The atmosphere on the street changed too quickly. Just a moment ago, it was still a magnificent scene, and the next moment, it should have been a leisurely conversation. Who would have thought that they would directly enter the rhythm of domestic trifles? Of course, everyone knew that the Holy Maiden's question had a deeper meaning.
Under normal circumstances, Chen Changsheng's answer would be somewhat rigid and lacking in etiquette, but the wonderful thing was that the Holy Maiden of the south was not an ordinary person, nor was she like those ordinary Holy Maidens in history. She liked Su Li. She dared to like that Su Li who liked the Demon Princess, so she was very satisfied with Chen Changsheng's answer. She felt that this youth was very calm, very simple, and very powerful.
She gave Chen Changsheng a deep glance. This was a truly profound glance, not like the glance she gave Su Li at the very beginning, which hid many complicated emotions. This was a profound glance that everyone could understand — it was unknown what sort of impression she had of Chen Changsheng in the past, but at least she was rather satisfied with their meeting today.
Perhaps this had a lot to do with Chen Changsheng standing in front of Su Li covered in blood?
With this glance, the rain over Xunyang City stopped and the clouds scattered, revealing the true sky behind it.
There was no moon of the Northern Devil Race, nor was there a river of stars by the sea. There was only a stretch of azure blue.
The setting sun hung far away in the wilderness outside the city. It was still dusk.
The blood-like twilight shone on Liu Qing's face, which was full of wounds and blood clots, making it even more terrifying. He walked towards the city gate, ignoring everyone else.
"Why?" Su Li looked at his back and asked.
Liu Qing stopped and said after a moment of silence, "What I said to Zhu Luo was true."
Su Li said, "Of course I know you're telling the truth."
Not long after he left the military stronghold, he knew that Liu Qing had been following him. He had always thought that Liu Qing wanted to kill him, but he had never cared that Liu Qing wanted to kill him. Everything was for the same reason.
He had known Liu Qing for many years. He knew Liu Qing's assassination habits and style.
Many years ago, he had left Liu Qing and the others without hesitation. He thought that he would not miss them at all. In fact, in the long years that followed, he rarely thought of them. No matter how he looked at it, Liu Qing and those guys had a reason to hate him and wanted to kill him.
"My thoughts are different from theirs. They think that we're even, but I think that you owe us. That's why I want to kill you. Of course, this is my best chance."
Liu Qing didn't turn around. After a moment of silence, he said, "I thought you would be as miserable as an old dog this time, and I would definitely be very happy to see you. But after following you for these days, the more I look at you, the more uncomfortable I feel. You brought us into this profession, and if you are humiliated, then we are humiliated. Even if I want to kill you, only I can do it. How can I let others touch you?"
Su Li was silent for a while, then said, "What nonsense."
Liu Qing raised his head and gazed at the distant setting sun outside the city. "In truth, it's very simple. I just suddenly understood why you left us back then. In the end, you are a person of Mount Li. Your life has always been different from ours."
In the previous battle, Zhu Luo had angrily accused Liu Qing of being a person of Mount Li.
Liu Qing did not admit it. Although he used the sword style of Mount Li and was open and aboveboard, he was still an assassin who walked in the darkness.
After hearing Liu Qing's words, Su Li fell into a very serious silence. Then, for the first time, he gave an explanation for that trifling matter back then, a past that his younger self did not care much about.
"Back then, I left mainly because it was too unchallenging."
He said, "Don't tell me I have to spend every day thinking about how to kill the Demon Lord and Black Robe?"
Liu Qing gazed at the setting sun and very seriously said, "That last mission we took, that matter we talked about, wasn't it rather interesting?"
Even when facing Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke, two great experts, Su Li's face was still undisciplined and uncaring, but after hearing Liu Qing's words, his expression became solemn.
He looked at Liu Qing and said, "That woman is not easy to kill. I advise you not to have any thoughts."
Liu Qing didn't say anything else and walked out of the city. Not long after, he disappeared into the twilight.
Chen Changsheng was somewhat confused by this conversation and asked Su Li, "What were you talking about?"
Su Li replied, "Many years ago, someone asked me to kill a person."
"Kill who?"
"You know, Tianhai."
