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"True?"

Wugensheng's smile gradually faded, and his right hand, thin as firewood, slowly rose, holding the wine bowl, and poured wine into his chapped lips.

"real."

"Tell me your last words."

Dong Chang counted down the time in his mind, not forgetting to tell Xu Xin in advance: "You go first later, I'll handle things here."

"it is good......"

Xu Xin knew that the two of them could not break through the encirclement and could only achieve the greatest chance of survival through sacrifice, so he did not disobey.

As an assassin, one must abandon emotions at crucial moments and cannot afford to be indecisive. Xu Xin had already gained a profound understanding of this during the Battle of Mianshan.

It's easier said than done. I thought of my senior brother, who was like a brother to me, and how he might lose his life while covering the retreat.

At certain moments, he would still feel a sense of loss, but he quickly suppressed the urge to let it spread.

As long as the assassination of Wugensheng is successful and the mission is completed, the senior brother's sacrifice will be meaningful. He practiced the principles of Tang Clan assassins with his life, and was worthy of others and himself.

However, after they reached a consensus, Wugensheng's lips moved as he interrupted, "There's no need for that. Wouldn't it be enough if I just informed them?"

"The friends here are all disciples of reputable sects. Even if you kill me, they won't do anything to you."

"?!"

This explanation was unexpected by Xu Xin and Dong Chang. They had already observed that the young Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion were here, and it was impossible for everyone present to be a demon. However, they could not be sure whether things would get out of control after the assassination of Wugensheng, so they could only prepare for the worst.

Before they could say anything, Wugensheng added:

"By the way, you two, I recently left Quanxing, so I'm no longer some kind of demon."

"I am a rogue cultivator... Of course, if you want to kill me, please do so. You can even give this head to your two friends without any problem."

"Bullshit! Old habits die hard."

Xu Xin frowned and scolded, "A dog can't change its nature of eating shit. You're Quanxing for a day, and you'll be Quanxing for a lifetime."

Wugensheng ignored his insults. His eyelids were heavy, and he was dozing off again. He slowly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"Senior brother..." Xu Xin urged in a low voice.

Dong Chang remained unmoved, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

If what Wugensheng said is true, then his departure from Quanxing seems to put him outside the scope of the mission. What he needs to assassinate is... the next leader of Quanxing?

In just a few breaths, Dong Chang released his grip, his killing intent dissipated, and he vanished without a trace.

"Alright, Xiao Xu, let's go."

"What?" Xu Xin was stunned, gritting his teeth in resentment.

"Go? Go where?"

The drunken Wugensheng leaned forward, embracing both of them on the left and right, his arms around their shoulders, and laughed:

"Why don't you two just go with the flow and have a good drink with us first?"

"Let go, it's filthy."

"Wugensheng, have you gone mad?"

As soon as the two finished speaking, the campfire nearby suddenly burst into flames. With a loud "BOOM!!!", a fiery red figure carrying a shoulder pole with a wine jar tied to it leaped out, soaring high into the air, its toes still stained with flames that gradually faded away.

It was none other than Feng Ping of the Huode Sect. Not long ago, he used the fire escape technique to enter the campfire and, using that as a starting point, instantly teleported to Shaoxing, a thousand miles away, to retrieve two jars of fine Daughter Red wine.

"Wow, that's impressive. I'm truly impressed by your skills, Fengping."

The bespectacled man, wearing greyish-white overalls and a beret, looked on with admiration and was full of praise.

The man named Feng Ping had thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and a bold and unrestrained demeanor. He raised his voice and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please don't be shy, come and drink to your heart's content! If you're still not satisfied, I'll go get more!"

Wugensheng stumbled to his feet, walked over, unscrewed the wine jar, took out porcelain bowls, filled them one by one, and walked to Xu Xin and Dong Chang.

"Since we're already here, why be reserved? Just drink up, have a good time."

