Professional Assassin C05

Chapter 5: Completing a Job in the Cultivation World (5)

During the entire process, the only thing that truly caught Lin Yuetian off guard was one thing: he hadn’t expected that Lushui Immortal would be able to turn his head to look at him in such an awkward, forced position… and the murderous weapon he held in his hand.

Ah, this… Lin Yuetian was a bit surprised. He had chosen a position that was not easy to be seen from… Of course, even if he was seen, it wouldn’t matter much. It’s just that, do these cultivators have such good flexibility?

For a moment, Lin Yuetian had the thought of “should I try bending my waist too,” but he quickly suppressed it. Bending over was too silly. He might as well try a seated forward bend.

While Lin Yuetian’s mind was racing, Lushui Immortal stared at the Windslasher Sword that had stabbed into his lower back. A look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he blurted out, “Lin Yuetian, it’s… it’s you! You’re not dead?!”

Without hesitation, Lin Yuetian replied, “Lin Yuetian… Heh, that fool has been dead for a long time. Even if he hadn’t died, how could he have the guts to kill you? He probably went straight to find his dear junior brother again…”

His tone had completely changed, now filled with malicious mockery and a coldness that seemed to come naturally, sending a chill down one’s spine. Lushui, in pain and struggling, suddenly realized that the wedding dress had a restraining curse on it. His expression was one of extreme shock. “You killed Shan An, took Lin Yuetian’s corpse with the Windslasher Sword…?”

“Take another guess.” Lin Yuetian smiled. “Not many people know about the relationship between Lin Yuetian and Shaofeng Immortal, right? Lushui Immortal, I’m a very reasonable person. Before you die, I can give you this chance to guess: Who is connected to this Windslasher Sword? Who would dare to disregard your identity as the son of Qingfeng Gate’s elder… Who wants you dead?”

Lin Yuetian said, “Go ahead, take a good guess, Lushui Immortal.”

Lushui, losing blood rapidly, felt his brain growing more and more confused. The words of the killer behind him kept piercing into his mind, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts: Who… who? Who is it?!

In the blink of an eye, a thought flashed like lightning through his mind, clearing away the fog before his eyes. Lushui’s lips trembled, and he struggled to speak, as if even his words had become jumbled, “Is it… Shaofeng? Is it… Shaofeng…?”

Lin Yuetian:…

He swore he had only intended to casually guide Lushui a bit, to see if he could figure out who the scapegoat would be for this mess. This was all to protect the client—a very professional and healthy approach. He hadn’t expected Lushui Immortal, who looked so deeply affectionate, to immediately suspect his own partner. When it happened, it was a total surprise.

“That’s right,” Lin Yuetian said, maintaining a calm expression, a hoarse laugh escaping his lips. “This Windslasher Sword is the one Shaofeng Immortal asked me to retrieve from Lin Yuetian’s corpse. As for Shan An… well, that was his own fault. If he had known better, it would’ve been fine. But not only did he get involved with me, he also recognized me from Shaofeng Immortal’s side. He got what was coming to him.”

Lin Yuetian continued, now speaking smoothly, even using Lushui’s confusion to continue spinning his lie. “Since Lushui Immortal is so smart, why not help me clear up a mystery? Shaofeng Immortal must be deeply in love with you, right? Why would he want to kill you?”

Lushui murmured, “Why… why…” He suddenly started shaking, as if convulsing on the sword’s point, and even began to laugh maniacally. Lin Yuetian feared that he might slip off the sword in his hysteria, so he quickly gripped it tightly. Lushui laughed wildly, his eyes only focused on the Windslasher Sword. “Hahahahahaha… Shaofeng, senior brother… I knew you liked him. Yes, I framed him, but you killed him with your own hands… Shaofeng Immortal, you don’t blame yourself, but you hate me… senior brother, senior brother… you, you’re so ruthless…”

