Chapter 57

"Little brother, you’ve really had it tough, haven’t you?"

He Xiangming said with deep emotion.

"It’s been tough..."

Feng Yin was taken aback for a moment, then sighed bitterly, his voice low, "In this world, who has it easy?"

These words immediately resonated with He Xiangming, who sighed deeply.

Yes, who can have it easy?

Even she, in a super sect, looking like a favored child of heaven, high and mighty, but... is it really that easy?

If it were easy, why wouldn’t she go to the capital to take charge of a region? Why come to a place like Tiannan Dao, where even rabbits don’t defecate?

"It’s tough..."

After that, He Xiangming stayed for only a short while before leaving. She was afraid she would cry and lose her composure.

Because the young man Feng Yin, in her eyes, had a truly heart-wrenching fate.

It was rare that he was so strong, so honest, so persistent, and so principled... it made it even harder for him!

Such a young man, over the years, He Xiangming had only seen one.

"Such a good child."

"I must do my best to help him. I can’t let this mundane world taint his pure heart too early."

All the way back to her residence, He Xiangming remained emotionally stirred, and she made up her mind in her heart.

Although today’s actions were somewhat emotional, this young man, Ling Yunduan, was indeed good.

Worth helping.

Consider it a good deed!

Back in her room.

He Xiangming immediately called a maid and gave a perfunctory order: "This person, yes, the young man Ling Yunduan, check his background and past."

"Yes, Miss."

"Check carefully, yes... I have no ill intentions."

"I understand, Miss."

"Go ahead."

...

It was already late at night.

And the "honest and simple child" in He Xiangming’s words, the "strong and worthy of help" in her heart, was now dressed in black, masked, stepping out under the moonlight, engaged in a deadly mission.

His moves were ruthless, showing no mercy.

The blade flashed, heads fell, blood splattered.

Feng Yin rose with the wind, stepped on the moon, and left.

Like a dark night demon, a killing god in the wind.

"Thud!"

One strike, blood splattered.

In no time, he had completed two bronze medal tasks.

The Juntian Mirror, Feng Yin’s exclusive badge, had quietly changed color, even the material had changed, turning into a bright yellow bronze.

Bronze medal assassin, Wenrou, ranked 29,876.

The famous assassin Wenrou’s ranking had advanced further.

And this time’s reward, in addition to the daily steamed buns, cultivation techniques, and basic combat skills, as a reward for officially advancing to the bronze medal, there was also a "Lower-grade Intrinsic Breakthrough Pill."

The use of this pill, as its name suggests, is obvious.

When you reach the peak of the Ninth Rank of the Intrinsic Realm and want to break through to the Eighth Rank, taking this pill can increase your success rate by fifty percent!

Fifty percent, this probability is already quite high.

The reason is simple: anyone who can advance to the Intrinsic Realm has considerable talent and potential. Breaking through to the Eighth Rank of the Intrinsic Realm is just an initial breakthrough, and even the least capable should have a seventy to eighty percent chance of success, with no great difficulty. On this basis, increasing the success rate by fifty percent, it would be strange if the success rate didn’t exceed one hundred percent!

In other words, it means you will definitely break through.

However, this kind of pill is only given as a reward when the rank is promoted, and does not appear at other times.

After getting the pill, Feng Yin saw that the other mission targets were quite far away.

Feng Yin didn’t want to overwork himself; he understood the principle that haste makes waste.

"Even if I work all night, I won’t reach the gold medal. Instead of rushing around, I might as well cultivate the Linghua Scripture for a while."

Looking at the bronze medal, Feng Yin felt a bit emotional.

The goal of the gold medal had taken another step forward.

At the same time, he had a feeling.

"In this world, there are truly endless evil people."

The second target of the night was originally a good person, indeed, once a good person.

"Lu Zhengliang, originally a warrior from Yuezhou, with a virtuous wife and filial son, living a happy life; never had the intention to harm others, made a living as a martial arts instructor. However, one night, his family was destroyed, his son killed, and his wife raped and murdered. In one night, he lost both his wife and son; his personality changed drastically, and he became a night demon. Every night, he would go out, enter homes, and commit atrocities, taking lives and raping women. Six families have already suffered at his hands."

"Personal suffering is not an excuse for evil, nor the root of evil; therefore, the Juntian Hand is ordered to kill him, to report to heaven and bring peace to the people."

