The surface of the street was covered in a thin layer of snow, and a clear trail of footprints could be seen in the snow.
Chen Changsheng had already reached the end of the street. Turning right, he arrived at the alley of the Northern Military Department.
Ten-some zhang away, he could see a courtyard wall. Behind the wall was the courtyard.
There had been no sound. Behind him.
The sound of sabers or battle.
But his mind was not affected in the slightest.
Because he believed in Wang Po.
As long as Wang Po was behind him, even when facing a legendary expert like Tie Shu, he only needed to look in front of him.
That courtyard wall, as well as the courtyard behind it.
There was a howl of wind, somewhat ear-piercing.
The thin snow on the street was swept up, the snow falling from the eaves of the houses on either side.
There was the sound of rushing wind, chaotically circling about. It was very normal.
A figure broke through the snow.
A sword broke through the figure, stabbing at his forehead.
Even though he was several zhang away, Chen Changsheng could still sense the sharpness and aura of death attached to the sword.
He slightly narrowed his eyes, not because of the sword, but because of the figure itself.
Flying snow flew up from the fluttering sleeves, and a few fragments of light were faintly discernible.
This assassin that had been hidden in the snow for so long did not seem to be in the flying snow, but in another world.
This was because this assassin had his own world. Those bright fragments of light were proof of this.
The first enemy Chen Changsheng encountered today was a Star Condensation assassin.
Star Condensation cultivators were powerful figures in the counties and elders of the various sects. Who would be willing to be an assassin that could not see the light?
Assassins of this level were extremely rare.
Not even the Department for Purging Officials had too many.
In the entire continent, there was only one place that had many.
It was a very obscure assassin organization. Su Li had once been a member of it.
No one knew the origins or location of this assassin organization.
But Chen Changsheng knew.
This assassin organization was actually under the control of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
The moment he saw this Star Condensation assassin and saw that very familiar style of assassination, he was certain of his origins.
The Imperial Court had truly succeeded in subduing the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
Chen Changsheng was not surprised, but began to worry about Liu Qing.
Then, he focused his mind on his eyes, focused on his heart, and retreated.
With just a simple step back, the cold sword hidden in the wind and snow missed its target.
As his boots broke through the thin layer of snow, there was a clang as the Stainless Sword left its sheath, no longer hiding its edge.
Snow and wind filled his eyes, making it impossible for him to see where the assassin was.
But his line of sight had always been fixed on a certain place in the wind and snow, without the slightest hesitation.
The sword intent of the Stainless Sword followed his gaze and pierced forward.
There was a soft sound.
A jet of blood spurted out from the messy snow.
The assassin's figure was forced out by his sword intent, and he kept retreating until he finally crashed heavily into the wall of the courtyard.
The snow on top of the wall rustled down and fell on the assassin's face before it was washed away by the gushing blood.
A deep bloody hole appeared on the assassin's throat.
His eyes were filled with frustration and despair.
He couldn't understand how Chen Chang Sheng could determine his position.
Even if he could see it, how could his sword so easily destroy his Star Domain?
Of course, Chen Changsheng could break this assassin's Star Domain.
Because he used the Intellectual Sword and had a pair of all-seeing eyes.
At present, his true essence was as thick as a mountain, his spiritual sense as calm and supple as the sea, and his swordplay was extremely brilliant.
His current level of cultivation might still be somewhat lacking when compared to those true experts, but in terms of insight and the level of the sword, he had long since reached a certain height.
From a certain perspective, he could look down on all opponents of the same level of cultivation.
This assassin was also at the Star Condensation Realm, but his cultivation was inferior, and the assassination techniques he used were from Su Li and Liu Qing's lineage … how could he block his sword?
Blood melted into the snow, mixing into a rather disgusting paste. The assassin slid down from the wall and died sitting there.
Chen Changsheng continued to walk forward.
His steps were still steady and gentle, his expression still calm, and he seemed very cautious.
One strike to kill a powerful foe had still consumed a great deal of his mind. More importantly, he knew that the battle had only just begun.
The Imperial Court had subdued the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, so there were assuredly even more experts in this courtyard than he had calculated.
He was not Zhou Dufu, nor was he Su Li. Right now, he could barely see Wang Po's back, so how could he be called invincible?
That night, he had been able to charge into that courtyard and kill Zhou Tong until his soul scattered because he had taken advantage of the element of surprise. Today, it naturally would not be so simple.
He knew that today, he would assuredly encounter an opponent that he could not defeat. This was the proper meaning.
