assistirfilmes Chapter 75: Let's use a self-inflicted injury ruse on the Holy Maiden.
Chapter 75: Let's use a self-inflicted injury ruse on the Holy Maiden.
Not long after Cheng Xiao left the pharmacy, he felt a wave of heat coming from the direction he had left.
When the divine sense swept over, the original pharmacy was engulfed in flames.
People were all around putting out the fire.
It seems that after he left, Yi Er burned the rendezvous point to the ground, and probably killed everyone there.
No wonder he works in intelligence.
His subordinates, on the other hand, seemed rather foolish.
Although the people of the Paradise Gate don't completely trust him yet, it doesn't really matter. They're just using each other, as long as they can cooperate with his actions.
He would decide on his next move after meeting the leader of the Paradise Gate.
"Infernal Affairs, huh? You're going to be acting in Infernal Affairs this time?" Hakimi asked cautiously. "I'm almost afraid to speak."
"That's right, you're not too confident. This isn't a game you can solve by dating. You should learn more and observe more," Cheng Xiao replied.
As he spoke, he leaped onto the roof and began to traverse the town.
After regaining his undercover identity, he went to complete the mission assigned to him by the Demonic Sect.
The people of Wanjian Pavilion must die.
We can't just let Gu Yunshu go through with the marriage; we must resolve this predicament first.
Not long after, he appeared on the roof of an inn.
The Supreme Dao Sect was full of people and eyes, and there might be someone with a similar cultivation level to him. Cheng Xiao was very careful and only released his divine soul in a small area. In the end, it took him two hours to find the place where the people from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were staying.
These sword cultivators were cautious and did not stay in the accommodations arranged by the Supreme Dao Sect. Instead, they booked an entire inn in the town at the foot of the mountain.
Three sword formations were set up outside the inn, and two disciples stood guard at the entrance, swords at their waists, standing ramrod straight.
If you don't look closely, you can't tell at all that they are from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Unfortunately, the soaring sword energy still gave them away.
Cheng Xiao stood on the rooftop, observing the situation below.
After looking for a long time, he still couldn't tell which one was the person who was to be married to Gu Yunshu.
He scanned the inn with his divine sense; there were twelve people living there.
All twelve people were highly skilled, with the lowest being at the Nascent Soul stage and the highest being an old man who had reached the threshold of the Body Integration stage. His sword intent was restrained, and his entire body exuded a golden aura.
The sword in his hand was even more magical; it appeared simple, yet it constantly exuded a powerful aura.
Cheng Xiao heard a lot of gossip from Shen Qingci.
According to her, the person who came to arrange the marriage was the only son of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master. He was young and had extremely high talent in swordsmanship.
Besides forming an alliance, this marriage was also intended to leverage the resources of the Supreme Dao Sect to help him break through his bottleneck.
But Cheng Xiao glanced around and found three young men in the inn, all around the Nascent Soul stage, and their ages matched.
He didn't know which one was the real deal.
However, this did not stump Cheng Xiao. After thinking for a few moments without figuring it out, he decided to give up.
He landed from the rooftop into the inn's backyard without making a sound.
The first sword formation shattered instantly, and the second sword formation was triggered immediately afterward. Twelve sword energies attacked from all directions, but he only raised his hand and pressed it in the air, and all the sword energies dissipated in the night wind.
Before the third sword formation could be activated, Cheng Xiao had already passed through the backyard, pushed open the back door, and entered the inn.
The inn's lobby was pitch black, with only an oil lamp on the counter providing illumination.
Today, the inn has been booked by the Wanjian Pavilion, so there are hardly any guests and it feels unusually empty.
Perhaps because he was too idle, the waiter on night duty fell asleep on the table. Cheng Xiao walked past him without the waiter noticing.
He went up to the second floor.
The corridor is long, with guest rooms on both sides.
