After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 268 Doing things
Inside the small town's tavern, the crowd was still whispering among themselves about the destruction of Luoshen Peak.

The young swordsman lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then pretended to leave the restaurant as if nothing had happened.

But just as he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly saw the Eighth Prince coming upstairs.

The young swordsman's heart skipped a beat.

Logically speaking, he should already be a seasoned assassin, capable of remaining calm and composed even in the face of dire situations.

But this time was different. He knew very well what kind of being he was facing.
What's worse, he was so ignorant and reckless that he even tried to assassinate the other party.

Even though the young swordsman understood that the other party might not know his identity at all, the encounter at such close range still caused him to feel an overwhelming sense of fear.

The young swordsman paused for a moment, but reason prevailed over fear, and he continued downstairs with his head down.

Just as he brushed past Li Musheng and the other two, the young swordsman kept his eyes straight ahead and didn't even glance at them.

They missed each other like that. The young swordsman, seeing that Li Musheng did not make any unusual movements and did not pay attention to him, breathed a sigh of relief.

"The news from Tianji Pavilion was so shocking that I was extremely nervous and became quite easily startled."

The young swordsman sighed inwardly for a moment, then prepared to continue down the stairs and leave.

But just then, a voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"Don't rush off, come over here."

The other person's voice was very calm, just like the tone of conversation between ordinary people.

However, to the young swordsman, it sounded like the whispers of a peerless demon.

The young swordsman was stunned for a moment, then stiffly turned his head, as if to confirm whether the person speaking was the one he was thinking of.

At the same time, Li Musheng and his two companions found an empty table that someone had left and sat down.

At this moment, the young swordsman turned to look at Li Musheng, while Li Musheng waved to the old storyteller below and said:
“You old man, come up here too.”

Upon hearing this, the young swordsman's body trembled violently.

That's it, that's the voice. It really was the Eighth Prince of Dali speaking to me just now.

The young swordsman at that moment only wanted to flee without hesitation!

But his remaining rationality kept telling him that daring to escape would only lead to his death!
Moreover, this would only make him appear guilty and backfire.

What if... what if this Eighth Prince doesn't know his identity at all? Why did he stop him for some other reason?

The young swordsman tried to think positively; otherwise, he couldn't guarantee he could resist running away.

After all, as an assassin, he possessed exceptional stealth and agility, and he was confident that he could disappear from the restaurant in an instant.

But... how could he escape the grasp of someone comparable to a martial god?

The young swordsman's face was grim and his expression changed rapidly.

Such a thing can probably only happen when he's daydreaming.

At this moment, after Li Musheng greeted him, the old storyteller glanced at the three of them, his gaze lingering noticeably longer on the groom Cao Gaoshan.

He could naturally sense the other party's profound martial arts cultivation, but judging from the other party's attire, he seemed to be just a stable boy.

Although he could sense that Li Musheng had no martial arts true energy and Shen Anran's strength was also very average, the fact that someone as skilled as Cao Gaoshan could be a groom meant that the other party's identity must be extremely extraordinary.

With a thought in mind, the old storyteller didn't seem to care. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, then lightly leaped up to the second floor and arrived at the table where Li Musheng and the other two were.

The old storyteller bowed slightly to Li Musheng and asked:

"May I ask why you summoned this old man here, young master?"

At this moment, Li Musheng pointed to the empty seat that was still left on the table.

Seeing this, the old storyteller thought that a seat had been reserved for him, said "thank you" and was about to go over and sit down.

However, at that moment, the big black cat suddenly leaped up and jumped onto the chair, sitting down one step ahead of him.

Then, the big black cat turned around and glared warily at the old storyteller with its pair of bright green eyes, seemingly displeased that the old man was taking its seat.

At that moment, the old storyteller suddenly realized that the seat was not for him, but for the big black cat.

The old storyteller paused, his aged face shifting between pale and flushed, clearly showing some embarrassment.

At this moment, Li Musheng looked around the restaurant.

Naturally, he heard all the discussions about himself and Luoshen Peak.

"No wonder people in the martial arts world care so much about their reputation. It does sound pretty good. The only pity is that no one talks about my looks."

