With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

"Balabalala," this guy kept talking nonstop ever since Yang Li landed. I don't know how he kept up with Artemisia's flying speed.

It's quite reminiscent of the rambling Tang Xuanzang in my memory; the old memories of the 86 version are truly accurate.

Without a word, Yang Li reached out and used the Undying Grip to subdue Sanzang. With his left hand controlling the screaming chatterbox, Yang Li flicked the God of Slaughter Spear with his right hand, sending several guards who came forward flying against the wall.

"Please be quiet for a while and don't bother me."

Yang Li waved his hand and stepped into the fortress, leaving Artemisia outside for the time being and letting her use her powerful claws to help hold onto Sanzang for a while.

Sanzang was speechless for a moment, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, because the super assassin with bloodshot eyes was staring intently at her, with an aura that said if she spoke again, she would instantly become a Buddha. Sanzang began to tremble.

"Ok?"

As Yang Li entered the underground area, she was stunned when she saw a cell around the corner. Inside, a man was lying on the floor, fast asleep.

He didn't look like a prisoner at all; he looked like someone who was lying at home taking a nap. There was something that looked like a burlap sack next to him, probably a rice sack...

He ignored the guy and simply contacted Artemisia to ask her to let Sanzang in; he knew he had to save his own disciple himself.

Reaching almost the deepest part of the prison, Yang Li raised his hand and punched the chain on the door. The Ten Commandments were like incredibly hard knuckle dusters, and the chain was smashed to pieces in the head-on collision.

Yang Li looked at the petite figure hanging there by chains and compared it with her memory. It was indeed serene, just like the serene she had seen in her dream when she saw the memory of Grandpa Hassan.

"Quiet Hassan?"

The cell was quiet, and Yang Li received no response, as if he were already dead, and his spiritual foundation reaction was also very weak.

With a gentle swipe of the God-Slaying Spear, the chains shattered instantly. The highest level of mystery against ordinary chains was as easy as a sharp kitchen knife cutting tofu.

Yang Li, who had put away his weapon, watched the petite assassin fall down. Instinctively, he opened his arms to catch the weak Hassan, but Jingmi suddenly opened her eyes, and the bone on her face slid off.

She landed in his arms, her hands cupping his face as if he were holding a lover's cheeks, and quietly kissed Yang Li's lips.

"Goodbye."

He silently delivered a fatal kiss to the sorrowful girl.

"……Snapped."

Yang Li reached out and pressed her hand against Jingmi's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in you. I don't really like dark-skinned girls."

The unexpected result startled Jingmi, but she didn't think much of it, because just touching her was enough to kill this foolish woman.

"..."

"You, why, why are you alright?"

Jingmi looked at Yang Li, who remained calm, her astonishment evident on her face. This was the first time she had failed; normally, no one could withstand her poison.

Faced with the questioning, Yang Li silently let go of her hand, and Jingmi fell to the ground with a thud.

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PS: 1. This is the first update today.

2. Today, the number of bookmarks suddenly jumped from 8000+ to 11000+. Although it happens to be a recommendation section called "[Book Shortage Recommendation]", I couldn't find it on the web version of the app...

Suddenly I feel a little panicked o(；)oo

Chapter 671, Section 725: As expected of that great man

Calmly recalling the information about Jingmi, this girl was the kind who was covered in poison, but she was not afraid of fourth-level poison at all. Even if it was the same sixth-level poison, the enormous evil within her body and her own special characteristics made her almost immune to all poisons.

Those who use poison as a contractor will be devastated if they face her.

"Why aren't you dead? How am I supposed to answer that?"

Yang Li scratched his head, looking at Jing Mi, who had an incredulous expression and a somewhat strange look on her face, and hesitated.

After all, she looks like a very delicate girl, so it wouldn't be good to speak too harshly, especially since her parents (Wang Hassan) are still outside.

"I would say I have a constitution that is not afraid of poison. Most kinds of abnormalities and curses are ineffective against me."

Within him lies an existence that can be considered the truth of the universe. His body, refined by his second talent, is itself a collection of concepts similar to the evil of this moment. In addition, he currently possesses a third perpetual motion machine within him. If he could be dealt with by a very ordinary curse, it would be too beneath him.

The serene spirit base isn't very strong; its combat strength relies entirely on the fact that its entire body is covered in poison. However, a mere fourth-tier poison is useless against most fifth-tier spirits.

In a sense, tranquility poses a great threat to beings of the same level, but to those slightly beyond her ability to cope, she is just a complete Muggle.

"You, your real name?"

With a mysterious blush on her face, she was shy and quiet, looking at Yang Li with anticipation.

Yang Li's heart skipped a beat. Remembering a certain setting of hers, her mood suddenly turned from cloudy to gloomy, becoming somewhat strange. This girl, who should have belonged to Gudako by some twist of fate, seemed a little off...

“I have many names, such as Yang Li, Cang Yue, and Uesugi Ryoumi.”

"May I call you Lord Yang Li?"

With a whoosh, Jingmi, who was already exhausted from being tortured, moved directly in front of Yang Li, her speed even exceeding her stats.

