All-People Game: As a Sword Cultivator, All I Can Do is Fly with a Sword

The three figures clung to the cliff edge, moving silently with each step. Before the startled birds could even cry out, they had already swept past their nests.

They are remnants of the Divine Will Sect.

Or to be more precise, they were the elite of the Divine Will Sect's Assassination Hall.

Ever since Duan Ming went mad and stole the treasures of the Golden Bell Kingdom, the Divine Will Sect's stronghold in the Golden Dragon Kingdom has been completely eradicated.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Although these few monkeys haven't been caught yet, they've become rats in the street.

To survive, one must flee the country.

However, the border is now completely sealed off by the Military Supervision Bureau. To get out, one must have enough leverage, or obtain support from other countries in exchange for such support.

"Boss, is the information accurate?"

The skinny man at the back asked in a low voice, his voice torn apart by the howling mountain wind, only those in front could hear him.

"There's that old codger Xuan Chengzi in Qingsong Temple. Even martial arts grandmaster Zhang Jingfan perished there. Wouldn't we be throwing our lives away if we went?"

The man in the lead was named Ying Jiu, the deputy head of the Assassination Hall of the Divine Intent Sect, and a master at the peak of the Transformation Realm.

He stopped, gripped the crevice in the rock with one hand, and turned to look coldly at his two remaining henchmen.

"That idiot Zhang Jingfan barged in through the main gate with such fanfare, wanting to fight Xuan Chengzi head-on. If he doesn't die, who will?"

A sneer flashed in Ying Jiu's eyes: "We are assassins, not gladiators. Our goal is not to kill, but to kidnap. No matter how powerful Xuan Chengzi is, he can't keep an eye on the back mountain every second."

"But who are we going to tie up?" The man in the middle hesitated. "This dilapidated Taoist temple is full of Taoist priests and tourists."

Ying Jiu lowered his voice: "Do you think I've been sitting at the foot of the mountain for nothing these past few days? I personally saw the two deputy commanders of the Northern Division of the Martial Supervision Bureau, Zhou Tianming and Zhao Qingfeng, enter this Qingsong Temple."

"Those two are Li Chiye's closest confidants. No one can move them except on Li Chiye's orders."

"Li Chiye's son is rumored to be frail and sickly, and he never shows himself in public. Who else could it be but his precious son who would make him send two of his most trusted confidants at the peak of the Transformation Realm to personally pick him up?"

The other two's eyes lit up immediately.

Li Chiye is a giant in the martial arts world of the Golden Dragon Kingdom, and also a bigwig in the government.

If we could capture his only son...

Let alone escaping the country, even if Li Chiye personally escorted them abroad, that old guy would probably have to accept it reluctantly.

"Boss is brilliant!" the skinny man flattered. "As long as we catch that rich brat, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives!"

After a cold snort, Ying Jiu said, "Don't be too happy yet. I heard that Xuan Chengzi is already a Grandmaster. When we enter the temple later, everyone, use your Turtle Breathing Technique to its fullest extent. If anyone dares to leak their breath, I'll throw them off the cliff first!"

"yes!"

The three said no more, and like three ghosts, they climbed over the last rock wall and silently landed in the woods behind Qingsong Temple.

It was already late at night, and most of the lights in the Taoist temple had been extinguished.

Even when disciples on night patrol occasionally passed by, they were completely unaware of these three top assassins.

"Let's go to that secluded little courtyard."

Based on his years of experience, Ying Jiu immediately identified the detached courtyard where Li Jin lived.

The location was remote and the environment was quiet, making it the perfect place for a rich young master to live, and also the perfect place to take action.

……

……

In the courtyard, Li Jin slowly finished her practice.

After practicing a complete set of Hidden Dragon Kung Fu, he felt full of power, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

He skillfully opened the properties panel.

"Not bad, not bad. Although it's a bit slow, it's stable."

He has fallen in love with the feeling of seeing himself get stronger every day, even though the process is tedious, the results are gratifying.

At this rate, with diligent practice and the various items obtained from other players, breaking the 100-point mark in spirit power is just around the corner.

"Alright, that concludes today's training."

Li Jin stretched, intending to empty her spiritual energy bar, then take a shower and go to sleep.