This was the second target of the night.

Feng Yin understood this kind of person, someone who had suddenly suffered a great tragedy, lost all reason, and began to take revenge on society.

Understanding is one thing, but sympathy is another, and his hand would not waver.

So he first captured Lu Zhengliang and hid him.

Then, according to the Juntian Mirror’s bounty, he killed another pervert in Yuezhou City; this person had also committed similar atrocities, and Lu Zhengliang’s wife was one of his victims.

This battle was not easy.

A pervert who had committed multiple crimes, without a bronze medal assassin to stop him, clearly had considerable strength; for Feng Yin, this was a fierce battle.

And it wasn’t very rational.

But Feng Yin still went.

A failed ambush, only a minor injury, so he decided to fight head-on.

Feng Yin used all his trump cards, and ultimately, with the continuous replenishment of strength from the Linghua Scripture, he killed the pervert!

He cut off the head and brought it back.

He placed it in front of Lu Zhengliang and woke him up.

"Your enemy, I have killed for you. This head is the one who killed your wife and son."

"But the evil you have done also requires a price from me."

"Your family was destroyed, you could seek revenge, but targeting innocent people, what kind of skill is that?"

"Lu Zhengliang, today you will receive my blade. In the netherworld, will you have the face to see your wife?"

Lu Zhengliang was in tears, kneeling straight on the ground, handing over all his property to Feng Yin.

The blade fell.

The head fell.

Blood splattered.

Feng Yin ran around again, dividing Lu Zhengliang’s property into six parts and quietly placing them with the six families. He didn’t say anything, didn’t leave a note to explain.

No matter how he explained, Lu Zhengliang would never be forgiven.

But it didn’t stop Feng Yin from doing what he believed was right.

"I am an assassin, wielding the blade of life and death, the sword of taking lives; walking in the darkness, killing in the long night; countless souls have perished under my blade, rivers of blood have flowed. But in my heart, there is a three-foot patch of pure land, a sky of sunshine. Even though I walk in the darkness, I am still the same person I was in my past life.

I am Feng Yin, but I am still Feng Xiaoyin. I still believe in the brightness of the world, the beauty of humanity; good is rewarded with good, evil with evil. If there is no retribution, I will bring it."

"Even if a thousand people point fingers, what does it matter if I do as I please?"

Feng Yin knew that he was somewhat overstepping; he might be seen as overly righteous. If this got out, many would say he was putting on a show.

They would say he was contradictory, showing off.

Many would say, "You’re just an assassin, what saint are you pretending to be?"

So he didn’t plan to say anything; he kept it to himself.

How I act, why should others judge?

I am alone in this world, I will do what I want! What right do you, mere mortals, have to judge my principles?

So he was at peace.

Anything he did, he followed his own moral standards, even if it was more complicated and troublesome. Just like with Lu Zhengliang’s enemy, Feng Yin had no obligation to get involved.

Killing Lu Zhengliang would complete the mission, but Feng Yin insisted on doing more.

The cost was a sword wound to his leg, a sword wound to his shoulder, and a punch to his chest. The injuries were not severe, but they were not light either.

But he had no regrets.

And he didn’t want to analyze or think about why good people turn bad, what social or psychological reasons there might be...

Those things were not his concern.

He just did what he wanted to do, what he could do, and that was enough!

In one night, he killed two targets.

And they were related.

Feng Yin not only injured himself but also fell into a state of depression.

His mood was extremely low.

He didn’t even feel the sense of pride in "upholding justice and protecting the good" that he usually felt. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Looking up at the sky, it felt close, as if it were about to press down, heavy and suffocating.

So he stopped looking at other missions.

He returned home directly, stepping on the moon, and the spirit energy vortex was almost ready to form again.

This time, Feng Yin didn’t plan to enlighten Xiaofeng again, as it was too soon since the last enlightenment.

Just after the second enlightenment, he was about to do the third... he needed to give Xiaofeng some space to grow.

Even if Feng Yin didn’t fully understand the subtleties, he wouldn’t blindly experiment on the little guy.

In this regard, he was very cautious.

Since the family had new members, if Xiaofeng couldn’t, they could!

The Cloud-Piercing Eagle, the Sky-Splitting Falcon.