get revenge?

While Tian Yi was staring blankly at her reflection in the lake.

Several farmers who had come out to fetch water couldn't help but stop and stare intently at Tian Yi.

They had never seen such a stunningly beautiful woman with such a cold and aloof demeanor.

They whispered among themselves, pointing and making low-pitched jokes about Tian Yi's appearance and speculating about her background.

Upon hearing the voices talking about her, Tian Yi's eyes instantly hardened, and she pointed her sword at the group, ordering them to leave immediately.

However, the disciples of the Farmer Clan, confident in their own cultivation and seeing that Tian Yi was a lone woman, looked down on her and paid no attention to what she said.

They then paid a heavy price.

The screams alerted Tian Biao, who was nearby.

Tian Biao was the head of the Lieshan Hall, one of the six halls of the Farmer's Clan. He was violent and highly skilled in martial arts. After questioning a few disciples about the reason, he used a heavy hand to injure and capture Tian Yi.

But Li Ji doesn't care about any of that right now.

He was concerned about Tian Yi's injuries.

More precisely, it was the wound on her face.

A dark blue sailor appeared instantly, knocking back the two peasant disciples carrying Tian Yi.

Tian Yi was grabbed by the large, water-shaped hand and placed into Li Ji's arms.

Li Ji looked at her face, which had a hideous wound.

The wound was not caused by a sharp weapon, but by the powerful force of the palm striking and tearing the flesh.

The wound begins at the temple and extends downwards, with the upper part of the wound showing fine cracks and tiny red streaks.

The middle section is the widest part, with the skin and flesh rolled outwards.

The wound curves downwards and inwards, forking out a thin bloodstain at the jawline, like a branch splitting.

Li Ji saw nothing else but this face and this hideous wound.

This face represents a memory.

However, a crack has now appeared in that memory.

How would you feel if someone broke something you once cherished most?

Li Ji knew, of course, that she wasn't her, but he never expected this old dream to shatter so quickly.

He reached out his right hand and gently stroked Tian Yi's face, stroking the edge of the wound.

Glistening beads of blood seeped from the wound, flowing down the scar.

The liquid dripped onto Tian Yi's delicate chin and also onto Li Ji's hand.

"You people will never understand that some things are not for you to touch."

Li Ji's blood-stained right hand gripped the Broken Water Sword.

The sword that cuts through water is slowly drawn out.

In an instant, the blood vessels in Li Ji's eyes increased dramatically until his eyes became completely red.

This was the first time he had used his full strength since he had mastered the Water-Splitting Sword.

The world in Li Ji's eyes has changed.

The world becomes a film reel that has been slowed down countless times.

The wind seemed to freeze, the figures were stiff, and the falling leaves hung in mid-air, each speck of dust clearly visible.

Everything flowed slowly and obscurely, but his mind, and the trembling of the broken water sword in his hand, remained clear and swift, like breathing.

next moment.

A sword light, compressed to its absolute limit, captured everyone's attention.

The sword light resembled a curtain of water splashed from a wooden bucket.

Each drop of water contained a slash and sword energy from Li Ji.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

Master Xu's shouting sound was stuck in his throat.

Because he saw the dense array of sword energy beneath that sword light.

A thousand ways? Ten thousand ways? One hundred thousand ways?

He simply couldn't count them all.

The ancient sword case behind Master Xu trembled and roared, and nine long swords flew out through the air.

The first sword, Su Shuang, was forged when he first entered the path of sword forging. It shattered instantly upon encountering that sword light.

The second weapon, Qingming, was forged during his travels in his youth, and shattered once again.

The third weapon, Liu Lan, was forged through three years of seclusion and dedicated training, only to crumble in an instant.

The fourth weapon, Xuanji, is shattered.

The fifth one, Qihe, is broken.

The sixth one, Crack Gold, Shattered.

The seventh one, returned to dust, shattered.

The eighth one, Canglan, shattered.

The ninth sword, Zhenyue, was forged by him using the spiritual metals of the five sacred mountains. He once used the sword's power to stabilize the earth's veins of Mount Tai, struggling to hold on for a moment before it was gradually annihilated.

Master Xu's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.