Chapter 43

On the night of the full moon, two figures darted swiftly across the lake surface. After a short while, they leaped into the woods by the canal shore...

Mujian held Feng Jueyu in one hand, moving across the lake as if it were solid ground, allowing him to experience firsthand the unparalleled lightness of his martial arts...

Feng Jueyu had long recognized Mujian's formidable skills, but he never expected him to be so much stronger. Not only did Mujian possess a body that could rival the legendary Bodhidharma's ability to cross a river on a single reed, but when they reached the top of Lianlang Mountain, the faint blue light that emanated from his body further revealed his true strength.

This man was actually a Heaven Martial Realm expert. Although the blue light was somewhat dim, indicating he was at the initial stage, he was still a Heaven Martial Realm expert. This guy was indeed no ordinary person.

Throughout the journey, Feng Jueyu, held like a chick in Mujian's hand, felt the cold wind blowing across the lake and couldn't help but be amazed. This guy was just in his early twenties, yet he had reached the sixth realm of the seven martial arts realms. He was indeed formidable.

Upon reaching the peak, Mujian stopped at a relatively secluded spot without a word, settled Feng Jueyu, and said, "Brother, wait here for a moment. I'll deal with my enemy and then send you away..."

Feng Jueyu surveyed the surroundings and nodded slightly, "A dark and windy night, perfect for a duel..."

"Good eye," Mujian smiled, his expression showing no tension or restraint before the battle, but rather a hint of excitement and fervor, suggesting he was a man who enjoyed combat and had experienced many great battles.

Mujian pointed to Lianlang and Wu, "This is a crucial point where the canal water flows from upstream to Xilin. On the other side of the mountain, behind us, there is a branch of the river, which is the main waterway of Tiansouth. Merchant ships and military vessels must navigate upstream and turn westward from there. If this place were not in Tiansouth but a desolate land, it would be a strategic location in military strategy. If someone were to set an ambush here, they could achieve great success."

Feng Jueyu also saw the strategic value. The narrow pass between the two mountains and the treacherous terrain made the branch of the river extremely turbulent. Any ship, no matter how large, would be unable to proceed once it reached this point. If someone were to set an ambush, even with heavy defenses, the chances of being breached would be high.

Feng Jueyu nodded repeatedly and asked, "Brother Mujian, you sure know how to pick a place."

Mujian smiled and said, "You're mistaken. I didn't choose this place; I had no choice..."

If it wasn't Mujian's choice, it must have been his enemy's. Feng Jueyu nodded silently and hid in the grass, observing the stars and the moon.

As the King of Assassins and the Emperor of Assassins, Feng Jueyu knew this was a critical moment for Mujian. Before a major battle, a skilled warrior needed to adjust his mindset to the best possible state to fully utilize his abilities.

He didn't want to disturb Mujian and chose to remain silent.

Mujian glanced at Feng Jueyu with a knowing look, nodded silently, and in an instant, his lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by a majestic and valiant presence.

Mujian stood like a spear, his body radiating a fierce aura, his long hair flying, and his posture upright, as if he were one with the heavens and the earth.

The sound of the canal water rushing from the peak of Lianlang seemed like the galloping of thousands of troops on the battlefield. Mujian was the iron-blooded general and the vanguard on this battlefield, invincible.

At that moment, a sharp whistling sound came from the nearby grass. Feng Jueyu turned his head slightly and saw over fifty people suddenly appear behind him.

These people were all fierce and full of energy, approaching from all directions with a rhythmic and almost uniform pace.

Their breathing was steady, and they left no trace as they ran over the grass, swift as the wind, incredibly fast...

Feng Jueyu had already detected these fifty people, but he pretended not to notice. However, when he used his powerful insight and sensing abilities, he found that they had the same intense blood aura as Mujian.

Unlike assassins, their blood aura was full of masculinity and dominance, making one shudder. They were undoubtedly brought by Mujian and were seasoned iron-blooded soldiers.

The fifty people quickly stood behind Mujian, like immovable monuments, standing firm...

After a brief moment of calm, Mujian spoke, "Soldiers, listen to my order. Set an ambush five miles away from the Tiansouth branch of the canal. If you spot any suspicious individuals, kill them without mercy. Ensure the Shangguan family's cargo ship navigates upstream for thirty miles without any mishaps..."

"Yes..."

The response came from only one person, but it seemed to reach everyone's hearts. They showed no expression and vanished like ghosts.

The last one to leave was the person standing at the front, holding a long weapon wrapped in coarse cloth, which looked like a spear or a lance. He respectfully handed it to Mujian and then left last.

Hearing Mujian's order, Feng Jueyu was shocked. Ensuring the Shangguan family's cargo ship was safe? They were here to escort the cargo? What kind of cargo required such a group of iron-blooded soldiers to escort?

