Back to a few days ago.
The location was North Sand City.
At dusk, Nie Jun, who had completed a day of hunting, returned to the inn in North Sand City.
"Waiter, four pounds of beef, two ounces of salted beans, and a pot of Flower Wine."
A plate of meat, a plate of dishes, and a pot of wine were the dinner of most martial artists.
However, Nie Jun was not a martial artist. To be exact, he was no longer a martial artist. However, he had started his career by cultivating martial arts. He had only joined a cultivation clan after spending 30 years cultivating martial arts to mortal transformation-level.
Even though he was already a Grand Cultivator in the intermediate stage of ascension, the things of martial artists had been imprinted in his body.
He did not like to stay in a luxurious inn with cultivators, not because he lacked Spirit Stones, but because he disliked the topics that cultivators discussed. In comparison, staying with martial artists made him feel more at ease.
Looking at the martial artists who were eating and drinking with glowing faces, he felt like he was looking at his past self. However, the lifespans of those brothers who drank and ate with him back then were long gone, and he could no longer find anyone to drink with.
After greeting the waiter, Nie Jun went straight upstairs.
When the sky was getting dark, the waiter knocked on the door with a plate of food.
"Sir, the food you ordered is ready."
"Come in."
The waiter pushed the door open and placed the food on the table before turning to leave. He even closed the door on his way out.
Nie Jun only got up and walked to the table after the food was served. He was too lazy to use chopsticks, so he grabbed the sliced meat and started eating.
A mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine, and a mouthful of dishes.
It didn't take long before the plates on the table were all cleared.
After pouring the last mouthful of wine into his mouth, Nie Jun put down the wine pot and burped.
Just when he was about to get up, he felt a sense of danger behind him. Before he could react, a silver blade was already against his neck. He broke out in cold sweat.
"Don't make a sound. Get up slowly." A deep voice came from behind him.
"Brother, if you want to rob me, the storage ring is on my left middle finger. Just take it. I promise I won't chase after you. "Nie Jun raised his left hand, wanting to let the other party see his storage ring.
The reason why he had such a reaction was because he immediately confirmed that the other party was a professional killer. Only a professional assassin would be able to perfectly conceal himself in such a small room in the inn, making it so that he did not notice anything out of the ordinary for the time it took to eat a meal.
Moreover, judging from the speed of his attacks, the other party's skills were definitely not inferior to his, and might even be stronger.
As soon as Nie Jun said that, he felt a sharp pain coming from his left hand.
"I have already warned you not to make a sound."
Nie Jun looked at his left hand. The middle finger of his left hand had been cut off by the other party. Just because he opened his mouth to speak, the other party directly cut off his finger. He was obviously a ruthless character.
Nie Jun's heart sank to the bottom. Not allowing him to speak meant that he had no chance to negotiate. In the thirty years of practicing martial arts, he had dealt with all kinds of people in the Jianghu. Through the signals they sent, he had a rough idea of what kind of people he had met.
'Seems like I can't escape death today …' Nie Jun smiled bitterly and did not try to communicate a second time. This was because he knew very well that if he spoke again, the other party would only give him an even more intense warning. He might even be killed directly.
"Put the plates away and the tray at the door."
Nie Jun put the plates and wine pot into the tray obediently. When he walked to the door and was about to push it open, the other party's dagger suddenly left his neck.
Nie Jun's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to escape, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. A thread as thick as a strand of hair had pulled a wound on his neck.
"I should be glad that you didn't put the thoughts in your head into action just now. Otherwise, your head wouldn't be on your neck now." The deep voice came from behind him.
Nie Jun's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. Only now did he realize what had just cut off his finger.
After pushing the door open, Nie Jun slowly bent over and put the tray on the floor.
Just as he got up, a short blade suddenly popped out of his right sleeve and pierced through the gap between his neck and the transparent thread. Then, he flicked his wrist and lowered his body, freeing his neck from the danger of being entangled by the colorless thread.
Without any intention of fighting the other party, Nie Jun exerted strength in his legs and wanted to escape.
However, at this moment, he felt a sudden pain in his ankles. He lost his balance and fell to the floor.
He turned around and saw that his legs had been entangled by the colorless thread without him knowing and had been cut off.
He finally saw the assassin's' appearance '. It was a skinny man who was hidden under a black robe. He wore a black mask on his face. On the mask, there were only two oval holes where the eyes should be. Inside the round holes was a pair of cold, emotionless black eyes.
"You think you're smart." The masked man walked toward Nie Jun slowly.
Nie Jun lay in a pool of blood, his heart dead.
After closing the door, the masked man grabbed Nie Jun's collar and threw him on the chair in front of the dining table.
With both legs severed, Nie Jun knew that he had no chance of escaping. He completely lost the will to resist and was at the mercy of the other party.
The masked man took out a syringe from his storage ring and injected it into Nie Jun's arm.
Nie Jun had no idea what was in the syringe. All he could feel was that his entire body was numb. Not only could he not speak, but he could not even move a finger.
Later on, he saw the masked man taking out a dagger and slowly cutting his skull …
Before he lost consciousness, he could faintly hear the masked man mumbling to himself, "Let me see if there's anything in your head that I want …"
…
In the middle of the night, 20 masked men in black robes gathered in a dark room. Although their masks were all black, the shape of their masks was different.
"How's the investigation going?" It was a lady who asked. There was a thumb-sized ruby on her forehead on her mask.
"I've found something." A skinny man spoke. His mask was exactly the same as the one who had attacked Nie Jun not long ago.
"I've hunted a lone guy today. His combat strength is almost equivalent to a mid-level immortal-level. I've obtained some useful information from his head. "
"In this world, imperial-level people are called human immortals. It's been tens of thousands of years since there's a human immortal. Nobody has elevated to human immortal-level in the past tens of thousands of years."
"The most powerful people in this city are the three governors whose combat strength is almost equivalent to immortal-level rank-9. The three of them are the enemies that we'll definitely encounter. "
"Apart from that, we should be wary of the honorary immortal guards. I heard that the honorary immortal guards in each city have mastered a battle formation. Their abilities are enough to fight a weaker human immortal. "
"You didn't alert them, did you?" The lady asked.
"No, the earliest they'll find the dead body is tomorrow afternoon," the skinny man said confidently.
"Then, let's follow the plan. We'll move tonight." The lady in the red diamond mask seemed to be the leader of the team. Soon, she made all sorts of arrangements.
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