In the end, he was still too young, having cultivated for less than three years. There were many experts in the world that could rely on their cultivation to forcefully crush him, making it impossible for him to display his insight and the level of the sword.
Like Zhou Tong, who would no longer underestimate his foe, who would not allow any accidents to occur.
Like those powerful men at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation.
Xiao De, who had just appeared in front of him.
Fifth on the Proclamation of Liberation, the strongest expert of the demi-human race's middle generation, Xiao De.
Seeing him walk out of the snow, a hint of respect appeared in Xiao De's eyes, no longer as disdainful and disdainful as when they first met in Mount Han.
"Today, I will send you on your way."
Chen Changsheng knew that in the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, Xiao De and Xiao Zhang had played extremely important roles in the Imperial Palace. He should not have been surprised that Xiao De would respond to the Imperial Court's request to deal with him, but he truly was rather surprised. White Emperor City's diplomatic mission was still in the capital. No matter how he looked at it, Xiao De would not act, unless …
He suddenly felt that the cold in the snowstorm was becoming more and more real.
There was still no sound from the street, the sound of blades or battle. Wang Po had still not unsheathed his blade.
Countless figures appeared in the snowstorm, all of them experts. Presumably, there were even more assassins and killers hiding in the shadows.
Chen Changsheng gazed at the courtyard in front of him in silence.
Because he understood.
The courtyard was so close, but he might not be able to enter it today.
At this moment, he could only see a few scenes in the courtyard, like that white line on the top of the wall and the crabapple tree poking out of it.
The crabapple tree had long ago shed all its leaves, its bare branches bearing the weight of snow. It seemed very cold and withered.
A deathly stillness.
… …
… …
When the Xue Second Master noiselessly laughed, he seemed rather comical.
And in the eyes of his opponents, his face was actually very terrifying.
When the Xue Second Master stopped smiling and became expressionless, he was at his most gloomy and cold, like a dead man.
Wang Po gazed at this unforgettable, handsome, comical, terrifying, gloomy, and ugly face that he had not seen for many years, and he suddenly felt an intense desire.
When he was an accountant in Wenshui City, he would often feel this desire, but because of those four words, he had always endured.
Kindness as weighty as a mountain truly could be summed up in those four words.
The Wenshui Tangs had treated him with kindness as weighty as a mountain.
When this mountain came crashing down, what could one do?
Wang Po had never thought about this question.
His blade was straight, and his view of the world was also straight.
Hatred had to be avenged, kindness had to be repaid. There was no need to think about such a simple matter.
Until today, when he heard the Xue Second Master say those words.
'You are not allowed to unsheathe your blade.'
His brow drooped, appearing very distressed as he asked, "Whose idea was this?"
The Xue Second Master understood what he meant and replied, "Of course it was the Old Master's idea."
Wang Po silently looked at him.
The Xue Second Master mocked, "If it was my idea, why would I block your blade? I would be especially happy to watch you die at Tie Shu's hands. "
Wang Po thought this over, then replied, "Correct."
The Xue Second Master continued, "But the Old Master loves you like a grandson. He doesn't want you to die, so he had me say these words."
Wang Po fell silent once more.
"Just now, you must have felt that our Tang clan was preparing to use kindness to repay you, that it was very shameless." The Xue Second Master stared into his eyes, his malice not concealed in the slightest. "Now that you realize that the Tang clan is actually trying to protect your life and that you can't look down on us merchants, don't you feel very sad?"
Wang Po calmly gazed at him and said, "Since you want me to die, you can pretend that you never said these words today.
"Although I want you to die, I also don't want you to die like this, to die without any value."
The Xue clan's Second Master looked at him and said mockingly, "I don't care what the Old Master thinks. I only know that my Tang clan has paid a great price for you. You are a commodity of my Tang clan, a business that my Tang clan has invested in. Even if you have to die, you have to earn enough money for my Tang clan. How can you die for such an inexplicable reason?"
There was no such thing as a hero or a warrior, or the vicissitudes of the righteous path.
It was truly inexplicable.
If you want to die, you should die with value. How could you mess around with that child?
Then what was valuable?
Wang Po understood.
The position of Pope was the most valuable thing in the world.
After going around in circles, bits and pieces, in the end, it had all been this matter.
In the eyes of many people, the day of the first snow in the capital was the day that he and Chen Changsheng killed Zhou Tong.
But in the eyes of others, it was the day that Chen Changsheng died.
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