Chapter 16

Feng Yin returned to his bedroom with a fresh and clear demeanor, performing a series of actions to ensure all traces were thoroughly erased before finally breaking into a broad smile.

Tonight, he had made three moves, and all three were successful.

More importantly, these three moves made Feng Yin keenly feel the tremendous difference from before, as if he had made a stunning leap in one step!

The feeling of fluidity, the sense of everything being under control, the confidence that his moves would determine the fate of his enemies, was truly exhilarating.

"It's so much easier than before, the feeling of taking out a target in one move is amazing."

Feng Yin couldn't help but grin widely.

He had a certain air of "killing one man every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles."

There was also a sense of "hitting the mark with one strike, flying a thousand miles away" that was quite showy.

"Seems like I've reached the realm of assassins in ancient novels... I feel a bit like Ye Gucheng... tsk tsk, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being from beyond the sky..."

"Ye Gucheng might not be as handsome as me."

Tonight, he had completed three targets.

Two lechers who had stolen others' wives and daughters, killed their families, and seized their properties, and one scoundrel who specialized in robbing ordinary people and merchants.

Each of them was a heinous criminal, and Feng Yin felt no guilt in killing them, even feeling a great sense of satisfaction, as the belief that eliminating evil is a form of kindness was deeply ingrained in his heart.

The fairness of the Jun Tian Hand was widely recognized across the continent. Even those who made it to the list didn't think they were wronged, and there was no room for argument.

This credibility was the first in the continent, without a doubt.

Apart from being curious about the intelligence channels of the Jun Tian Hand, Feng Yin never worried about killing the wrong person.

"This sword is also due for retirement."

Feng Yin fondly caressed the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with deep reluctance.

The blade shimmered slightly, as if it too was reluctant to leave its master.

In his ten years as an assassin, Feng Yin's preferred weapon was the sword, but the basic techniques of the Jun Tian Hand were generally applicable to both swords and knives. Thus, he wasn't particularly skilled with it, just proficient through practice.

Using the sword was merely a dream from his previous life of being a swordsman.

But now, in this life-and-death world, Feng Yin felt the sword was no longer as handy.

The sword is the gentleman among weapons.

But he himself... didn't seem to be a gentleman?

Hmm? This can't be known by others.

Feng Yin had put a lot of effort into mastering these basic combat techniques, reaching a level where he could use them effortlessly.

But now, this sword had three notches.

The third target tonight was more alert. Although the ambush was successful, the target reacted quickly, and there was a clash of weapons, adding another notch to the blade, which pained Feng Yin greatly. The damage to the weapon was almost at its limit.

"I won't allow you to break on the battlefield."

Feng Yin caressed his first sword, as if it had a soul, and murmured, "You've been through thick and thin with me for ten years. You've worked hard. From tonight on, you'll rest and enjoy your twilight years with me."

The blade shimmered in the candlelight, the light flowing over it, as if it truly had emotions and was gently responding to Feng Yin.

It also seemed to feel guilty and sad for not being able to fight alongside its master again.

"If there's a chance in the future, I'll repair you."

Feng Yin said to the sword, sighing softly.

For ten years, he had no friends, no companions, and the most intimate and trusted partner was this sword.

Although the sword wasn't a living thing, in Feng Yin's heart, it was already his partner.

Even if it hadn't been damaged tonight, Feng Yin wouldn't have used it again.

Using it again would mean breaking it.

Letting the sword rest and enjoy its twilight years might seem ridiculous to others, but in Feng Yin's heart, it was the greatest responsibility to his partner.

He carefully oiled the sword, then wrapped it in animal skin soaked in oil, and put it away.

He carefully stored it away.

Feng Yin sighed, feeling a bit melancholic.

Reluctance and emptiness.

It also meant he needed to find a new weapon.

But the gains from tonight were still quite good.

...

As the iron plate flashed with a faint light.

The reward for the first target arrived first: two steamed buns, ten taels of silver, a low-grade bone-washing pill, a low-grade essence pill, and a step technique manual, the Wind Step.

