Professional Assassin C01

Chapter 1: Completing a Job in the Cultivation World (1)

Lin Yuetian considered himself an exceptionally outstanding person.

Even in his technologically advanced cyberpunk world, which was already full of handsome men and beautiful women, Lin Yuetian’s looks were undeniably stunning. His personality was gentle and reasonable, grounded and diligent, kind to others, and highly professional. Clients often praised his exceptional skills and dedication. Anyone who met him would call him a rising star—though they might praise him more if his profession weren’t that of an assassin.

Lin Yuetian was an assassin, and not just any assassin, but a top-tier one.

However, Lin Yuetian did not see himself as a cold-blooded psychopath. In fact, he thought of himself as an ordinary person, apart from being better than others in many respects. He had no peculiar or abnormal hobbies, nor any grand ambitions to destroy the world. Lin Yuetian simply wanted to earn money, achieve financial freedom, and enjoy life. To make money more comfortably, he decided to leverage his skills. After all, it wouldn’t be fair to call him a psychopath just because his skill happened to be assassination, would it?

Lin Yuetian’s success as a top-tier assassin was largely due to his calm demeanor and composure in any situation. No matter the crisis, he remained unshaken. That was his style. So, when Lin Yuetian woke up one day dressed in ancient clothing, lying in a straw hut with a long sword stabbed into his abdomen, he maintained his calm.

He wasn’t alone in the hut. Another man in ancient attire was standing nearby, chattering incessantly, giving Lin Yuetian a slight headache. The man rambled on, as if wound up like a clock:

“…Immortal Shaofeng has already been more than lenient with you, Lin Yuetian. It was you who didn’t know better. In the past, when Immortal Shaofeng had no interest in you, your constant pestering was already annoying enough. But now that he has someone he loves, you’ve gone as far as sabotaging and scheming against him. If it weren’t for Immortal Shaofeng showing mercy and your own quick escape, how could you still be alive? I’ve already told Shaofeng that you’re dead. Since you’ve barely managed to survive, leave the mountain and become a rogue cultivator. If you dare come back and stir up trouble, don’t blame the Qingfeng Sect for showing no mercy…”

Lin Yuetian listened but paid no mind to the man’s words. His full attention was on the sword piercing his abdomen. The blood had dyed his white robes red, and the pain was considerable. “Excuse me,” Lin Yuetian interrupted.

The man paused, annoyed. “What else do you have to say?”

“How long is this sword?” Lin Yuetian asked.

The man’s interest was piqued, and he began to elaborate enthusiastically: “This sword is called Zhanfeng. It is one of the twelve immortal-grade swords belonging to Immortal Shaofeng. The sword is three feet and six inches long, aligning with the 360 cycles of heaven, and its blade is one inch and eight-tenths wide, representing half the stars of the Tiangang. Even after stabbing you, Immortal Shaofeng didn’t pull it out, showing considerable restraint. If you have any conscience, you should return the sword to me…”

Lin Yuetian estimated the length of the exposed blade and noted how deeply it was embedded. Judging by the blood loss, it had been some time since he was stabbed. And yet, he was still alive.

“Amazing,” Lin Yuetian thought to himself. “Did I just transmigrate?”

He propped himself up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and yanked it out in one swift motion. Blood spurted out immediately, making him feel even colder, but what intrigued him more was the unfamiliar surge of power within his body. This body was undeniably strong.

“You’ve finally come to your senses?” the man said, relieved. “Quickly hand over the sword and then go down the mountain to live in obscurity.”

Lin Yuetian flipped the Zhanfeng sword lightly in his hand. “Does this world have assassin organizations?”

“Assassins…?” The man frowned. “We cultivators aim solely for eternal life. How could there be such vulgar practices as taking lives for money and wasting one’s lifespan?”

So there weren’t any. Lin Yuetian was a bit disappointed. He preferred the efficiency of working within an organization. If there were no assassin guilds here, he’d have to work freelance. Lin Yuetian experimented with the power in his body until he figured out how to use it, then casually asked, “What’s your level of combat strength in this world?”

