Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Su Ruolan's assassination attempt ended in failure.

When I left the palace in the morning, my legs were so weak I couldn't even stand up straight.

Clang!

Chen Shao slammed the doors of the bedchamber shut.

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless, Su Ruolan."

"Tell your people in the organization that I am waiting for them here."

Su Ruolan gave a bitter smile, then covered her face with tears and left.

Chen Shao remained calm and composed, of course, waiting for public opinion to ferment.

Once Jiangnan and Hedong are fully prepared, he will suddenly descend upon them like a divine army.

When Su Ruolan returned to the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion, most of the brothers were there waiting for news of her.

Upon seeing her return, all eyes immediately turned to her again.

"Miss Su, why do you always seem to exude an even stronger sense of domesticity during assassinations?"

"Quickly, quickly, have you killed that tyrant yet?"

"Judging from his appearance, he's limping; he's probably failed again."

"Stop arguing!"

The host stopped everyone and carefully examined Su Ruolan for a while.

He sighed:

"Were you beaten up?"

Su Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the assassin organization consisted of a bunch of emotionless straight men who couldn't see anything.

She said nonchalantly, "Being hit a few times is nothing, but I'm no match for Chen Shao. I barely managed to hold out for a night before finally succumbing to defeat. I've failed the master's expectations..."

Everyone looked at each other.

Su Ruolan's strength does not lie in her martial arts.

It's not her versatility, her appearance, or her skill that's remarkable.

Miss Su suffered such a crushing defeat; this is not good news.

The original poster nodded slightly:

"As expected, you've dealt with Chen Shao many times, so he knows your capabilities well. You have no secrets from him, so the assassination attempt was bound to fail."

He turned around, paced back and forth a few steps, and instead of disappointment, a shrewd smile appeared on his face.

"We didn't expect you to succeed by sending you to the front; it's a tactic to make you arrogant."

"Let Chen Shao think that's all the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion is capable of. When he lowers his guard, the real killing move will be revealed."

...If you can't speak properly, then speak less, Su Ruolan couldn't help but think to herself.

But failure is never a glorious thing, so he found a corner to sit down and heal his wounds.

That bastard is really ruthless!

The original poster clapped his hands: "Please invite the Shadowless Wise Old Man."

A small door on the side of the hall opened silently, and an extremely thin man walked out from behind it.

He was only a little over three feet tall, and his body was as thin and wiry as a dried-out piece of old cured meat.

He has a narrow face and prominent cheekbones, making him look like someone you don't want to mess with.

The assassins present immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

This person is none other than Situ Kong, the top assassin known as the best escape artist in the world.

It is said that he is proficient in the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and can disappear into thin air in broad daylight and move freely among thousands of troops.

He once took a death row inmate out of a heavily guarded prison unharmed, leaving no trace, and became famous overnight.

The Shadowless Wise Old Man walked up to the Lord of the Tower, but did not bow; he merely nodded slightly.

The original poster also felt this was perfectly reasonable and responded with a smile.

"I have already heard about the seven-day agreement."

"This man truly disregards my Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion. I will take his life this time I leave this mountain."

Although he spoke boastfully, no one thought he was bragging.

Instead, they all nodded emphatically.

With the wise old man's intervention, Chen Shao is doomed.

"What method do you plan to use?" the poster asked.

"Earth Escape."

"One should always be wary of others. Although Chen Shao claims to be unguarded, who knows if he might resort to trickery?"

"From underground, one can rest easy. Using earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique of earth ...

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Flattery erupted from the crowd.

The poster stroked his beard and smiled.

Only Su Ruolan, standing in the corner, wanted to remind the other party that they seemed invulnerable to swords and spears.

But who would believe that?

There is no such person in the world. Even the Golden Bell Cover of Shaolin is just a layer of gold powder and some qigong practice. It is far from being invulnerable to swords and spears.

......

That night!

Zhi Sou stood alone under an old locust tree outside the palace wall, gazing at the brightly lit imperial palace in the distance.

A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He hadn't taken on such a large order in many years.

Emperor Assassination!

This is a major event worthy of its own separate biography at the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion.

Of course, as a top assassin, he would not underestimate anyone.

Chen Shao must have some extraordinary abilities to have almost bankrupted the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion.

He spoke casually during the day, but in reality, he had already conducted the most comprehensive investigation into Chen Shao.

In conclusion, two points can be summarized as follows:

First, don't talk to this person. His words have a magical power that can unconsciously lead people astray. Don't look into his eyes; his eyes are poisonous.

Secondly, this person is very skilled at pretending to be a ghost or a demon, and there is no chance of winning against him in a direct confrontation.

You never know when he'll suddenly unleash a palm strike on you; even if it's fake, it'll still leave you momentarily stunned.

The assassin is finished in a moment of distraction.

So after much deliberation, he decided that attacking directly from underground and killing the enemy with a single sword strike was the safest option.

"Chen Shao, Chen Shao, you died by my hand, and now you are honored to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

After saying that, he vanished from the spot with a whoosh.

Then a ripple appeared on the pond inside the palace.

Water Release!

His specialty, water escape, is much less strenuous than earth escape; assassins need to be efficient.

The ripples stirred slightly, and the next moment he appeared on the opposite shore of the lake.

With a light touch of her toes, she floated like a swallow onto a large tree.

His figure began to become elusive, and in the blink of an eye, he had already swung a hundred feet above the treetops.

As he approached the heart of the palace, his body suddenly plummeted.

The moment he landed, the soil beneath his feet, like quicksand, rapidly swallowed his body.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared beneath the soil.

Using their minds to sense direction, they can move underground as easily as a fish entering water, without any reaction on the surface.

......

The sky was bright.

The poster was sitting in the lobby having breakfast with a few brothers while waiting for news.

Suddenly the door was kicked open.

The Shadowless Wise Man stood at the doorway, covered in mud from head to toe.

He was already thin, and now he looked like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.

He trembled all over, pointed at the poster, and let out a furious roar.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner! The palace is full of tunnels!"

"If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have almost died in there!"

The chopsticks in the poster's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before I could even ask a question.

The Shadowless Wise Old Man was already squatting on the threshold, panting heavily.

Tears streamed down his face.

"Do you know how I spent that night?"

"Damn, it's all tunnels, densely packed and interconnected."

"I wandered around inside all night, and I still couldn't find my way around."

"What emperor would dig so many tunnels under his own palace? Was he crazy?"

Sigh... The poster sighed inwardly.

It looks like we've failed again.

He patted the wise old man on the shoulder, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know how to begin.

Just then, a subordinate rushed in to report.

"OP, a group of ghosts from Shanxi has arrived!"