The reward for the second target was basically the same as the first, even the step technique was the same Wind Step.

"Loss."

Feng Yin couldn't help but sigh; the reward system of the Jun Tian Hand still had flaws. The first time he got a technique manual, it was full of surprises, but getting the same one again was just heartbreaking.

These two identical step techniques, one of which was completely redundant, were useless and couldn't even be sold.

There were too many Jun Tian Hand assassins, and these basic step techniques were already common.

Fortunately, the reward for the third target didn't give another Wind Step:

Two steamed buns, twenty taels of silver, a mid-grade bone-washing pill, a mid-grade essence pill, and a leg technique, the Heaven-Turning Leg.

Although the name of the Heaven-Turning Leg was powerful, it was still a common low-grade technique, better than nothing.

"The gains from tonight's work are not small, but they fall short of expectations. The third target's reward is twice that of the first two, which is quite good... Indeed, the difficult targets have their benefits. Just the fact that he could counterattack the moment I ambushed him makes him much stronger than the first two."

Dawn was approaching.

Feng Yin decided to practice the Spirit Transformation Sutra and memorize the new leg and step techniques.

In less than half an hour, he had memorized the content of the manuals, every detail clear in his mind.

"Not only has my physique improved, but my spiritual awareness and brain have also improved. This Spirit Transformation Sutra is truly amazing."

"If I were my old self, even with full concentration, it would be hard to understand the content of the manuals so quickly, and I would easily get distracted."

Feng Yin was very satisfied with his current state.

After this round of practice, he was surprised to find a pair of beautiful, almost unreal blue eyes, like amber, looking at him curiously and affectionately from the swaddling clothes, filled with complete trust.

A weak and gentle cry, "Eh-um~"

...

"Beautiful!"

Feng Yin was almost lost in the charm of those beautiful eyes, then he was pleasantly surprised: "You opened your eyes!!"

Feng Yin picked up the little one, first checking its bottom to ensure it hadn't soiled itself, then finally relaxed and placed it on the chamber pot in the corner, successfully helping it relieve itself, cleaned its bottom, and brought it back.

His eyes focused on the little one's beautiful eyes again, and he couldn't resist gently touching his forehead to the small, fluffy forehead, whispering, "You opened your eyes? How can you be so beautiful... hehe..."

The little one made a "Eh-um" sound, opening its eyes wide and looking at him obediently, without any sign of struggle.

"What do you want to say?"

"Eh-um."

"Hmm? Say it again?"

"Eh-um..."

The little one finally became impatient, its four little paws starting to move, trying to crawl out of the swaddling clothes.

Feng Yin tried to let the little one onto the bed.

The little one struggled to stand on its four legs, but as soon as it managed to stand, it tumbled to the side.

It couldn't move an inch for a long time.

"Eh-um, eh-um, eh-um..."

The little one cried out.

"What's wrong? Hungry?"

So Feng Yin started mixing porridge again.

This time, he crushed a low-grade bone-washing pill and added it to the porridge.

He didn't use a mid-grade one, not because he was stingy, but because after discovering the effectiveness of the Spirit Transformation Sutra, he no longer planned to use such low-grade bone-washing pills himself, and he was worried the little one might not be able to handle it.

He fed the thick bowl of porridge to the little one, who ate until it was tired, panting in Feng Yin's hand, its white belly rising and falling slightly, then it stuck out its tongue to lick the bowl, looking like it was still hungry but couldn't eat any more.

Although I'm very tired, I'm not full.

"Wow... You've already eaten more than your entire body... and you're still not full? The high-level demons in novels aren't lying, their stomachs are bottomless pits!" Feng Yin said with a wry smile.

The little one stretched its neck, trying to reach Feng Yin's chest, its pink tongue extending, full of longing, as if it had a specific goal.

Its little paws reached forward, "Eh-um..."

Clearly, driven by the instinct of mammals, the little one wanted to change its diet.

"Hold on, eat during practice... eating now won't help."

"You can't suck it out, oh, oh, oh..."

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"Oh, oh, oh... Where are the votes?"