Lin Yuetian waited for him to stop laughing, and as the performance was nearing its end, a sudden thought struck him: “Lushui Immortal, you’re also a pitifully obsessed person… Shaofeng Immortal might indeed be a bit cold-hearted, but both you and Lin Yuetian were so deeply in love with him. And what about him? It doesn’t seem like he cares about anyone. He’s truly not a good person. Even I feel sympathy for you…”

He paused deliberately, adopting a tone that suggested hesitation, and cleverly asked, “You don’t want to die, but I can’t explain it to Shaofeng Immortal… How about this, you’re going to die here anyway, so why not pay me to kill him for you? I’ll make sure to send that heartless man to the ground, and you two can become a pair of ghostly lovers. How about it?”

Lin Yuetian thought to himself that his brain was really too quick, no wonder he was financially independent!

Lushui had already turned pale, blood pouring from his lower back, and the curse on the wedding dress kept him in place. His body was failing, and his lips trembled as he spoke, “You… you… with your abilities… Shaofeng is the number one in the world, how could you kill him…?”

Lin Yuetian smiled, his grip steady on the sword: “Money can make the devil work. If I wanted, I could hire twenty or so cultivators at the Body Integration or Tribulation stages to surround him. As long as you pay enough, there’s always a way.”

Lushui Immortal fell silent. The blood loss had begun to make him dizzy, and the suppressed magical power left him as weak as a mortal. Meanwhile, his feelings for his partner and fiancé, suddenly turning from love to hatred, further clouded his judgment. Of course, he had never been a very rational person. In the end, the various elements led him to speak with a trembling voice: “Fine… the pearl at my waist is a token from Wanbao Pavilion, take it to them… all my life’s savings are there… you must kill that heartless man. I’ve loved him for hundreds of years, hah… even if I die, I want him to be buried with me…”

“Alright, I understand,” Lin Yuetian’s voice softened, and he gazed at his second client with tenderness. “You can rest assured, I’ll take care of it.”

Lushui felt his consciousness grow more and more blurry. His body turned cold as his forehead rested against the cold surface of the water mirror. He gazed at his blurry reflection in the mirror, his crimson wedding dress seeming to mock his years of love for Shaofeng Immortal. Lushui realized that the painful expression on his face was eerily familiar, and he recalled seeing it when he framed Lin Yuetian—when the Windslasher Sword stabbed into Lin Yuetian’s abdomen. Lin Yuetian had looked just as pained.

What had he thought back then? Perhaps… he had been pleased with himself?

Why had he ended up like this?

It seemed that at the start… he had just wanted to catch up to senior brother Shaofeng… he had only wanted to stand beside him, to be seen by him, so he tried to become better. That was it. But when did it all change? When did Lin Yuetian, standing next to Shaofeng, become so unbearable? When did he no longer tolerate Shaofeng’s attention on Lin Yuetian…? Why had he become like this?

He had no strength left, and couldn’t turn to look at the killer behind him. His voice was on the verge of breaking: “…Can you… not kill me…?”

Lin Yuetian sighed in regret: “Such a pity, dear client—I’m a man of my word.”

Lin Yuetian slowly stood up, straightening his body, and his wrist lifted, causing the Windslasher Sword to move upward. It entered through the lower back and exited through the chest. Lushui struggled a few more times, then ceased moving.

According to his agreement with Chen Wenxing, Lin Yuetian placed Lushui’s head into a mustard seed bag. He then cast a cleaning spell on the wedding dress, removing the curse and undoing the restrictions. Lin Yuetian put on another wedding dress, cast a spell to transform himself into a perfect imitation of Lushui Immortal. He then retrieved the Windslasher Sword.

Lin Yuetian chose not to kill Lushui in the street, as he didn’t want Lushui’s death to be discovered too quickly, and he needed a way to avoid the tricky Qingfeng Gate’s large protective array. He needed to kill the world’s trashy target: Shaofeng Immortal.

He still had to complete his system task.

By the way, why hadn’t the system been talking to him? Didn’t it say the system was very chatty?