Chapter 35

"Mu Shuang." The voice of the man in black was cold. "Come with me."

Though his face was covered, from his voice, it was clear that the man in black was no more than thirty years old. His attire was very similar to when Zhong Wen first saw Leng Wushuang, even his demeanor was about seven or eight parts alike.

Just from the first impression, Zhong Wen judged that the person in front of him should also be an assassin belonging to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower.

"Teacher." Leng Wushuang's voice carried a hint of fear and panic.

"I know you want revenge, but you left without completing your training, which is a violation of the Ten Thousand Gold Tower's rules." The man in black, Feng, spoke in a cold, emotionless tone.

"I..." Leng Wushuang wanted to resist, but the authority Feng had built up over the years made it impossible for her to say the word "no."

In her confusion, she suddenly felt her left hand being gripped.

Looking down, she saw Zhong Wen's right hand gently holding her left hand. A warm sensation spread from his palm, making her feel very comfortable and cozy.

"I won't go back." She mustered the courage to say the words in her heart.

Feng's eyes showed surprise for the first time: "You should know the consequences of betraying the Ten Thousand Gold Tower."

"I am willing to accept any consequences." Leng Wushuang glanced at Zhong Wen, her tone becoming more determined. "I won't return to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower."

"Is it because of this boy?" Feng looked at Zhong Wen, his eyes filled with a cold, piercing gaze. "You are the most talented student I have trained, and I never thought you would make such a low-level mistake of being swayed by emotions."

"No, it's not like that. He saved my life." Leng Wushuang's face turned red as she denied it repeatedly.

"Those who betray the Ten Thousand Gold Tower have only one path: death." Feng's tone was icy cold. "I will ask you one last time, are you coming with me?"

Leng Wushuang glanced at Zhong Wen, reading his supportive and encouraging gaze. She shook her head firmly and said, "I won't go back."

"Losing a talented student like you is a great loss." Feng slowly raised his long sword. "After you die, I will send him down to accompany you, as a token of my respect as your teacher."

"I don't want to fight you." Leng Wushuang said sincerely. "If it weren't for you bringing me back to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, I would have starved to death on the street. I can't fight you."

"To be an assassin and still have a sense of kindness." Feng's face showed a mocking expression. "I was wrong about you. Since you are unwilling to fight me, then die."

With that, he moved swiftly, his long sword piercing toward Leng Wushuang at a speed almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

The assassination technique of the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, when executed by Feng, was far more seasoned than when performed by Leng Wushuang.

Perhaps not expecting her teacher to really try to kill her, Leng Wushuang was unable to react in time and stood there, frozen, as Feng's sword drew closer.

She had a fleeting thought of giving up on life.

Since I have already avenged myself and promised him not to return to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, I will use my life to fulfill that promise.

I have no regrets in this life, no regrets...

Thinking of Zhong Wen beside her, she felt a sudden pain in her heart and closed her eyes.

"Thud!"

The sound of the sword piercing flesh came from in front of her, but she felt no pain.

Opening her eyes, she saw Zhong Wen's not-so-imposing figure blocking her, with Feng's sword deeply embedded in Zhong Wen's left shoulder.

"You... you... why..." Leng Wushuang was so shocked that her words became incoherent.

"No matter how much he has done for you, the moment he stabbed this sword, it is all nullified." Zhong Wen turned to look at her, his face pale. The difference in cultivation was too great, and even the technique of shifting the blow couldn't completely deflect Feng's sword. "From now on, the person in front of you is just an enemy who wants to kill you."

Seeing Zhong Wen's pained expression, Leng Wushuang felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Wushuang, you haven't chosen wrong." Feng's eyes showed a rare hint of approval. "This boy has some backbone."

"Feng, leave now, or I will really kill you." Leng Wushuang's eyes showed a killing intent for the first time.

"Oh? Let me see if your assassination skills have improved over these days." Feng's face showed a look of disdain.

In the next moment, an indescribable chill emanated from Leng Wushuang, enveloping the entire room, making the air seem to freeze.

"Hmm?" Intimidated by Leng Wushuang's aura, Feng's face showed a hint of surprise. "Interesting!"

Then, the teacher and student both swung their long swords.

Feng's assassination technique was still seasoned, but this time, he faced the legendary sword technique from the ancient era, one of the top killing moves in the Diamond Spirit Techniques, the "Deadly Strike."