Cheng Xiao pushed open the first door. Inside, two people were sleeping, surrounded by sword energy; they were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
He reached out and tapped each of their foreheads, and their breathing stopped.
He left the room and pushed open the second door.
Two more.
Order again.
The third door.
Three young men were staying in one room; they must be the young people who came for this arranged marriage.
Looking at their young faces, Cheng Xiao still couldn't tell which one was the real person.
But this didn't stump him.
He simply raised his hand and tapped each of them on the forehead.
The three of them stopped breathing.
He went from room to room, opening five doors and touching the foreheads of eleven people.
The entire process was exceptionally quiet, without making a single sound.
Those people didn't even open their eyes, didn't turn over, and didn't notice anything unusual.
Their swords were still beside their pillows, and the pillows were still warm, but the people would never wake up again.
That old sword cultivator in the Integration Stage was the last one.
When Cheng Xiao pushed open the door, the old man's eyelids twitched, as if he had sensed something, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword on the bedside table.
But he only moved his eyelids slightly, and before his hand even touched the hilt of the sword, Cheng Xiao's fingers landed on his brow.
The old man stopped breathing.
Cheng Xiao withdrew his hand and stood by the bed for a glance.
The old man's face still showed vigilance, but his expression remained frozen in that moment.
With a slight movement, Cheng Xiao annihilated the bodies and souls of these people.
His cultivation level far surpassed these people's; killing them was no different than killing chickens.
He turned and went downstairs, walking past Xiao Er again.
Xiao Er is still asleep, snoring evenly.
Cheng Xiao walked back to the backyard, stood beside the well, and looked up at the moon in the sky.
Then, with a wave of his hand, the inn shattered and collapsed into ruins.
Cheng Xiao continued to unleash his spiritual power, disguising the place as if it had just experienced a great battle. The corpses of the sword cultivators turned to ashes along with the inn, leaving no trace or evidence.
After doing all this, he looked down at his clean white clothes, thought for a moment, and then slapped his chest.
He used some force in that palm strike, breaking three of his ribs.
He didn't stop. He reached for the old swordsman's sword and slashed a half-foot-long wound on his left shoulder. The flesh was torn open, and blood gushed out.
Next came the back, the lower abdomen, and the right leg, each strike precisely avoiding vital points, yet still appearing horrific.
Finally, he also made a cut on his own face, from his brow bone to his cheekbone, and blood flowed down, covering half of his face.
Cheng Xiao stood by the well, catching his breath.
He wasn't faking it; that slap really hit hard.
Since he entered the Mahayana stage, few people have been able to hurt him. He hasn't experienced such pain in a long time.
He suppressed his spiritual power to the level expected of someone in the Foundation Establishment stage, sealed 70% of his dantian, and then staggered over the courtyard wall, running towards the direction of the Supreme Dao Sect.
It is fifty li from the foot of the mountain to the Taishang Daozong.
He ran for almost an hour.
His blood kept flowing on the way, staining most of his white servant's clothes red, and in some places even turning black.
He would run a few steps and then fall down, get up and run again, his mouth full of the taste of blood.
When Cheng Xiao arrived at the gate of the Supreme Dao Sect, he bypassed the gate, climbed over the small path behind the plantation, and then crossed the patrol line of the Twelve Peaks.
He knew how to walk without being discovered.
He memorized the route the last time he came.
By the time he arrived at Zuowangxue Pavilion, it was already late at night.
Gu Yunshu sat by the pool, her eyes slightly closed, spiritual energy flowing around her, at a crucial stage of her cultivation.
She was dressed in white, her long hair cascading to the ground, and her exquisite face was like a fine work of art, without the slightest flaw.
Cheng Xiao didn't even have the strength to push the door open; he had to slam it open with his shoulder.
The wooden door slammed open, and he tumbled inside, falling to the ground. He tried to get up, but his arms gave way, and he collapsed onto the cold stone slab.
Gu Yunshu opened her eyes.
What she saw was a blood-soaked person.