The man froze for a moment, then angrily replied, “Lin Yuetian! Don’t go too far! While my cultivation may not match yours, I am still the junior brother of the world’s number one cultivator, Immortal Shaofeng, and a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of my stage! Even in the entire cultivation world, I’m considered first-class. You may have reached the Tribulation Stage, but in terms of appearance, background, and reputation, how can you compare to Immortal Shaofeng and his beloved? Let me tell you, their dual cultivation ceremony is about to take place—”

The man didn’t finish his sentence.

Because the moment Lin Yuetian confirmed that the man was a “first-class expert,” he had secretly gathered his power and infused it into the Zhanfeng sword. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a flash of cold light. Without hesitation, Lin Yuetian slashed at the man’s neck. The sword sang sharply as it cut through the air, and the man, caught off guard, looked utterly incredulous as his head separated from his body and fell to the ground.

Lin Yuetian stood there holding the sword. “…”

Lin Yuetian muttered, “Wait… wasn’t he supposed to be a first-class expert?”

The man, now divided into two parts, could no longer respond. Lin Yuetian clutched his still-bleeding stomach wound and looked at the sword in his hand, silently marveling, “I’m kind of amazing.”

He was a bit frustrated, unsure whether the man had exaggerated his own strength or if Lin Yuetian’s new body was ridiculously overpowered. He had only intended to test his strength to gauge what level of assignments he could take on, but now his plan to gather information about potential wealthy clients with grudges had been disrupted.

What’s done was done, though. There was no point in dwelling on it.

After reflecting briefly on his rashness, Lin Yuetian set the sword down and began searching the man’s body.

After some effort, he found an exquisite cloth pouch, about the size of his palm. When opening it yielded no results, Lin Yuetian had a sudden idea and channeled his internal power into the pouch. It finally opened.

The seemingly ordinary pouch contained a space about the size of a bedroom. Inside were several jade scrolls, a collection of small pill bottles, and numerous glittering stones.

Lacking any memories of this body, Lin Yuetian couldn’t recognize any of the items, so he simply kept the pouch. He tried to recall what he knew about immortal cultivators. Surely they could fly, right? As the thought crossed his mind, a technique appeared in his memory. Testing a few other concepts, he found corresponding spells for each one.

“Though I have no memories, at least I still have the skills,” Lin Yuetian thought. He used a healing spell to stop the bleeding in his stomach wound, then activated a flying technique, holding the sword as he turned into a streak of light and shot out of the hut.

Outside, verdant mountains stretched endlessly, surrounded by misty immortal energy, perfectly matching the ideal image of a celestial paradise. Lin Yuetian had no interest in the scenery, though. He flew up and down the mountain paths, his eyes scanning for other living beings. Unfortunately, most of the people he saw were in groups, making it inconvenient to approach. He continued searching.

After scanning so many trees at high speed that he nearly gave himself visual static, Lin Yuetian’s eyes finally focused on a lone figure in a dense forest. The person was punching and kicking innocent trees.

Lin Yuetian’s heart leapt with joy. “The heavens haven’t forsaken me!”

He quickly descended into the forest, landing in front of the man. The young man, a handsome figure with a jade pendant at his waist and a sword at his side, was startled by Lin Yuetian’s sudden appearance. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Lin Yuetian’s sword flashed twice as fast as lightning, leaving two gaping wounds on the young man’s body.

The young man, shocked and pale from the blood loss, stammered, “W-who are you?!”

Seeing the young man’s pale face and realizing he couldn’t escape, Lin Yuetian reassured him, “Don’t be afraid. I’m not a bad person. I just want to ask you a few questions. Don’t scream, or I’ll make sure you can’t in your next life either.”

The young man’s voice seemed to choke in his throat, his face turning almost blue from holding back. Lin Yuetian pulled out the pouch he had taken earlier, opening it in front of the young man.

“Can you tell me which of these items is currency and which can heal wounds?” Lin Yuetian asked politely.