Professional Assassin C07

Chapter 7: Completing a Job in the Cultivation World (End)

The long-silent and unresponsive system finally spoke, its voice filled with terror: “No, don’t do this!!! The task requires you to make him fall in love with you and then regret it! What you’re doing is wrong!”

Lin Yuetian explained patiently, “That’s not true. The task only requires him to say he loves me, doesn’t it?”

The system became even more anxious. “But the task requires him to say it sincerely, with a sense of regret!”

Lin Yuetian confidently replied, “Don’t worry about my work. I’ll make sure he says it sincerely and regrets it as well.”

The system exclaimed, “Don’t mess this up!”

At this moment, Shao Feng, the immortal, was in complete disbelief.

For so many years, no matter how he treated the original body, the original never once got angry or even touched a hair on his head. The original always loved him unreservedly, giving everything for him. Shao Feng could pretend to feel nothing, but he couldn’t deny the original’s tolerance and nearly selfless love. But just now, that sword strike was so decisive and real. The pain from the wound in his abdomen kept reminding him of the harsh reality.

Shao Feng felt his worldview collapse. What was wrong with the world?

“You…” Shao Feng murmured.

Lin Yuetian gripped his sword tightly, as if preparing to perform a 360-degree turn with the blade inside Shao Feng, and repeated his question, “Do you love me? Say it three times so I can hear.”

For some reason, Shao Feng’s intuition as a Tribulation Stage cultivator told him that if he didn’t comply, Lin Yuetian would truly kill him.

In a daze, Shao Feng felt like he was dreaming. He somehow could only follow Lin Yuetian’s questions and stiffly said, “…I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Lin Yuetian glanced at the task panel.

The system’s tone was gloomy. “Don’t bother looking. It’s not complete.”

Lin Yuetian sighed. It was truly a tough job. “I can’t feel your sincerity. Say it again.”

Shao Feng finally came back to his senses, his anger surging. He deeply hated how he had just followed Lin Yuetian’s lead. He coldly threatened, “Do you know what will happen to you if you’re discovered?”

Lin Yuetian replied, “I only know that you’re hailed as the best in the world, yet you can’t beat me.”

Shao Feng was at a loss for words.

Seeing how stubborn he was, Lin Yuetian subconsciously jiggled the sword in his hand. The tip of the blade quivered inside Shao Feng’s abdomen, eliciting a muffled cry of pain.

Lin Yuetian was a killer, not a sadist or a pervert. He had no interest in tormenting others, but Shao Feng’s lack of cooperation was seriously affecting his work efficiency. At this point, Lin Yuetian decided it was time to make Shao Feng understand his predicament.

“Making money is hard,” Lin Yuetian sighed, his voice filled with the hardships of a working man. Then, he regained his professional composure as a top assassin. Swiftly, he pulled out the sword and flicked away the blood on the blade.

He stood before Shao Feng with the Sword in hand.

—

Two incense sticks’ worth of time later.

Lin Yuetian wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the blood pooling on the ground. He thought to himself that Shao Feng, as expected of an extraordinary individual, had a spine as hard as steel. Even after exhausting the body of a Tribulation Stage perfectionist like him, Shao Feng still refused to cooperate. It wasn’t until Lin Yuetian had a sudden flash of inspiration and threatened to cut off a certain vital organ that Shao Feng finally broke down and agreed to cooperate.

What a struggle!

The system no longer wanted to speak and instead chanted Buddhist scriptures incessantly in Lin Yuetian’s mind, reciting everything from the Diamond Sutra to the Avatamsaka Sutra.

Looking at the now miserable and completely disgraced Shao Feng, Lin Yuetian nodded approvingly and gently said, “There, cooperation is good. If you had done this earlier, it wouldn’t have been so difficult. Now, tell me, do you love me?”

Shao Feng’s voice was barely audible: “I…love you…I love you…I…love…you…”

Lin Yuetian checked the task panel again, visibly disappointed. He looked at Shao Feng and said, “I still don’t feel your sincerity. Can you be a little more genuine?”

Shao Feng, with blood in his mouth, weakly replied, “Just…kill me…”

The system sighed. “You see, he’s now intent on dying. I told you this approach wouldn’t work. He’s now filled with fear and hatred. How could he possibly say it sincerely? It’s better to give up. I even have training materials from my predecessors here that can help you accurately understand men’s psychology.”

