Professional Assassin C06

Chapter 6: Completing a Job in the Cultivation World (6)

Lin Yuetian was dressed in a wedding robe, wearing the face of the immortal Lu Shui, adorned with Lu Shui’s pearls at his waist. Using an escape technique, he flew straight to the entrance of the Qingfeng Sect and, imitating Lu Shui’s haughty tone that disregarded others, imperiously ordered, “Open the formation.”

He exuded an air of boldness and fearlessness.

“You’ve returned so soon?” asked the gatekeeper cultivator. “Why are you back in a wedding robe…?”

“I tried on the wedding robe and came back,” Lin Yuetian flawlessly mimicked Lu Shui’s tone. “Where is Immortal Shao Feng now? I’ve brought the wedding robe for him. And who are you to be so nosy? The union ceremony is imminent, yet you waste time on idle chatter instead of preparing. Do you intend to delay?”

Immortal Lu Shui had always been known for his imposing presence and strong background, quick to resort to violence at the slightest offense. The gatekeeper cultivator dared not ask further questions. He hastily covered his mouth and nervously pointed to the main hall where Immortal Shao Feng was located, whispering, “Please forgive me, Immortal. The culprit who killed Immortal An has yet to be found, and the Zhanfeng Sword is still missing. Immortal Shao Feng has been in a poor mood these days and often stays alone in the main hall. We have been treading carefully…”

Hearing that Shao Feng was alone, Lin Yuetian’s heart stirred, and he silently celebrated his luck. If it were his true character, he would have thanked the gatekeeper cultivator for the information. However, in his current guise as Lu Shui, Lin Yuetian could only apologize silently in his heart, maintaining a cold and indifferent facade as he flew directly to the main hall, leaving the poor gatekeeper far behind.

There was no one else outside the hall, so Lin Yuetian entered boldly. Worried that the Tribulation Stage Immortal Shao Feng might sense something amiss, he refrained from casting any soundproofing spells.

Sure enough, inside the hall, only Immortal Shao Feng was present.

This was Lin Yuetian’s first time seeing Shao Feng Immortal in person, and he was indeed extraordinarily handsome. However, his aura was as cold as frost and snow, with an indistinct sword intent between his brows—perhaps related to his twelve immortal sword artifacts. Sitting behind a low table in the center of the hall, his presence turned the space into what felt like an icy cave, exuding an unapproachable chill.

When Immortal Shao Feng saw Lin Yuetian, disguised as Lu Shui, enter, he addressed his supposed Dao companion and fiancé with a cold question: “What are you doing here?”

His tone towards his own fiancé was cold to the point of interrogation. No wonder the unfortunate Client No. 2 had, in his dying moments, turned his suspicions toward Shao Feng. It wasn’t that Lu Shui was overly imaginative—it was simply that Shao Feng’s behavior was highly suspicious.

Lin Yuetian lamented inwardly on behalf of the deceased Client No. 2, Immortal Lu Shui, while outwardly adopting a pitiful and coquettish tone: “Shao Feng, our union ceremony is imminent, yet you still treat me so coldly?”

Lu Shui had always been clingy and coquettish in front of Immortal Shao Feng. Lin Yuetian clearly recalled a certain sunny day in Lu Shui’s memories: the original body had just returned from outside Qingfeng Sect, having found another rare immortal technique for Shao Feng, and hurriedly went to see his beloved. At the sect’s rear mountain, where Shao Feng often meditated, the place was always quiet, making certain sounds all the more distinct and unbearable.

Lu Shui had been chattering about a few amusing incidents, his tone warm and intimate, while the original body clearly heard Shao Feng’s laughter.

At that time, the original body and Immortal Shao Feng were still together—though almost no one knew. And it was precisely this suffocating memory that allowed Lin Yuetian to imitate Lu Shui more convincingly.

Shao Feng ignored the question and lowered his head to read a jade slip in his hand.

Lin Yuetian moved closer and softly asked, “Senior Brother, are you unhappy?”

Shao Feng replied, “It has nothing to do with you. Go back.”

“Shall we go back together?”

Shao Feng’s long eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance. “Lu Shui, I still have important matters to attend to. Leave.”

