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Lu Chen removed a small crossbow, a hidden weapon, from Yan Gudao's arm, and then slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

Yan Gudao's head tilted to the side, and he flew up, crashing into the wall and collapsing to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He was weak and looked terrified.

"You have the nerve to ask who I am? Why do you think you're here today, instead of at the Sanyuan Temple?"

Lu Chen squatted down in front of him with a half-smile.

Yan Gudao's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief.

"What...what do you mean?"

Lu Chen grinned: "Didn't you understand? Your cooperation seemed pretty stable before, so why are you suddenly being sent here these past few days, with so many Taoist priests watching you? Haven't you thought about why?"

He was just making things up, wanting to see if Yan Gudao would come up with something in his mind.

"Impossible!" Yan Gudao reacted strongly. "Do they intend to discard me after I've served my purpose? Do they want to find someone to replace me with my alchemy skills?"

"Never mind that. They paid me to kill you. Meteor of the Black Killing Pavilion, you've heard of me, haven't you? Now, any last words?"

Lu Chen drew his knife and placed it against Yan Gudao's neck.

Yan Gudao struggled violently.

"You're Meteor? Aren't you assassins all just doing things for money? Whatever they pay you, I'll give you double, no, triple! I'll give you my entire fortune! Just let me go!"

Lu Chen seemed to be persuaded. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the knife against his neck again.

"Don't give me that! What money could you possibly have?" he said dismissively.

"I'm rich, I'm really rich! I'm an alchemist, I can refine pills! Do you know what alchemy is? Do you know about elixirs? I refine those! These are pills even the Empress Dowager takes, how could I not be rich!"

Yan Gudao hurriedly tried to prove himself.

He pointed to a small bronze alchemy furnace on the ground: "Look at that, that's the alchemy furnace. They hired me to refine pills! I'm rich, I have a lot of money in my house, and some elixirs, these elixirs are extremely valuable! I can give you anything, just let me go!"

Lu Chen hesitated for a moment, then loosened his grip on the knife.

Seeing that Lu Chen seemed somewhat tempted, Yan Gudao quickly added, "I... I also have a skill. Do you want to learn alchemy? What's so good about being an assassin? You're always on the edge of a knife, and you never know when something might happen. If you learn alchemy from me, you'll have tons of money. What can't you have?"

Lu Chen licked his lips: "Alchemy? Heh, if alchemy were that good, how come you're dying so soon?"

"This..." Yan Gudao's face twitched, speechless, but the fear of death made his mind work extremely fast.

"What you say makes sense, but you're different. You have the ability, and if you could also refine pills, wouldn't that make you even stronger? In fact, you're the most suitable person to learn alchemy! Do you know how much a single elixir costs? In the capital, one can sell for at least 10 taels of silver, which is much more profitable than killing pills!"

His words were sincere.

"I don't trust you. What wouldn't you say to save your own life? What if I let you go, and then you hold back something?"

Thinking of this, Lu Chen's eyes flashed with intense killing intent, and he pressed the sharp blade down further, causing a trickle of blood to emerge.

Yan Gudao dared not move, fearing that he might accidentally slash his neck.

"No, no! I... I have a manual for alchemy, it's all my notes, all my life experience is in there, I can give it to you! I can give it all to you!"

Yan Gudao was also terrified.

"Oh, really? How do I know you won't write anything wrong in this manual, some coded information that only you know? What use would it be to outsiders?"

Lu Chen sneered and slowly raised his knife.

Yan Gudao felt a surge of joy; had he been persuaded?

"Forget it, you might as well just die. I really don't trust someone like you."

"No!" Yan Gudao shouted in alarm. "Really, no! Why would I write a secret message? I've hidden this manual very well; no one could possibly find it. There's no need for me to write this! I can give you the address; you can verify it!"

Lu Chen ignored him and instead raised his steel blade high: "Swish!"

Yan Gudao trembled all over, his teeth chattering, and he closed his eyes in despair.