The Mu family? Feng Jueyu had heard of them. The first military god of the Tiansouth Empire was surnamed Mu, the Marquis of Zhenyuan and the General of the Cavalry, Mu Zhonghun. A renowned first general of Tiansouth.

Mu Qianjun, could he be a member of the Mu family?

In his shock, Feng Jueyu almost confirmed Mu Qianjun's identity. If not for the Mu family's iron army and their sons, who could train such a formidable group of soldiers? Mu Qianjun, a member of the Mu family, was a certainty.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu connected Xiao Yuanshan's discovery with tonight's events. The Shangguan family had an important cargo to transport, and it was set to depart tonight. The Mu family's iron army, which was defending the western border against the Dalu, had someone return to Tiansouth. If these two events were unrelated, Feng Jueyu wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.

"This is going to be a restless night," Feng Jueyu's pupils constricted.

At that moment, a strange figure, illuminated by the silver moon in the distant sky, quickly landed on the top of Wupan Mountain.

Like Mujian, the moment this person appeared, Feng Jueyu sensed a surge of blood aura. However, this person's blood aura was different, contrasting sharply with Mujian's masculine and dominant aura. It was exceptionally cold and evil.

If Mujian was a fierce tiger, this person was a venomous snake.

If Mujian was a spear, this person was a cold arrow.

Feng Jueyu was very familiar with this aura. The person was not an iron-blooded soldier but a thorough assassin, a typical killer...

This was the first time Feng Jueyu had encountered a fellow assassin on the Tai Xuan continent, and it was a formidable one.

A killer who could challenge Mujian must be of considerable strength. Feng Jueyu involuntarily pursed his lips, wanting to see how the killers on the Tai Xuan continent compared to himself.

As an assassin, Feng Jueyu was proficient in all methods that could be used to assassinate and complete a mission, almost turning each one into an art.

Killing was an art, not just a matter of baring one's fangs like a beast. It involved a deep understanding of the world, detailed to the point of using everything around to assist in the task.

Even a blade of grass on the ground could be useful...

"Mu Qianjun," the assassin spoke first, his tone soft and effeminate, exuding an aura that only a venomous snake could emit.

Undoubtedly, such a person was indeed suited to be an assassin, as he had no human emotions. However, precisely because of this, he could never become a peak assassin, let alone the King of Assassins.

Sitting in the grass, Feng Jueyu adjusted his breathing to the lowest point. Although the Life and Death Unchanging Divine Technique he practiced was running in his body, this technique was different from the martial arts techniques on the Tai Xuan continent. The seven realms of martial arts—purple, white, gold, blue, green, orange, and blue—were not suitable for the Life and Death Unchanging Divine Technique.

With over two decades of experience as the King of Assassins, Feng Jueyu was rarely detected unless he wanted to be. Even Mujian and the effeminate man couldn't sense his presence.

Feeling the snake-like aura and the faint contempt in the effeminate man's tone, Feng Jueyu knew that this person, although an assassin, was not a top-tier one.

A true assassin would never underestimate any opponent, no matter the gap between them. As an assassin, one must approach an opponent like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, using the simplest, fastest, and most efficient method. This was the basic essence of an assassin.

The person opposite had completely overlooked this crucial point.

So, he was not up to par...

Rational analysis led Feng Jueyu to conclude this person's capabilities, but he also wouldn't ignore the foundation of being a killer, which was the realm of martial arts.

Perhaps their arrogance stemmed from their exceptional skills, which was fundamentally different from the environment in which Feng Jueyu had lived in his previous life.

Therefore, for now, Feng Jueyu couldn't determine who was stronger between the effeminate man and Mujian, and thus couldn't predict the outcome of the duel.

The effeminate man let out a bone-chilling, raspy laugh, "Mu Qianjun, I knew my opponent would be you when I came. You didn't disappoint me, coming all the way from Yuecheng to intercept me. It seems the Shangguan family's cargo is really important to the Mu family army."

Mujian looked at him coldly and replied in a deep, heavy voice, "Yan Wuming, stop talking nonsense. If you want to touch my army's cargo, you'll have to ask my silver spear first."

"Clang!"

As he spoke, Mujian unwrapped the coarse cloth from his weapon, revealing a gleaming silver spear.

Under the moonlight, the silver spear's tip shimmered with a captivating luster, and the sharpness of the spearhead seemed to emit layers of invincible sharpness, piercing the sky.

Feng Jueyu instantly recalled the name of this spear.

The Iron-Blooded Silver Spear!

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PS: I got completely drunk yesterday, and it took me a while to recover. The next day, I had a headache and was vomiting. I won't drink too much next time; it's too dangerous.