Leng Wushuang, using the "Cloud Walking Steps," narrowly avoided Feng's sword. Almost simultaneously, her "Deadly Strike" pierced Feng's abdomen without any resistance.

The fierce sword move, combined with the overwhelming cold power of the "Great Primal Yin Art," instantly rendered Feng unable to resist.

"I was right about you, cough, cough... Wushuang... you will become the best assassin of your time." As Feng fell, his face showed a look of satisfaction.

"Clang!" Leng Wushuang's long sword fell to the ground, and she knelt beside Feng's gradually cooling body, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What are you crying for? Practicing the Ten Thousand Gold Tower's techniques, I didn't have much time left to live anyway." As he was about to die, Feng's tone became slightly gentler.

Leng Wushuang didn't respond, just continued to cry.

"Boy, take good care of her." Feng turned his head with difficulty to look at Zhong Wen.

"You have the nerve to say that." Zhong Wen sneered, finding Feng's attempt to play the good guy at the last moment despicable.

"What do you know? As an assassin of the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, practicing that flawed technique, one must rely on the organization's drugs to maintain life, becoming nothing more than a killing machine with no future." Feng coughed continuously, speaking with great difficulty, but he seemed to have opened up. "From that strike, I could feel that Wushuang is no longer practicing the Ten Thousand Gold Tower's technique, indicating she has broken free from the organization's control."

"She is the first assassin I have seen break free from the Ten Thousand Gold Tower and regain her freedom." Feng's eyes returned to Leng Wushuang, looking at her like a proud father. "She deserves to have her own life."

"Zhong Wen, can you save him, save him!" Leng Wushuang turned to Zhong Wen, her face tear-streaked, her voice choked with sobs. "Please... please!"

"Ah!" Zhong Wen sighed, came to Leng Wushuang's side, and handed her a Great Spirit Revitalizing Pill. "Take this first, I'll check on him."

"Thank you!" Leng Wushuang obediently swallowed the pill. Zhong Wen's action of restoring her spirit energy showed that he was genuinely trying to heal Feng, so he took precautions.

"You should be grateful that this fool held back on you just now." Zhong Wen checked Feng's pulse, took a Life Reviving Pill from his pocket, and reluctantly fed it to him. "This pill can extend your life, but if you continue to practice that technique, you won't live more than two years."

"Two years, more than I expected." Feng didn't hesitate, swallowing the pill in one go. "I am already at the peak of the Earth Wheel stage, and further practice won't improve me. Why bother?"

In no time, Feng, who had been lying on the ground, stood up under the effect of the medicine.

"I'm leaving." Feng's tone returned to its icy coldness. "I will report to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower that you died under my sword."

"Thank you." Leng Wushuang's eyes were still red, and she murmured.

"Don't mistreat her, or else..." This was said to Zhong Wen. "I will come back for you."

With that, without waiting for their response, Feng's figure disappeared, demonstrating a masterful display of arrogance.

To lose and still maintain such composure, his face was truly remarkable!

Zhong Wen watched Feng's departing figure, feeling a deep admiration.

"Your hand, how is it? Is it serious?" Leng Wushuang, remembering that Zhong Wen had been injured saving her, asked with concern.

"It's fine, the bleeding has stopped." Zhong Wen had already taken a Great Vitality Revitalizing Pill and used a golden needle to seal the acupoints on his arm, stopping the blood flow. "It will be as good as new in a couple of days."

"You saved my life again and saved my teacher. This favor..." Leng Wushuang looked at Zhong Wen, her emotions fluctuating, her words a bit jumbled. "I fear I can never repay it in this lifetime."

"Owing such a great favor, should you obediently listen to me?" Zhong Wen's face showed a mischievous smile.

"I..." Leng Wushuang was flustered by his gaze, wanting to say something, but ultimately, all her words condensed into one word. She blushed and nodded lightly, "Yes."

What does he want me to do?

Feeling Zhong Wen's hand gently on her shoulder, her face turned even redder.

Forget it, with such a heavy favor, I will do whatever he asks.

She thought this and abandoned all resistance.

"Then, I want you to forget all the unhappiness of the past." Zhong Wen said with a smile. "From today on, do what you want, live happily. If you can do that, you will have repaid my favor."

Looking at the handsome young man's radiant smile, Leng Wushuang felt her heart melt.

At that moment, she knew that she was completely lost, unable to leave this man for the rest of her life...