Li Musheng thought to himself, a look of regret appearing on his face.

Then, his gaze shifted to the old storyteller standing before him, and after a moment's thought, he asked:
"I just heard that you're from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, the old storyteller gradually calmed his emotions and returned to his previous composed demeanor.

He gazed at Li Musheng and said calmly:
“What you say is true, young master. I am indeed from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.”

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion held a high position in the martial arts world, and the old man's words naturally carried a hint of arrogance.

At the same time, he felt quite resentful towards Li Musheng, this young man, for not knowing proper manners.

I was summoned at a moment's notice and gave them plenty of face, but they wouldn't even give me a seat. They're treated worse than a cat!

With this in mind, the old storyteller lost interest in staying any longer.

Having exposed his identity in this small town today, he will have to move to another place to continue playing the role of a storyteller, collecting and disseminating information about the martial arts world for the Tianji Pavilion.

"If there is nothing else, young master, I will take my leave now."

The old storyteller bowed slightly and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, the young swordsman standing in the stairwell finally made up his mind, stiffly moved his feet, and walked towards Li Musheng.

During this process, the young swordsman naturally witnessed all of the old storyteller's actions.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: This old man is really brave!
He actually dared to give the Eighth Prince of Dali, who had destroyed Luoshen Peak, a face-to-face confrontation with him.

Who gave this old man the courage? Was it ignorance and fearlessness? For a moment, the young swordsman looked at the old storyteller with a very strange gaze.

The old storyteller also noticed the young swordsman's gaze. He frowned, feeling that the other man's eyes were not quite right.

At this moment, seeing the old storyteller about to leave, Li Musheng raised an eyebrow and said:
"You old man, you're still so impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet."

As he spoke, he continued:

“One of my sworn sisters is close to an important figure in your Tianji Pavilion. Today, I happen to run into your organization, and I happen to have something I would like your Tianji Pavilion to help me with.”

The old storyteller's expression shifted, and he no longer paid attention to the young swordsman's gaze. Instead, he looked at Li Musheng with a puzzled expression and asked:

"May I ask which member of the pavilion your sworn sister knows? May I hear if I have heard of their name?"

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng frowned and said:
"How would I know? If I knew her name, why would I be looking for you?"

Upon hearing this, the old storyteller was clearly taken aback, not understanding for a moment what kind of twisted logic Li Musheng was spouting.
At this moment, the young swordsman saw that the old storyteller was constantly testing the limits of death, and he was afraid that if the old man really angered the eighth prince, he would be caught in the crossfire.

So he quickly took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Musheng, saying:
"May I ask what business you have with me, young master?"

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng turned his gaze to the young swordsman.

Then it occurred to him that getting older creates a generation gap, and this was causing communication difficulties with the old man from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Forget it, let's get down to business with the young man in front of me first. He shouldn't have a generation gap with me, right?

Thinking of this, Li Musheng glanced at the young swordsman and asked:

"I just heard that you're from the Hidden Killing Pavilion. Do you recognize this?"

As he spoke, Li Musheng took out a patina-covered token from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the table.

The young swordsman's heart skipped a beat when he heard Li Musheng's question.

He sighed inwardly; the thing he least wanted to see had finally happened.

When the young swordsman saw the "Hidden Kill Order," his face turned deathly pale.

If Li Musheng only knew his identity as an assassin from the Hidden Kill Pavilion, then he would still have a chance to cover it up.

But when the assassination order was issued, his last glimmer of hope was gone.

No one would believe it if the assassins of the Hidden Kill Pavilion didn't recognize the Hidden Kill Token.

Now that he knew it was a Hidden Kill Order, as an assassin from the Hidden Kill Pavilion, he would inevitably stand on the opposite side of the person who held the Hidden Kill Order.

Unless Li Musheng can withstand the three assassination attempts by the Hidden Killer Pavilion, he will undoubtedly be the Hidden Killer Pavilion's number one assassination target during this period.

The young swordsman was speechless for a moment, staring at the Hidden Kill Order on the table, standing stiffly, his legs beginning to feel weak involuntarily.

Meanwhile, there were also old storytellers like him.