Lin Yuetian ignored the system’s words. He was a man of great determination and persistence. Once he set his mind on something, he had to see it through to the end. Besides, he was a man himself—how could he not understand men?

In his cyberpunk homeworld, Lin Yuetian had cross-dressed, pretended to be a lover, acted as a janitor, infiltrated homes, forged flirtatious chats, and combed through all kinds of bizarre target data. He had experienced the full spectrum of human nature. His understanding of psychology was deep and profound—he could be called a grandmaster of the field.

No one understood men better than him!

If force didn’t work, he would try persuasion. Lin Yuetian was confident that with his skills, a few heartfelt words from a top assassin like him could turn even the most stubborn scum into someone who would surrender and sincerely regret their actions.

Ignoring the bloody mess around him, Lin Yuetian knelt beside Shao Feng and applied some spiritual medicine to stop the bleeding. He gently wiped the blood from Shao Feng’s pale face and brushed away a stray strand of hair, his movements tender.

“Shao Feng, don’t despair,” Lin Yuetian encouraged softly. “Believe in yourself and your potential. You can do it. You’ve reached the Tribulation Stage, which shows you have great determination. You can’t give up now. Don’t lose hope. The sun always shines after the storm. I’m not here to kill you or seek revenge. Don’t be nervous or develop negative feelings. Stay calm.”

Shao Feng, still weak, asked, “What…do you want me to do…?”

Lin Yuetian held one of his hands and pressed it to Shao Feng’s chest.

His voice was steady and gentle, like a spring breeze: “Immortal Shao Feng, my junior brother… Listen to your heartbeat. We met when we were just nobodies. Over the years, I’ve treated you with nothing but selflessness and sincerity. People say you’re cold and heartless, but I know you’re not. I believe no one is completely unfeeling. Somewhere in your heart, you must have some affection for me. You need to discover the strength within your heart.”

Shao Feng seemed stunned, staring at their joined hands and listening to his own weak heartbeat.

That heartbeat seemed to grow louder, filling his entire world.

Lin Yuetian’s tone grew even softer. “Think of our past. We’ve had good times together. Remember how genuine my feelings for you were—doesn’t that warm your heart, even a little? Now look at our present. I know you think I’m crazy, but I’m not here to kill you or take revenge. I just want to hear you sincerely say three words: ‘I love you.’ You need to transcend your pain and listen to the stirrings in your heart. Beyond anger, despair, and hatred, don’t you feel even a hint of disbelief or sorrow? Don’t you regret anything?”

The system somberly remarked, “The physical pain you caused is part of the problem, my friend.”

Lin Yuetian ignored the system. He clasped both of Shao Feng’s hands, brought them to his lips for a kiss, and looked at him with deep affection. “Follow your heart. Tell me, do you love me, junior brother?”

In Shao Feng’s eyes, there was only Lin Yuetian. It was as if the world had vanished, leaving only the two of them. Wearing matching wedding robes, they were so close. The kiss on his hand still lingered, as if they truly were a loving couple. His mind drifted back to long ago, to the days of his immensely talented yet gentle and timid senior brother, who had shown him so much kindness.

Was there a moment, once, when he truly forgot his ambitions and longed for a life of red candles and a vow of eternal togetherness?

When had everything changed?

“I…love you,” Shao Feng whispered weakly. “I love you, senior brother.”

Lin Yuetian’s gentle smile remained. “One more time, junior brother.”

“I love you,” Shao Feng said.

The system’s voice was devoid of joy, filled instead with despair: “Congratulations. Mission complete. You’ve earned 1,000 points. You may now choose to exit this timeline.”

Lin Yuetian immediately let go, stood up, and gripped the Sword.

Shao Feng, still dazed, reached out a hand and murmured, “Senior brother…”

Lin Yuetian spoke with righteous determination: “You say you love me, but how could you betray my second client, Lu Shui? Today, I will act on behalf of the heavens and send you, this faithless man, to the underworld to reunite with my second client!”

With that, he unleashed his sword.

A flash of cold light.

The world fell silent.

The system chanted, “Amitabha, Amitabha…”