Chapter 848 - 848 An Expert at Courting Death (2)

848 An Expert at Courting Death (2)

The Saintess patiently tempted him. “You and I are in the same boat. We’re bound together for good or ill. Your worries are also my concerns. Don’t worry, I won’t let an expert appear in the Sikong family. I’ll lure him out.”

Sikong Yun hesitated.

The Saintess looked at him and said, “What are you still hesitating for? If you don’t take the opportunity to kill Yan Jiuchao, are you really going to wait for him to give the position of the family head to your brother?”

Sikong Yun frowned. “That Yan Jiuchao looks quite powerful… It’s fine if he’s killed, but what if… he’s not killed? What if he complains to my father?”

The Saintess sneered. “You don’t have to worry about that. In the past few days, he’ll be so weak that he can’t even defeat a child. It’s the best time to take his life!”

…

In the courtyard in the east of the city, the little black eggs were holding small milk bottles. They fed the little brother in the swaddling clothes one mouthful at a time. Ah Wei was cooking the next pot of goat milk at the side. Qing Yan and Yue Gou were practicing martial arts in the courtyard. Old Cui went to Madam Lan’s room to perform acupuncture to recuperate. As for Grandma, he was studying the books Shadow Thirteen carried out of the Sikong Manor.

He discovered a magical secret. The ancestors of the Sikong family were actually from the Sorcerer Clan. In that case, it was not difficult to explain why the Saintess and the Sikong Clan had no descendants.

It was rumored that the Sacred and Sorcerer races had once been cursed and their bloodlines could not fuse. However, this curse seemed to have finally been broken.

This was not what Grandma was concerned about. Instead, he was concerned about the inheritance of the Sorcerer Clan. According to the records in the ancient books, the inheritance of the Sorcerer Clan did not rely on bloodline. To become a sorcerer, one had to practice the cultivation methods and sorcery of the Sorcerer Clan, but these things could no longer be found.

“Doesn’t Grandma know sorcery too?” Shadow Thirteen asked.

Grandma shook his head. “Those are just superficial knowledge. They can’t even be considered entry-level. The sorcery of the Sorcerer Clan is powerful. I can’t even imagine it.”

“Then… what about the cultivation technique?” Shadow Thirteen asked again.

Grandma said, “There are many cultivation techniques passed down from the ancestors of the Sikong family, but I don’t know which one is the orthodox one for the time being. A large part of the inheritance of the Sorcerer Clan depends on opportunities.”

Shadow Thirteen said, “Then I’ll go get more books tomorrow.”

Just as Grandma was about to nod, a sharp killing intent came from all around!

Grandma’s eyes darkened.

Shadow Thirteen pushed him away!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A row of arrows broke through the window and passed through the place where the two of them were standing just now with a murderous aura. They were nailed to the wall where the public map was hung. The feathers on the tails of the arrows swayed, showing how strong and fast they were. If they did not dodge in time, they would probably be pierced through the chest by these arrows.

The same thing happened in the courtyard and in the little black egg’s room.

Ah Wei flew up and kicked the arrow away. The overwhelming pressure was like a huge mountain that rumbled down on everyone. The ground cracked and their feet sank into the cracks.

A shadow flew towards Ah Wei and the black eggs.

Xiaobao and Er’bao screamed. “Aiya—”

Just as the shadow was about to grab the three little black eggs, a black figure descended from the sky and sent the other party flying with a palm.

Xiaobao shouted, “Daddy!”

Yan Jiuchao hung in the air. He held a light blade formed from internal energy in his palm and suddenly attacked the shadow.

The shadow disappeared with a whoosh! It was as if they had fused into the night, but also as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Qing Yan frowned. “This, this is…”

Grandma said solemnly, “A Level 5 Asura King.”

Qing Yan’s expression changed drastically. “What? Level 5?”

They had gradually realized that there were also realms for Asura Kings after coming to the Nether Capital. Previously, the one in Lan Jiao’s hands was a Level Three Asura King, and their Asura had just broken through and was not even a Level One Asura. But this assassin was actually a Level Five Asura King? This was too terrifying!

Every time the Asura King advanced to a level, his strength would undergo a tremendous change. To be able to reach the fifth level was almost the top power in the Nether Capital.

“You guys go first!” Yan Jiuchao said.

Shadow Thirteen’s heart skipped a beat. After interacting with Yan Jiuchao for so long, he naturally understood Yan Jiuchao’s personality. If he could defeat him, he would never say that. Even Young Master did not have absolute confidence in dealing with a Level Five Asura King?

“What are you waiting for!” Yan Jiuchao said coldly.

Shadow Thirteen and Ah Wei exchanged glances. Without any hesitation, they took a large basket and stuffed the three little black eggs and the swaddling little fellow in.