Just now, the old storyteller was still inwardly blaming Li Musheng for being impolite and spouting illogical nonsense.

When Li Musheng produced the Hidden Killing Order, which could unleash a bloodbath in the martial arts world, he was struck dumb.

He froze on the spot, staring at the rusty bronze plaque on the table, his aged body swaying slightly involuntarily.

He naturally knew what the Hidden Killing Order meant in the martial arts world. But at this moment, his focus was not on the Hidden Killing Order itself, but on the person in front of him who possessed it.

The old storyteller had previously told the young swordsman that he had received information from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion that the Hidden Killing Token, which had leaked from the Hidden Killing Pavilion, was now in the hands of the Eighth Prince of Dali.

Who exactly is that Eighth Prince of Dali?
Who among those present could understand the other person better than him?
The next moment, the old storyteller stiffly turned his head, shifting his gaze from the Hidden Kill Order to Li Musheng sitting at the table.

Her eyes were fixed on the excessively young and handsome man before her, and her heart was in turmoil, a storm raging within her!
At this moment, the big black cat sitting to the side also seemed to be attracted by the rusty bronze plaque in front of it.

It rested its two paws on the table, its huge head peering at the bronze plaque in front of it, and even curiously reached out its paws to paw at it a couple of times.

Seeing that the old storyteller and the young swordsman were clearly taken aback by the Hidden Kill Token he had produced, Li Musheng shook his head, then looked at the young swordsman and said:

"I was wondering why your Hidden Assassins Pavilion hadn't made a move, but now it seems you were probably sent to assassinate me."

As he spoke, Li Musheng reached out and pushed the large black cat that was tugging at the Hidden Kill Order aside, saying:
"The reason I'm looking for you isn't to stop you from attacking me, but to ask you to go back and deliver a message to the Hidden Kill Pavilion."

“The three assassination attempts have dragged on for too long, and I don’t have much time to deal with you. Therefore, I suggest that you send out the most skilled assassins from the Hidden Assassins Pavilion together.”

After a moment's thought, Li Musheng added:
"I should be returning to Shangyang City within the next two weeks and won't be leaving for the time being. As for whether you can kill me, that depends on your abilities."

After saying that, Li Musheng waved his hand, indicating that the young swordsman could leave on his own.

The young swordsman listened intently to Li Musheng's words, stunned, and realized that the other party seemed to be ignoring him completely.

He immediately took a deep breath, and his heart, which had been taut with extreme fear, began to pound like a drum.

He gasped for breath a few times before realizing that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Li Musheng hadn't revealed any true energy or martial arts pressure, so he hadn't intimidated him in any substantial way.

But the invisible deterrent is the most frightening!
Anyone who knows what Li Musheng did at Luoshen Peak will never be able to face him without fear!

The young swordsman quickly realized what was happening and bowed respectfully to Li Musheng, saying:

"Thank you... Your Highness for sparing my life. I will certainly convey Your Highness's words without fail."

Having said that, the young swordsman glanced at Li Musheng, but dared not linger any longer. He took three steps back and then quickly turned around.

Instantly, his figure transformed into a blur and floated downstairs, disappearing in the blink of an eye, as if afraid that Li Musheng would change his mind.

After the young swordsman left, Li Musheng made no move whatsoever, showing no concern whatsoever for a small-time assassin like the Hidden Kill Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Shen Anran and Cao Gaoshan observed everything, but remained calm and did not show any signs of disturbance despite the presence of people from the Tianji Pavilion and Yinsha Pavilion.

Only the big black cat seemed interested in the Hidden Kill Order. Even after Li Musheng pushed it away, it still rushed up and kept looking at the Hidden Kill Order.

"If you like this so much, I'll give it to you."

Li Musheng glanced at the big black cat, and upon hearing this, the cat's ears immediately perked up.

Then it started waving its paws repeatedly, shaking its head incessantly.

It heard everything just now: Li Musheng sent the most powerful assassin from the Hidden Kill Pavilion to the capital to assassinate him.

If they get the assassination order, how can a cat like it withstand so many assassins? Wouldn't that mean its death?
(End of this chapter)