This has become his recent habit.

During the day, fill up your spiritual energy, and at night, use it all up to train your control over spiritual energy.

He was preparing to take out the fine steel longsword from his backpack and practice his "real man's twelve seconds" technique.

His movements suddenly stopped.

An extremely faint, almost negligible sound of something cutting through the air reached his ears.

That was a sound even fainter than the flapping of a mosquito's wings.

In the past, Li Jin would never have heard it.

But now, having been tempered by spiritual energy and awakened the rudimentary form of divine consciousness, his perception of the surrounding environment has reached a terrifying level.

Instinct beats thought.

Without a second thought, Li Jin leaned to the left, as naturally as if she were stretching out after a tiring workout.

A steel needle appeared out of nowhere, grazed his temple, and silently embedded itself in the wooden pillar behind him.

It penetrated deep into the wood, leaving only a tiny pinhole, without even a speck of wood falling off.

If Li Jin hadn't moved, the needle would have already pierced his body.

"what?"

From the darkness came an extremely faint sound of surprise and doubt.

Clearly, the attackers hadn't expected that this legendary martial arts failure would be able to dodge the sure-fire blowgun.

Li Jin slowly turned around, the relaxed and carefree look on her face disappearing, replaced by an unfathomable calm.

"Since you're here, don't hide anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures emerged and surrounded Li Jin in a triangular formation.

Ying Jiu stood at the front, looking Li Jin up and down with surprise in his eyes.

"It seems the rumors were wrong. Young Master Li is not a weakling who can't even kill a chicken. That dodge just now was quite interesting."

Although surprised, Ying Jiu remained calm.

That needle was just a test; Li Jin was able to dodge it, perhaps by luck, or perhaps because she had practiced martial arts for a few days.

But against three professional assassins, this skill was simply no match.

Li Jin frowned slightly as she looked at the three uninvited guests.

"Are you from the Divine Will Sect? Zhang Jingfan has only been dead for a few days, and you're already rushing to offer yourself up for another kill?"

Ying Jiu toyed with a black dagger in his hand and said, "Young Master Li, don't compare us to that brute. Since we dared to come, we naturally have every means to ensure our success."

"If you know what's good for you, come with us obediently. As long as you cooperate, we guarantee we won't harm a single hair on your head."

"After all, you are our talisman for leaving the Golden Dragon Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Li Jin suddenly found it somewhat amusing and actually laughed.

"Again?"

His smile carried a hint of helplessness and annoyance: "Why do you all think you can use me to threaten Li Chiye?"

"Just because I'm his son, because I'm a member of the Li family?"

"Don't I have my own life? Was I born to be used as a bargaining chip?"

These words surprised the three of them; they clearly hadn't expected Li Jin to discuss philosophical issues with them.

Ying Jiu frowned: "Young Master Li, we don't have time to waste with you. We only care about our lives."

This feeling of being looked down upon made Li Jin very unhappy.

I'm very unhappy.

His smile faded, and he asked seriously, "What if I don't agree?"

Ying Jiu seemed to have expected this answer and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Young Master Li, we are rough men. If you don't cooperate, we will have no choice but to take coercive measures."

"For example, break your arms and legs, or cut out your tongue."

Ying Jiu's eyes turned cruel, as if he were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Anyway, as long as you're alive, even if you're a cripple, you're still a good bargaining chip."

These words completely ignited the anger in Li Jin's heart.

It's Li Chiye again.

This group of people only had eyes for Li Chiye.

It was as if Li Jin's only value was to serve as Li Chiye's Achilles' heel.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three assassins who thought they had victory in their grasp.

He looked at the panel that appeared above the leader's head.

【Name: Ying Jiu】

[Level: 38 (Transformation Realm)]

[Identity: Deputy Hall Master of the Assassination Hall of the Divine Will Sect]

[State: Disdain, Confidence, Cruelty]

[Recent Wish: Kidnap Li Jin, exchange her for a huge fortune, and run away with her.]

Transformation Realm, Level 38.

He is indeed a master.

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, they are already beings to be looked up to.

Li Jin raised her head, her gaze sharp as a sword, piercing straight into Ying Jiu's eyes.

He asked again, seriously, "Do you want to die?"