After saying that, he casually tossed two porcelain bowls, each brimming with wine, flying towards them. Xu Xin and Dong Chang instinctively reached out to catch them.

"Come on! Let's drink!"

Wugensheng was the first to raise his porcelain bowl, drink it all in one gulp, and then lay down on the ground, so drunk that his limbs were weak, but he was still barely conscious and was laughing quite happily.

"drink--"

"Let me introduce you to these... hiccup... the bastards I admire."

"Look, that auntie in the green shirt with the mushroom haircut is Huang Fang from Red Flower Fairy."

"Smiling, wearing clerk glasses, that fat guy who looks like a shrewd businessman, Yan Wutang... Liu Deshui."

"The one who threatened you two just now... was that Miao girl, Wei Shufen."

.......

Through Wugensheng's introduction, Xu Xin and Dong Chang learned about the backgrounds of the group. Unaware that their wine glasses were gradually emptying during their conversation, the wine in their hands began to ripple.

"It's totally worth it."

At midnight, Wugensheng lay on the ground, gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, and murmured:

"I only wrote thirty-five letters, and I didn't expect all of you two-faced bastards to show up..."

At the bonfire banquet, everyone was quite drunk and scattered around. He announced to everyone:

"tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow I'll take you to an interesting place to contemplate the profound Dharma and its opportunities!"

After saying this, he ignored the damp and cold ground, curled up, and fell asleep immediately.

........

The next day.

The young disciples from various sects, led by Wugensheng, walked along the rugged mountain path, traversing mountains and valleys, for more than an hour.

Xu Xin and Dong Chang walked at the back of the group. During this time, they noticed a subtle change in their bodies. Walking seemed as easy as walking on flat ground, requiring little effort. Just as they were wondering about this, the answer came to them.

A conversation could be heard from ahead. The sorcerer named Gu Qiting was explaining to the group the composition and influence of the Qi formation.

Xu Xin and Dong Chang listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, and followed along. About half an hour later, the group arrived at the end of a rocky path.

"Come with me."

Wugensheng shouted and leaped into the valley.

The group followed, and what came into view was a strangely straight valley, with its rock walls engraved with dense, chaotic rock patterns that contained some subtle information.

"Squeaky!!!"

Just then, a large number of golden monkeys swarmed in from all directions, scratching the backs, hands, and feet of the group.

"Hey! Little thing, get out of here."

"My Qi is moving?!"

"Is this valley helping people to circulate Qi and attain enlightenment? And this method seems to involve the three chariots of power."

"Truly a masterpiece of nature... It doesn't look man-made at all. Anyone with such skill is probably on par with a god..."

Xu Xin stroked the rock wall and quickly noticed something was wrong.

Hidden within each of the thick lines are tiny stone carvings, the two seemingly contradictory... no, more accurately, the formation of the latter altered the former, resulting in the rather eerie valley they now see.

Dong Chang naturally noticed it as well. As assassins, their observation skills were far superior to others. However, after discovering it, he did not say anything and remained silent.

"Was this place ever owned?"

Someone in the crowd asked this question.

"some."

Wugensheng generously said, "Everyone, you just need to keep going forward. The Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley here, as well as the Hewei Cave ahead, are very safe. There are hidden opportunities inside the cave. If you have the ability, just go and take them."

"Huh? You devil, you'd actually be so kind?"

"Hahaha!! When have I ever lied to you all? Go as you please!"

Wugensheng left no hints. Back then, he wandered around and accidentally came to a valley. He pondered for several months before he had an epiphany. Even if these young talents are very capable, it is unrealistic for them to comprehend this in a short period of time.

However, the complex layout of He Ren Cave was quickly deciphered. When the group reached the end of the cave, they saw a square ancient pavilion built from piles of gray bricks.

The surrounding open rocky ground is scattered with various artifacts, including windmills, rattles, dolls, carved wooden boats, music boxes, and more.

