In a dark corner, a delicate figure held a photo jade. Seeing that familiar figure, tears streamed down her face as she sobbed softly.
She was Dongming Yu, who had become a disciple of the Shadow Sect and became the nominal disciple of the sect master, Ye Wusheng.
Ye Wusheng once promised her that only when she personally beheaded Embuda and presented it to her would she be qualified to call her master and become her true disciple.
Ye Wusheng, as the sect master of the Shadow Sect, had never taken on any disciples in her life. There were countless geniuses under the Shadow Sect, but none had caught her eye, so she had no disciples in her life.
Not to mention disciples, she didn't even have a nominal disciple. Dongming Yu was the only one. Over the past year, Dongmingyu had endured the harshest training at the Shadow Sect. Her perseverance and persistence moved even the usually cold Ye Wusheng.
However, the result of this emotional response was an extremely harsh training on Dongmingyu—training that was simply beyond human endurance. Yet Dongmingyu never complained or gave up, gritting her teeth and pushing through it all the way.
Facing brutal training and countless life-and-death battles, she could remain calm and composed. But when she saw this Memory Jade, she couldn't help but hide in a corner and sob.
"Brother Long Chen, I finally see you."
Looking at the figure inside the Shadow Jade, Dongming Yu's voice choked with emotion and tears streamed down her face. Long Chen was her only family in this world; it was Long Chen who pulled her out of the dark world, allowing her to see light and feel warmth.
Among many confidantes, Dongming Yu's feelings for Long Chen were the most special; her dependence on him reached an indescribable level.
"As an assassin, yet your Dao heart is shaken by external things, your emotions fluctuate so greatly. If there are enemies nearby, the chances of assassinating you will be several times higher than usual."
In the endless darkness, a woman silently appeared. She wore a black leather jacket and pants, leather boots on her feet, and tight clothes that outlined her perfect curves, like a leopard lurking in the night—beautiful yet dangerous.
Her appearance was so natural, like a messenger in the dark night, coming and going without a trace.
"Didn't the Sect Master say that everyone has their own vital gate; once caught, death is certain.
He is my lifeline; all my efforts are for him; he is my entire life. Dongming Yu looked at Long Chen's figure in the Memory Jade and wiped away her tears.
This woman was none other than Ye Wusheng, the terrifying assassin who had struck fear into countless people throughout the Immortal Realm.
Ye Wusheng looked at Dongmingyu, shook his head slightly, and slowly crouched down. In the darkness, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Dongmingyu and said, "
Assassins are inherently ruthless, but that's just the opinion of some vulgar people. If a person is heartless, then their heart has no desire; without emotion and desire, they lose the motivation to move forward."
This Long Chen is quite good, with unlimited potential. Unfortunately, he's still at the Divine Fire Realm, and his cultivation speed is too slow. You're already at the mid-stage of the Four Extremes Realm.
And I've been training your killing techniques all along, without deliberately raising your realm. If Long Chen keeps going like this, I'm afraid you'll leave him far behind. "
Sect Master, you don't know him. His talent is unmatched in the world. If he wants to break through to his realm, he'll definitely catch up quickly.
Even if his cultivation is slow, it doesn't matter. Once I kill Empuda and complete the task my master gave me, I'll go find him and protect him for life. A sweet smile appeared on Dongming Yu's delicate face, a completely different person from her usual cold demeanor.
"You have that much confidence in him?" Ye Wusheng asked.
"Of course, he's the strongest." Dongmingyu nodded and said.
"Will he surpass you?" Ye Wusheng asked again.
"Definitely." Dongming Yu said with great confidence.
"How could I, Ye Wusheng, be surpassed by others? Starting today, I'm going to give you special training. Gather the senior brothers and sisters of the Spirit generation. I'm going to take you to the Black Wind Domain trial." Ye Wusheng said coldly.
"Sect Master... Dongming
Yu was startled. The disciples of the Ling generation were all Divine Lord-level experts, and she was about to be dragged along to join them in the trial.
"Go"
"Yes."
And so, Ye Wusheng and Dongming Yu disappeared into the darkness together.
...
"Master, Master, I've got news about that guy Long Chen!" Dressed in a long white dress and a phoenix hairpin, Tang Wan'er looked like a princess, holding a jade mark and cheering loudly in the grand hall.
Inside a sacred grand hall, a beautiful woman with a dignified face, her whole body shrouded in immortal energy, seemed to have stepped out of a painting, scolding the disciples. But when Tang Wan'er burst in, instead of scolding her, she revealed a doting smile.
When Tang Wan'er entered, the disciples, who had been sweating profusely from the scolding, instantly felt a huge relief, as if they'd found a savior—they were almost moved to tears.
"Is it the Long Chen you keep talking about every day?" The woman smiled and said, "This woman is none other than Tang Wan'er's master, Feng Xinyue."
Unlike all the powerful figures, Feng Xinyue has no sects or sects; her origins are mysterious, and no one knows where her learning comes from.
She had been famous in the Immortal Realm for countless years. Since her appearance, she had faced countless powerful enemies in her life. Under her hand, she was either defeated or killed, slaughtering nearly half the Immortal Realm and earning a formidable reputation.
She had always been solitary, but for some reason, in recent centuries, she had started accepting disciples, especially wind attribute disciples. However, her temperament was extremely strange, and she only accepted disciples she found herself.
Some came looking for her on their own, but the place where Feng Xinyue lived was Fengji Island, an island perched on a cliff. From afar, it looked like a giant mushroom floating above the clouds.
Around Wind Extreme Island, space was distorted, with countless wind blades swirling back and forth. Even ordinary treasures would be sliced to dust when encountering those wind blades, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.
Feng Xinyue's disciples weren't many, only a few hundred, but each one was a terrifying wind-element powerhouse.
Eighty years ago, Feng Xinyue planned to stop accepting new disciples, but suddenly brought Tang Wan'er back, calling her his last disciple, showering her with affection. You could say he treated Tang Wan'er like his own daughter, never letting her suffer the slightest grievance.
Tang Wan'er was obedient and sensible. Although she was a bit mischievous in daily life, she actually liked Feng Xinyue even more. So, no matter how much Tang Wan'er made a scene, Feng Xinyue never punished her.
At that moment, she was scolding her disciples when Tang Wan'er ran in, essentially helping those senior brothers and sisters out of trouble. They were deeply grateful to this little junior sister and thought she had come to save their lives on purpose. Since Tang Wan'er had helped them a lot, they doted on her in every way.
"Yes, yes, it's this guy. Right in front of Empuda, he killed Empuda's last disciple." Tang Wan'er shouted excitedly.
As soon as Tang Wan'er said this, all the disciples present were shocked, even Feng Xinyue was moved: "
Let me see."