In Su Li's view, there were three and a half most powerful women in the world: the Divine Empress, the Holy Maiden of the south, the Empress of the Demi-humans in White Emperor City, and that freak in Xuelao City.
But the most difficult to kill would always be that one.
Of course, it was Tianhai.
"Wasn't it the elders of the Longevity Sect who forced Senior to do it?"
"There were also people who tried to pay me to do it."
"Truly crazy."
"No matter who it is, they all have a price."
"Senior, these words seem more appropriate to say from Liu Qing's mouth."
"Is it very strange to say it from me?"
"Senior, you and Liu Qing … just what is your relationship?"
"I was the one who brought him into the profession of assassins, and I was also the one who taught him his skills."
Su Li's reply was very casual, like he was talking about a trifling matter that was not worth mentioning.
Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of a matter, a possibility.
Back in the wilderness, he had encountered the Twenty-Eight Divine General Xue He. With Su Li's assistance, he had cut off one of Xue He's arms, but he was also worried that Xue He would be conveniently killed by Liu Qing, who was hiding in the wilderness. When Su Li spoke of Liu Qing's origins, he also mentioned the chief assassin on the Ranking of Assassins that the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had ranked. In their conversation, Su Li was also rather respectful towards that assassin.
Chen Changsheng looked at Su Li and asked in disbelief, "Could it be … Senior, you are that number one assassin in the world?"
"When I was young, I worked in this profession for a period of time."
"And then?"
"If you do a profession, you have to love it, and you have to do it to the extreme."
Su Li said matter-of-factly, "As an assassin, I am naturally the strongest assassin."
Chen Changsheng was very shocked. He could not understand why such an otherworldly expert would become an assassin.
Su Li glanced at the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand and said somewhat ruefully, "At that time, I was really short of money."
He did not finish — at that time, he was so short of money that he could not even buy a broken umbrella.
With this, some questions were easily resolved.
At the time, Chen Changsheng felt that something was wrong. How could Su Li admire an assassin, even if it was the number one assassin in the world? Only now did he understand that the so-called admiration was still just narcissism.
… …
… …
The twilight gradually dimmed. It was no longer blood-red, but rather more warm.
An extremely sacred ray of light slowly entered Wang Po's body. His wounds began to heal at a visible rate.
Previously, in the inn, in order to defeat Painted Armor Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun in a single blow, Wang Po had paid a very heavy price. Afterwards, in order to block Zhu Luo, he had been heavily injured. Now, he had basically recovered, but he did not know if he could make up for the loss of lifespan.
The Sacred Light technique displayed by the Holy Maiden was truly close to a divine technique. Compared to the Sacred Light techniques of the Li Palace priests, the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green, and the disciples of South Stream Temple, it was like the difference between a firefly and a star.
Wang Po stood up and bowed to the Holy Maiden in thanks.
He did not even glance at Su Li, because he did not like Su Li. He had come to Xunyang City for business and reason, not for this person.
He walked up to Chen Changsheng and said, "We've met before."
Several months ago, at the main gate of the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Changsheng and Wang Po had met once.
That night was precisely the night that Xun Mei failed to break into the Divine Path and died.
Chen Changsheng replied, "Yes, Senior."
Wang Po's eyebrows drooped weakly. He seemed rather dispirited, and his voice was the same. "You're not bad."
Chen Changsheng felt very happy, because he believed that Wang Po was truly a very good senior.
Many young geniuses worshipped Su Li, but he did not. He felt that Su Li was very annoying, even though Su Li had taught him many things. He felt that compared to Wang Po, Su Li was wrong everywhere, even though Su Li was much stronger than Wang Po — in the past sixteen years, he had only worshipped his senior brother Yu Ren. Now, it seemed like the object of his worship was another person called Wang Po.
On the other side, Su Li finally asked that question, "How is my family's girl?"
The Holy Maiden replied, "Mount Li sent a letter, so there shouldn't be any major problems."
Su Li asked, "Then what about Mount Li?"
The Holy Maiden replied, "I left in a hurry, so I only know that there are some problems."
Su Li's eyebrows rose like swords, then gradually fell. After a moment of silence, he said, "With Qiushan, there should be no problems."
When Chen Changsheng heard that name, he subconsciously looked over.
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