To everyone's surprise, Wugensheng's collection was so ordinary, and not even worth much money.

Zhang Huaiyi noticed a wooden box on the left, leaned against by several picture frames. He slowly walked over, and with a curious mind, lifted the curtain to see the lifelike foreign paintings.

The girl in the picture bears a striking resemblance to Wugensheng, about six or seven points. The picture is clearer than the gray-white photograph, and even has color, making it look exceptionally realistic.

Zhang Huaiyi stared into the eyes of the girl in the painting, and the more he looked into those bright, clear eyes, the stronger his unease became.

Without any apparent reason, especially the foreign painting of a girl standing in front of a cave, which was quite eerie, Zhang Huaiyi hurriedly covered the curtain and refused to look at it anymore.

After searching for several days, turning the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley and Hewei Cave upside down, they still couldn't find the so-called 'opportunity'.

As night fell, some people gradually gave up and returned to their base outside the valley. They lit a campfire, ate roasted game, drank fine wine, and enjoyed themselves, chatting happily.

Just as Zhang Xuan of the Mo Clan was lamenting when the war would end, Dou Ruchang, the second-in-command of the Secret Painting Sect, was better informed than anyone else present and brought exciting news.

"It'll be soon. The overall situation is settled. Maybe this year or next? It's hard to say exactly when, but the Japanese won't last long. Currently, many capable guys have started to withdraw from the mainland one after another."

Upon hearing this, everyone cheered, drank heartily, and then talked about their post-war life arrangements and spiritual goals.

Some people want to get married and have children, some want to travel abroad and see the world, and some want to travel to different places and exorcise demons to protect the righteous path.

As for the goals of spiritual practice, they vary from person to person.

The hermit Ruan Feng desires to eat well, sleep well, be free from illness and disaster, and live a long life; Ma Ben of the Tiangong Hall wants to establish his own sect and create a new and extraordinary method of weapon forging, which will reduce the mental strain while making the weapons he forges stronger and more effective.

Duanmu Ying of Jishetang wants to master medical skills, integrate Eastern and Western medicine, and save all the people in the world who are still alive.

Listening to those people chatting and laughing, Zhang Huaiyi looked at Wugensheng in front of him and tentatively asked:

"And you, Wugensheng, where do you want to go after the war ends? Or what do you want to do?"

"No...no root...?"

The disheveled and haggard man stood still, slightly tilting his head back. His disheveled hair obscured his numb eyes, and a hoarse, low voice came from his throat.

“I…I am not…Wugensheng….”

His chest rose and fell slightly, his voice hurried, as if making an important decision. His gaze was fixed on the cold moon high in the sky, and he murmured:

"I...I am Feng Yao..."

"I want to be a person, a person who is upright and honest, and treats others with sincerity."

The low, ghostly murmur stirred up a thousand waves like a stone thrown into still water.

Everyone was surprised, their faces showing delight, as this was the first time they had learned Wugensheng's real name.

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"Feng Yao...?"

"Nice name."

"That's something else, isn't it? Speaking the truth after drinking. We all traveled a long way here just for his name?"

The crowd discussed among themselves, some with doubts, as there were very few families or supernatural forces with the surname Feng as the main member.

However, where did he obtain his 'divine spirit,' which was rumored to be able to break all laws?

Seeing that Wugensheng was acting strangely and his condition was off, Zhang Huaiyi realized this was an opportunity to probe further. Feigning doubt, he pressed for details:

"In that case, Brother Feng, may I ask... who is your teacher?"

Everyone was also waiting for this answer. Wugensheng's eyes, which had been raised, were slightly lowered. Through the gaps in his sparse hair, he could see clearly every face that was filled with greed, curiosity, envy, and doubt.

The opportunity is almost here...

Wugensheng chuckled a few times, raised his stiff right hand, placed it between his eyebrows, and, meeting the scrutinizing gaze of the big-eared thief, said without any hesitation: