Xuanxia

Chapter 357 Drizzle Pavilion

Late at night in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and Wu Yan's red dress stood out.

After just a few hours, most of his injuries had healed.

This is the secret of Xiyu Pavilion, the Lingshu Qiyuan Method.

This technique has only one effect.

Healing.

The assassins of Xiyu Pavilion have always only known how to open the acupoints and improve their skills step by step. The Lingshu Qiyuan Dafa they practice does not provide any help to their combat effectiveness, it only allows them to recover faster after being seriously injured.

They need to undergo some self-mutilation methods that seem extremely terrifying and dangerous to outsiders, and practice this technique bit by bit.

But no matter how powerful this technique is, it cannot allow these killers to reach a higher level of cultivation... Therefore, although its name is somewhat mysterious, in the eyes of outsiders, it must be an extremely evil technique.

And Wu Yan... is the person who practices this technique best in Xiyu Pavilion.

Because he is not afraid of pain.

No...it's not that I'm not afraid, but that I don't know.

Since many, many years ago, there was no more "pain" in his heart, only "hunger".

A person who doesn't feel pain will always have an advantage over others when going through those terrifying and dangerous training processes.

Of course, as for those sword skills, body skills, and stealth skills... these are not provided by the exercises, but are practiced bit by bit through day-to-day inhuman training.

In the dark night, Wu Yan quietly came to a small temple outside the town.

This looks like a Buddhist temple, but also like a Taoist temple. Inside, there are crooked statues of Buddha, the Dragon King, and some unknown minor gods... Many small temples in various places are like this. There is no distinction between Buddhism and Taoism. It just depends on what the local people believe in.

As for the people, they will believe in whoever can carry their wishes.

Late at night, the small temple was quiet, with only one room still having a light on.

Wu Yan did not disturb them, but went straight to the side hall - this side hall was called "Yudin Hall", which housed a female statue with a name written in front of the throne.

Empress Youxuan.

This statue of the goddess is very ordinary. Like countless statues of gods, she is dignified and majestic, with divinity in her facial features. She sits cross-legged on the throne, with one hand holding a flower in front of her chest and the other hand resting lightly on her knees.

Perhaps this goddess is not famous, so there is almost no incense in the incense burner in front of the temple.

But Wu Yan very seriously took out three incense sticks from under the altar, lit them, and bowed three times to the statue of Niangxuan Youxuan.

After inserting the incense stick into the incense burner, he walked quietly and silently to the back of the statue and reached his hand in skillfully.

After a moment, he found a mechanism and pressed it lightly.

A low humming sound was heard, and the stone slab under the altar slowly moved away, revealing a long staircase.

Wu Yan's expression was calm as he walked in indifferently.

The staircase was not particularly long and soon reached the end - at the end was a completely enclosed stone chamber with only one square table on which was placed a small bottle.

Wu Yan picked up the small bottle, poured out a small pill from it, and swallowed it without hesitation.

Obviously, this small temple is a stronghold of Xiyu Pavilion.

Secretive, mysterious, and unknown to outsiders.

But how can a killer organization unknown to outsiders accept orders?

The answer is simple... Xiyu Pavilion will go find guests on its own.

Wu Yan didn't need to do these jobs, but he knew a little about them.

There are three kinds of people in this world who need killers very much. The first kind of people are not strong enough, but they have overwhelming hatred, surging jealousy, or unspeakable love. They don't have enough ability to express these emotions, so they need killers.

The second type of people are unwilling or unable to reveal their identities. They are dignitaries in front of others and also boatmen sailing on the sea of ​​blood. Most people in the world are working for them, and killers are no exception.

The third type of people pursue the ultimate and perfection, but their ultimate and perfection may not be accepted by the world, justice or law, so they have to resort to some means in the dark to achieve their goals.

Xiyu Pavilion will find them, send a message, lure them to where they should go... and then, they will become guests.

Of course, Xiyu Pavilion is very special, they don’t charge money, only secrets. If you want to hire a killer from Xiyu Pavilion to do something for you, you must give them secrets of corresponding value. Otherwise, no matter how much money you give, they won’t do anything for you.

Of course, there is another way to find and hire the killers from Xiyu Pavilion - that is through the Nebula Chamber of Commerce.

However, Wu Yan was not interested in all this.

He was just thinking about how long it would take for the next meal and what to eat next.
After the pill entered his stomach, the drug was quickly digested in his stomach. He felt an extremely strong dizziness, but he did not resist. He let the tide-like dizziness overwhelm him and he fainted on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly woke up.

The scene around him had changed. He was in a narrow, dark room with a bloodstained straw mat lying beneath him.

There is no sunlight here, only a small oil lamp on the wall.

He knew that he had returned to Xiyu Pavilion.

Even the assassins in the pavilion did not know where Xiyu Pavilion was... Every time they completed a mission, they needed to go to the nearest stronghold within twelve hours, take a pill, and fall into a coma. After waking up, they could return to the pavilion.

After Wu Yan woke up, he slowly sat cross-legged, as if waiting for something.

About half an hour later, the door of the room opened and a man in a black robe and a black hat walked in. A black curtain hung from the edge of the black hat, covering his face.

"Name." The man spoke in a low voice.

Wu Yan didn't even raise his eyelids and replied calmly, "Wu Yan."

"Mission details." The visitor said again.

Wu Yan replied, "On September 19, the 19th year of Qianhao, the cabinet sent a mission to lead 20 people to Mojian Mountain Villa in Beichuanling to slaughter all the Liu family members in the villa, as well as their retainers and thugs, and the employer was Huang Cheng."

"On the 21st of September in the 19th year of Qianhao, I arrived at Mojian Villa to carry out the mission. It took me two hours and three quarters of an hour, and I lost three people to complete the mission."

The man in the black hat nodded slightly, suddenly pulled out a knife from his sleeve and threw it in front of Wu Yan.

Wu Yan calmly picked up his hand, exposing his forearm, and cut it deeply.

Blood flowed down his wrist and dripped onto the straw mat.

The next second, he started to practice the Lingshu Qiyuan Method.

As the spirit energy circulated, the blood stopped flowing and the wound on his wrist began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Very good, identity verification, welcome back."

The man in the black hat said the welcome words, but there was no joy in his tone, and it was even a little sinister: "This time, you came back two hours later than the others."

Wu Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Finishing."

Under the black curtain, no one could tell the expression of the man in the black hat, only the flickering candlelight.

"Your Majesty wishes to see you."

After a long silence, he said, "There is a new mission."

Wu Yan's eyes, calm as water, moved slightly, and a flash of joy flashed across them.

Having a new mission means that after killing someone, I can have another meal...

Thinking of this, he felt a little hungry again.

(End of this chapter)