This was a golden opportunity! Lin Yuetian, delighted, immediately mimicked Lu Shui’s erratic behavior before his death, loudly accusing: “Shao Feng! You are my Dao companion! I have loved you for hundreds of years! We are about to unite, and yet you treat me like this?! Could it be you truly care for that person? You love Lin Yuetian?! For the sake of a dead man, you would neglect me…? It’s him who harmed me, it’s him! Don’t you believe it?! Do you need me to remind you? You’ve already believed it once!”

Shao Feng slapped the jade slip onto the table, producing a crisp sound. “Lu Shui, what madness are you spouting now?”

Too bad Lin Yuetian hadn’t expected this to make Shao Feng confess his feelings. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

To be honest, Lin Yuetian didn’t enjoy such theatrics. He preferred to live leisurely without taxing his mind or body. However, he was highly professional. Since the system had appeared, Lin Yuetian had mentally prepared himself to treat his missions as serious business ventures. To succeed in business, enduring unpleasant working conditions and demanding clients was part of the deal. Such was the professionalism of a top-tier assassin.

“Fine… I’m sorry. It was my fault, Senior Brother,” Lin Yuetian softened his voice, appearing as if countless grievances weighed on him, yet he forced a smile. “Alright, Senior Brother, look—I’ve brought our wedding robe back. Doesn’t it look nice? It will suit the union ceremony perfectly. Please, Senior Brother, try it on and see if it fits?”

Shao Feng’s brows knitted tightly as he hesitated and struggled. Finally, when Lin Yuetian pretended to throw another tantrum, he reluctantly complied. Snatching the wedding robe from Lin Yuetian’s hands, he used a technique to put it on.

As expected, round two.

Watching Immortal Shao Feng freeze in place like a puppet, realizing after several attempts that he couldn’t break free, Lin Yuetian stood up. He cast two soundproofing spells at the hall entrance, followed by several formations to prevent interruptions.

Shao Feng, unable to move, maintained his usual haughty demeanor. “This spell is at the peak of the Tribulation Stage. Where did you acquire it?”

Lin Yuetian sighed inwardly. Truly, competition drives progress. Look at this world lacking assassin organizations—cultivators have such poor safety awareness. He hasn’t even figured it out yet.

He removed his disguise spell, revealing his original delicate features, and casually greeted him, “Hello, friend. Do you remember me?”

Shao Feng was shocked, his pupils trembling. “You’re still alive.”

“What else?” Lin Yuetian replied. “By the way, let me ask you something: Do you love me?”

Hearing this, Shao Feng’s heart trembled.

In truth, Shao Feng had not believed Lu Shui’s slander when he mortally wounded the original body. He had always known what a naive and hopelessly devoted person Lin Yuetian was. Even if someone tried to steal his lover, Lin Yuetian would never harm anyone. Lu Shui’s accusation was merely a pretext. Regardless, Shao Feng had already decided to eliminate him. The reason was simple: Lin Yuetian was too strong. Although he had no interest in fame or fortune and was entirely devoted to Shao Feng, the latter didn’t trust him to remain that way forever. As long as Lin Yuetian lived, he was a threat.

Shao Feng had felt guilt before. Sometimes, sitting alone in the hall, he would imagine his Senior Brother suddenly walking in, smiling faintly, bringing him another rare jade slip or spiritual herb as a gift, and sharing amusing stories from his journey. These thoughts would momentarily warm his heart, only for him to remember: Lin Yuetian was dead, killed by his Zhanfeng Sword, his body missing.

At such moments, he would feel a trace—a very faint trace—of guilt.

But Shao Feng never expected Lin Yuetian to still be alive, let alone go to such lengths to confront him, not with accusations or vengeance, but simply to ask, “Do you love me?”

Even with Shao Feng’s icy heart, he was momentarily stunned. However, his pride would not allow him to show weakness. Coldly, he replied, “I have never loved—”

Before the word “you” could leave his mouth, the Zhanfeng Sword pierced the air. Lin Yuetian grabbed the sword and stabbed him without hesitation, striking precisely in the abdomen.

Lin Yuetian sighed helplessly. “Friend, don’t make this difficult for me. We’re both just workers here. Let me ask you again: Do you love me?”