With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Yang Li hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed. A spirit-like being had entered the cell, and its familiar aura made Jing Mi tremble. She knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

"Grandpa Hassan?"

A massive figure appeared behind Yang Li. Wang Hassan silently watched Jing Mi kneeling on the ground, the ghostly fire in his eyes flickering.

Yang Li was no stranger to Jingmi's reaction. Looking at Jingmi on the ground, she saw in her dreams scenes of Hassan killing the successive Hassans. A sense of helplessness that did not belong to her filled her mind.

That was the helplessness of Hassan al-Sabah, the Grand Assassin…

"Tranquility? What does this poisonous body protect?"

The familiar voice from his memory, that familiar tone, made Jingmi tremble all over, yet she offered no rebuttal or resistance, for it was in this very voice that he declared and beheaded each Hassan when he fell into depravity.

Tranquility, too, was severed, a testament to the reverence and fear etched deep within the spirit foundation.

Yang Li silently looked up at the solemn First Hassan, who was waiting for him to make his move. The familiar beginning was naturally accompanied by the severing of the fallen.

'Grandpa Hassan, are you going to make a move?'

'...'

She took a small step, her head bowed, looking bewildered. Yang Li stepped in front of her and sighed softly.

Because in that dreamlike recollection, she had sensed that every strike by Hassan, aimed at each Hassan of the past, was intended to eradicate corruption, but most of the time it was not.

Hassans are all superhuman beings, at least to ordinary people. They also protect people in secret, just like the actions taken in this singularity. In doing so, they have suffered heavy losses in their fight against the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table.

'Ritsuka and the others need help. Although Shizumi is weak, she also has her own mission. Besides, Grandpa, you've never truly eradicated corruption from Shizumi, have you?'

'...'

In his memory, the reason why the old man Hassan would take action against the weak yet powerful Hassans, such as Tranquility, Cursed Arm, and Hundred Faces, was not because they had fallen, but because they were struggling with limited strength to protect more people, thus falling into a painful vicious cycle.

At such times, as if to help them find liberation, the first Hassan would appear.

"To be frank, there's no market for arrogance. You clearly have the strength to be on par with them, so denying it like that is just too much."

Upon hearing this, Jingmi raised her head blankly, and the ghostly fire in Wang Hassan's eyes suddenly twitched.

His body paused, as if hesitating about something. Wang Hassan did not lift the rusty greatsword. He bypassed Yang Li and came to Jingmi. His imposing presence, which was right up to her cheek, made Jingmi lower her head again.

An era can only allow one Hassan to exist; this singularity itself is an exception, and he is also an exception.

Each time he appeared to judge the Hassans of the present day, these Hassans always awaited death with reverence and fear, never arguing back, acknowledging their own wrongdoing, even though it was not wrong for the weak to protect the weaker...

Bearing the name of Hassan meant living with pride, rather than offering one's neck for slaughter.

They forgot the awareness and determination they had when they abandoned their past. This cult corrupted Hassan along with them, a belief he held firmly.

Until one day, the person he had a contract with, whose strength was no less than his, while grinding away at a game called FGO for his future goal, rolled their eyes at him and said the truth with a speechless expression—

"They're afraid of you. You're the faith of the Hassans, so whatever you say is right. It would be a miracle if they argued back. Would Christians argue with the words of God?"

……

"Tranquility? What does this poisonous body protect?"

Having won twice, Wang Hassan stood before the tranquil figure, his deep, slightly hoarse voice ringing out.

Silently, she lowered her head deeply, her forehead touching the ground, awaiting the arrival of judgment. Finally, this moment had come again.

"What are you waiting for, enveloped in poison? A loneliness that even wildflowers cannot protect?"

"Or should I embrace loneliness, waiting for a love that will never be corrupted by poison, waiting for someone willing to touch me?"

Amidst the cold, harsh rebuke, there was a hint of helplessness and sigh. Jingmi raised her head in disbelief, and Wang Hassan, in her line of sight, reached out and placed his hand on the top of Jingmi's head.

The elder's gesture of stroking the younger person made Jingmi stiffen all over.

"Thanks a lot."

Snapped-!

With a mysterious blush on her face, she fell straight to the ground, as if she had been instantly killed. Yang Li immediately covered her face. This was too embarrassing. It reminded her of Xiao Mo, whom she had recognized in the name of King Arthur during the Alicization series.

To be able to kill someone instantly in this way—no wonder he's that great man.

The Grand-ranked assassin, faced with this situation, turned back to look at Yang Li, whom he couldn't bear to look at, with several question marks seemingly floating above his head.

After all, in a sense, Hassan was a recluse who had spent countless years in the valley, so it's normal that he didn't understand girls' hearts. If it were any other Hassan, he probably would have been so excited that he fainted.

How embarrassing, Hassan...

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PS: 1. This is the second update today.

Section 726, Chapter 672, Agraviwen

Things took a strange turn. Under Yang Li's guidance, Wang Hassan no longer resembled the cold judge he once was, but instead transformed into a figure like an elder.

Undoubtedly, being praised by the most revered being, Jingmi's inner defenses were completely shattered, and she followed Wang Hassan like a super fangirl, even though the old man had already entered a spirit state.