Chapter 33: Shortcut To The Inner Landscape

Chapter 33: Shortcut To The Inner Landscape

The two male assassins, both around forty years of age, bore unremarkable faces. They were practitioners of Iron Sand Palm martial arts with bulky frames. But it was their right hands that stood out most. They had once been massive, but now they were a bloodied mess. They had honed their physical skills for over thirty years, and had just begun to feel a sense of extraordinary accomplishment by this age. Yet they were defeated by a young man in his early twenties. It was a reality that was hard for them to swallow.

Not far away, the female assassin had regained consciousness. Her face and arms throbbed with pain. Wang Xuan walked over to her, grabbed her, and broke her other arm as well with a crisp snap. The pain nearly made her scream out loud.

Wang Xuan thought to himself, All three of them are desperados. They’re killers. If he had not incapacitated them, there was no telling what other tricks they might pull. They might suddenly draw a gun or attempt to knock him out with some sort of poison.

His caution did not go unnoticed by the trio, who now saw him as an increasingly formidable force, a monster who treated human lives as disposable.

"End it quickly," rasped one of the Iron Sand Palm practitioners. His voice was hoarse, and his body was riddled with fractures as he was left sprawled on the ground. He had barely any energy left.

"Which organization do you belong to?" Wang Xuan asked.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

"Ashen Blood," surprisingly, the man on the ground responded willingly. He did not attempt to conceal the information.

Wang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he was somewhat surprised. The man was unexpectedly cooperative; he had not expected such open disclosure of his background.

In truth, the assassins trained in Iron Sand Palm were unnerved. Having witnessed Wang Xuan's casual brutality—breaking arms, and disfiguring the once-attractive face of the female assassin—they believed he could be exceedingly savage. Fearing further suffering, they figured they might as well come clean. After all, they held no secrets that could jeopardize the Ashen Blood organization.

The trio answered every question posed to them. They were not die-hard loyalists, but assassins who acted solely for payment. Their allegiance was never absolute.

The Ashen Blood organization had suffered heavy losses tonight as their strongholds in the old territories had been taken down one by one. Still, some members remained hidden and unscathed. The three had been tasked to kill Wang Xuan amid the chaos of that night. Regardless of the outcome, they had been instructed not to act recklessly come morning.

Wang Xuan's expression remained impassive. The upheaval in the Old World had had its intimidating effect, but the audacity of these assassins to target him on this final night was outrageous. Do they really think of me as a weakling?

"Indeed, someone has upped the bounty on your head, but we truly do not know who," one of the assassins admitted.

After receiving their orders, they were merely responsible for carrying out the assassination. They had no way of knowing who was behind the staggering amount of bounty for Wang Xuan's life.

As for the inner workings of the higher echelons of the Ashen Blood organization, they were completely out of the loop. The organization was compartmentalized. Security was tight, and there were many fail-safes in place. Even if a large number of their assassins were captured, it would not disrupt the operations of the Ashen Blood.

Targeted time and again, even the meekest of men would reach their breaking point. Wang Xuan was no exception. He was growing increasingly intolerant of being the continual target of the Ashen Blood organization at the behest of some unseen mastermind.

He looked at the trio sprawled helplessly on the ground, and raised his hand to deliver blows that would end their lives. But ultimately, his hand did not fall.

Wang Xuan knew full well that these three were merely tools of murder. They were far removed from the mastermind orchestrating this vendetta. Killing them would neither affect that shadowy figure nor significantly impact the Ashen Blood organization.

When the assassination attempt had occurred, Wang Xuan’s heart had been filled with rage. But his murderous intent faded away as he slowly calmed down. Upon reflection, the idea of executing the assassins in his own residence seemed distasteful. It would soak his place of living in blood. That was why he hesitated.

"Where are the people who were sent to kill me last time?" Wang Xuan inquired.

With a wave of his hand, a few people came in to remove the three assassins. They also professionally cleaned the room, removing all traces of blood.

Wang Xuan asked him about the silver beastskin scroll he had acquired during his last adventure on Qingcheng Mountain. He wanted to know if its value had been assessed, and when he would receive his compensation. Qing Mu had mentioned that the beastskin scroll was too astonishing a discovery, far surpassing the usual findings of their expeditions. According to the organization's internal rules, there would be additional rewards.

"No, it's still being deciphered. The strange symbols on it have stumped our group of experts. “Why? Are you in need of money right now?" Qing Mu looked puzzled.

Wang Xuan sighed, "You see, the landlord said that this desk is made of mahogany. I'm just a recent graduate who hasn't even received his first monthly paycheck. I can't afford to pay for the damages."

Qing Mu looked at Wang Xuan's serious expression, then at the three paralyzed assassins who were being dragged away. He was speechless. The situation was strangely incongruent.

"Fine, I'll lend you some for now." Qing Mu asked Wang Xuan for his account information and then turned to ask, "Haven't you thought of other ways to get money? You could have had those assassins transfer funds to you."

Wang Xuan responded, "I'm afraid of attracting attention from the authorities. I don't want any illegal money flowing into my account. Everything I have must be earned legitimately."

"You're something else," Qing Mu slapped him on the shoulder, completely at a loss for words, and left the room with his team.

Left alone in the room, Wang Xuan cleaned up and muttered to himself, "I hope those two Ascension Stones don't disappoint me."

It was precisely because he had recently mastered the Golden Body Technique, and thus had sufficient strength, that he had been able to subdue the three powerful assassins so easily.

"What the future holds, I don't know. But I must rise swiftly to calmly face all challenges ahead, including the Ashen Blood organization," Wang Xuan mused. "If I become powerful enough to make them fearful, they might even willingly expose their backer to me."

He believed that, at all times, his true power should exceed what others expect of him. This would allow him to better protect himself and be more efficient when it comes to dealing with enemies.

Wang Xuan held the two Ascension Stones in his hands with a smile, full of expectations and hopes for a pleasant surprise. The room was silent. Mysterious energies from the Ascension Stones surged into Wang Xuan's body, nourishing his mind and rejuvenating his bones and muscles.

Soon after, he found himself once again near the edge of the Inner Landscape, albeit quite blurry. He longed to approach it. Even though he had not activated his Hyper Perception today, he could still see that desolate land through the power of the Ascension Stones.

Wang Xuan was incredibly eager. If he could enter that place again, there was no doubt that it would be a significant gain for him. However, even though his spirit was vibrant and he was currently utilizing the core technique from the Early Qin practitioners, he was still unable to get close to that elusive territory.

Though he could see it, Wang Xuan felt a persistent distance separating him from that elusive place.

"Crack!"

With no hesitation, Wang Xuan crushed one of the Ascension Stones. A surge of potent mystical energies instantly enveloped him, and he found the distance to the Inner Landscape closing dramatically—it was almost within arm's reach now.

"Crack!"

He shattered the other Ascension Stone just as decisively, and was swathed in an even thicker cloud of mystical energies.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuan found himself within the Inner Landscape. He had truly succeeded. However, he noted that this Inner Landscape appeared slightly different from the one he had accessed previously.