The blade stopped on his forehead, severing several strands of hair.

The cold, sharp pain from the blade made Yan Gudao let out a piercing scream: "Ah!"

After a while, he felt no pain and opened his eyes.

The knife didn't strike!

His face was deathly pale, one broken hand dangling to one side, while his other intact hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Tell me the address, and I'll trust you this once!"

Lu Chen said coldly.

Yan Gudao's previously lifeless eyes gradually brightened, and he hurriedly said, "I'll talk, I'll talk! In Xinghua Alley in the west of the city, at the very back, there's a Gu Ji Tea House, which has already closed down. There's a kitchen there, and inside the stove, there's a hidden compartment. Open the compartment, and you'll find it in an iron box!"

He gave the address without hesitation, then looked at Lu Chen expectantly, hoping he would be lenient.

"That's it?"

Lu Chen frowned.

Yan Gudao was stunned for a moment, then quickly added, "All my money is at No. 16 Wanyuan Xiaoju, near the East Gate, in the study. The pills are also in there."

"Very good!" Lu Chen removed the knife and paused for a moment, making Yan Gudao tense up again.

When was the last time you refined a elixir?

Yan Gudao was taken aback.

Lu Chen lowered his knife again.

He hurriedly tried to recall: "Ten...fifteen days, no, it should be almost twenty days!"

Lu Chen's eye twitched.

Twenty days ago, the timing was about right!

"Then, do you know where the ingredients for the elixir come from?"

Yan Gu shook his head: "This, I, I don't care about these things, I'm only responsible for refining pills!"

"Weren't you ever curious? Didn't you know anything about it?"

Lu Chen's eyes were dangerous.

Yan Gudao shrank his neck: "All I know is that those goods were collected from the counties below. There was a shortage for a while, but they were replenished later."

Lu Chen gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

He was basically certain that that batch was very likely...

Hey.

His gaze gradually turned cold.

"By the way, you said you'd pay to save your life. Are you sure you've said everything? Don't forget, I'm from the Black Kill Pavilion. You know how good I am at gathering intelligence. If I miss anything, don't blame me for keeping an eye on you every day. You'd better pray you break through to the Yuan Qi Realm someday, otherwise..."

He snorted coldly and continued to press for answers.

Yan Gudao was sweating profusely and hurriedly shook his head: "No, absolutely not! How could I dare to joke with my life! All my money is there!"

"Really? Then what is this?"

Lu Chen pointed the tip of his knife at Yan Gudao's chest.

Yan Gudao looked down and saw a silver note slipping out.

He was struck dumb, looking at Lu Chen in disbelief, before feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

"day……"

Lu Chen drew his knife and slashed Yan Gudao's neck with it.

"Pfft!"

Two wounds are bleeding!

Lu Chen quickly ransacked the place, then smashed the small bronze furnace to pieces with a slap before walking onto the ground.

[Under the host's influence, Yan Gudao's fate has changed.]

[Life Points +685, Total 9073]

[Luck value +30, total 66]

Lu Chen's eyes widened.

"Holy crap, 30 points of luck? This guy... died a bit too easily!"

He had just stepped out of the woodshed with the blood-dripping knife when he heard a furious roar from outside.

"Who is it! You beast! You beast!"

Chen Xianjun was so angry that he trembled all over and his face turned red.

He had just told Yang Ce that there would definitely be no problem here, but he was proven wrong the moment he turned around. The men he sent were all dead.

"Quickly, go find the alchemist!"

Yang Ce clenched his fists.

He felt like he was being led by the nose the whole time!

Disaster always strikes one step ahead of him!

Chen Xianjun's furious expression froze for a moment, and he hurriedly rushed towards the woodshed.

But then a dark figure appeared in front of them.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately gritted his teeth.

It really was that bastard!

With a whoosh, he flicked his whisk, sending the iron caltrops flying.

"court death!"

He was extremely disdainful.

This wretched beast, upon seeing us, not only didn't run away, but dared to fight back?

Have you gotten too bold?