Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[Fifty-fifth year, age seventy-one.]

Han Jing trampled through the central courtyard, raided and confiscated the property of powerful families, and slaughtered them, leaving rivers of blood flowing.

Driven to the brink of despair, powerful clans began resorting to the crudest methods they despised most.

[Using killing to stop killing.]

Han Jing, a peerless and ruthless general, possesses both exceptional strength and strategic acumen, placing him at the pinnacle of the world. Furthermore, he commands a large army and wields considerable military power.

Even celestial beings cannot defeat it, and may even suffer a counterattack.

Therefore, they set their sights on you.

[As part of a deadly scheme orchestrated by a family renowned for its swordsmanship, Lü Zhen was the mastermind, and Han Jing was the executor.]

And you are the ghost hidden behind the scenes.

[The intelligence network infiltrates all forces, collecting ledgers and case files, processing massive amounts of data, and ultimately summarizing conclusive evidence.]

This is why Lü Zhen and Han Jing dared to act so recklessly.

[Besides leveraging existing trends, the most important factor is irrefutable evidence.]

[And so, you began to be frequently targeted for assassination.]

[Martial arts organizations, powerful families, and desperate criminals who lick blood from the edge of a knife...]

They all flocked to the capital.

[Those within the palace remained indifferent, while the nobles of the court sat idly by, watching the fire rage.]

[This led to endless battles taking place in the darkness of the capital.]

[An elegant old mansion, bathed in the warm orange glow of candlelight.]

Your clear eyes swept over the intelligence reports piled on the table, instantly imprinting them in your mind. You processed them swiftly and arrived at a result.

[Finally, the pen is put down.]

Every stroke of ink signifies the downfall of one, or even dozens, of families.

Suddenly, your pen stopped.

[A prophetic intuition that senses danger in advance.]

[The increasingly insightful "Premonition of the Enemy" presents a fleeting glimpse into the future, where a cold, sharp sword flashes through the window, aimed directly at your throat.]

The sword light was obscure, its power concealed, its intent shifting and changing, like an endless night engulfing everything.

At the same time, your divine sense locks onto your location, giving you a sense of helplessness—no matter how you dodge, you can only face the sword light.

[The Six Realms Palace.]

You possess the "Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory" talent, allowing you to quickly integrate all intelligence and information.

Various solutions flashed through my mind.

[Under the mysterious power of "precognition," briefly predicting the future, one chooses the most suitable time and place.]

[Transforming into darkness, merging into shadows, like ink spreading through the night, erasing all traces.]

Then, following the intricate shadows of the room's layout, they stealthily made their way out.

[Boom! B ...

A terrifying burst of sword energy, sword momentum, and sword intent completely annihilated the mansion.

Fine wisps of sword energy scattered, etching marks onto the bluestone.

Under the crushing force of the sword's momentum and intent, even the aftershocks of smoke and dust could not spread, resulting in a strange solidification and compression.

Ultimately, only ruins and a few dozen meters of flat ground remained.

A skilled fighter dressed in black stood in the center, wielding a slender, dull sword.

"As expected of Di Ting, my assassination attempt, which I laid in ambush for over a month, was easily evaded."

A chilling voice drifted away, and the figure vanished from the spot.

[You activated "Precognition" throughout, emerging from the shadows of a corner in the dilapidated street.]

His gaze was calm, his expression serene.

"Clean up the environment."

The secret agents of the Suspended Sword Bureau arrived, surrounding you, and immediately dispersed upon your command.

[I've lost count of how many assassinations this year.]

[It features "predictive abilities" and "hidden traces," along with the element of "predicting the enemy."]

Unless it's a dimensional attack from a higher power, you can sense danger in advance, transform into darkness, merge into the shadows, and erase all traces.

Moreover, there's Xu Kun, a half-step Celestial Being who has broken through eight shackles.

Even the Six Realms Palace cannot subdue you; no matter how many come, they will only be sent to their deaths.

Xu Kun, dressed in a long, dark robe, appeared silently.

[He was carrying a lifeless corpse, dressed in black, and tall and slender.]

[It was the same assassin from before.]

"Could you please resolve this earlier next time? The mansion is destroyed, the data is gone, all my work tonight was for nothing."

You turned around and complained irritably.

As the reply from the immortal sects was delayed, Xu Kun, that bastard, became increasingly lazy.

[It's obvious they're not getting involved in your and Lü Zhen's schemes; they're just waiting for you to understand "Foreseeing the Enemy" and find your master to kill.]

"Lord Diting is extremely busy and has no time to search for his master. I can only rely on my own efforts and cannot always be by your side."

"Listening Ear is the title that's circulating in the martial arts world now associated with you."

[This name comes from your unbelievable methods of manipulating people's hearts, eavesdropping on the world, and infiltrating every nook and cranny.]

The resentment on your face vanished instantly, replaced by deep brotherly affection.

"The immortal sect's answer is unknown; it's either that empress is boasting..."

The crimson warning stopped you in your tracks, leaving you only to curse silently.

Xu Kun naturally understood what you were trying to say.

"If what the Empress says is true, it means that the Immortal Sect is preparing something."

[After speaking, you fixed your eyes on Xu Kun.]

To the immortal sects, you may be no different from dust, even though the red-haired old monster's ominous aura is fearsome.

[Those at the fourth level of the Innate Realm, having exhausted their life force through years of battle, only have a few years left to live.]

There's no need for elaborate preparations; just wait until you're completely exhausted.

[So your words are a reminder to Xu Kun that the Immortal Sect might be digging a huge pit, waiting for this extraterrestrial demon to jump in.]

How could Xu Kun not know? But he was determined to do it.

The master murderer must be found.

As for the schemes of the immortal sects, that depends on whose methods are more skillful and whose dirty tricks are more effective.

"Brother 2.5, give me three more years."

[You feigned a decaying, defeated appearance: "Three years from now, when this matter is settled, I will also be able to comprehend 'Foreseeing the Enemy.' At that time, I will use my last bit of life to help you navigate the deep pit of the immortal sects."]

Xu Kun narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could clearly sense the signs of aging on you; you really only have three to five years left.

Suddenly, I feel a little reluctant to see you die so young.

If you die, who in this world will be able to comprehend "Predicting the Enemy" and find the mastermind behind your death?

"I don't care how many years it takes. Once I sense that your life is in danger and your lifespan is nearing its end, I will forcibly take you away."

"You can try to escape and continue your plan, but be prepared..."

"The fear of being the enemy of one's inner demons."

You smiled gently and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Two-Fifth."

Then, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a chilling aura.

[The orders were issued and relayed to Han Jing.]

[If you are disturbed and unable to sleep tonight, then the powerful and noble families shouldn't expect to sleep peacefully either.]

The previously compiled list has been memorized perfectly.

They are the ones you will target.

[Fifty-sixth year, seventy-two years old.]

[Your comprehension has improved significantly, and you are now on par with those like Pang Hai and Xu Hui, who are capable of inheriting destiny.]

[The doors that "The Enemy" used to keep tightly shut now seem to open with a single poke.]