1: C1 First estrangement

C1 First estrangement

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Xiao suddenly woke up.

He didn't even have time to consider it. Subconsciously, he propped himself up on the ground and was about to leave this dangerous place. In this moment of life and death, he and his disciple couldn't help but hesitate.

However, before he could get up, his arms went soft and he couldn't support the weight of his body. He fell down to the ground with a loud thud.

For a top assassin, even if his movements were extremely fast, he could still do whatever he wanted. However, he was able to simply throw the sparrow back into the air.

Ye Xiao was shocked beyond belief. He opened his heavy Eyes and looked around. Unexpectedly, it was not the mountain peak where thunder and lightning had rumbled earlier, but more like an ancient bedroom. Judging from the layout, the room wasn't small at all. It was just that a lot of things appeared to be in disrepair.

Didn't I see how difficult it was for the old man to come here? Where did the old man go? Could it be that the old man had survived three calamities? Put me here?

Ye Xiao's line of thinking was still before he had fallen asleep, or to be more precise ? it should still have stopped at the last moment of his previous life.

Ye Xiao was an abandoned baby. Ever since he could remember, he lived with an old man in the Southern Mountain. The old man's name was Ye Zhenshan, who was also Ye Xiao's master and his only family.

They were like a pair of master and disciple, and also like grandfather-grandson pair who had lived together for more than fifteen years.

Ye Xiao's name was very ordinary, and no one would find it novel when they heard it. However, when he mentioned his nickname ? Yama, all the people from the royal family, political figures, and rich and famous merchants, they all heard it loud in their ears.

Four years ago, an assassin with the nickname of "Yama" appeared in the world of assassins. The appearance of a new person naturally wouldn't attract anyone's attention, however, one year later, anyone qualified to know the name "Yama" would become silent.

The information regarding the Yama was very simple: A set of black robe s, covered with a black mask, unknown age, good enabler Long Sword, appeared in the assassination world one year ago, accepted level C mission 42, level B mission 57, level A mission 21, a total of 120 missions, completion rate 100%.

He was hailed as one of the super experts who had the highest chance of entering the [S] class in the world of assassins. He was truly the killer world's Zhi Zun.

"The 'Yama' is different from ordinary assassins who kill for money." The mission received by the "Yama" would definitely require him to investigate personally, and only the "Yama" would accept missions because the person on whom the reward was placed would have a crime.

To some people, the name of "Yama" meant "Yama King". In the eyes of others, they were knights of justice in the darkness.

However, no one would have imagined that between the mountain forests and the mountains, a fourteen or fifteen year old Youth who was clad in White robe s and had a playful smile on his face, was actually the terrifying killer king, "Hades".

According to what Ye Xiao's master Ye Zhenshan had said, their sect was extremely powerful, called the Qian Yuan Sect. They had thousands of years of history, and the cultivation technique they cultivated was called the "Qianyuan Spell", yet the next cultivation method of the Qianyuan Spell was already lost. Only the first three stages were left, Ye Xiao's cultivation had reached the Perfection of the second stage, while his master Ye Zhenshan had reached the peak of the third stage.

The Qian Yuan Sect had a talisman passed down from generation to generation as the Young Sect Master of the fifty-sixth generation. Uh, of course it was Ye Xiao who sealed himself. Several years ago, he "tricked" this legendary keepsake from this old man.

However, it caused Ye Xiao to be greatly disappointed.

This legendary keepsake was a sword, and it was not sharp at all. What was different from other Long Sword s was that the entire body of the sword was covered with dense blood-red veined patterns. The golden hilt and gauntlet were similarly entangled with bloody lines.

According to Ye Zhenshan, the moment he comprehended the true essence of the sword, his cultivation technique would advance by leaps and bounds, and he would be able to move mountains and overturn seas, and could even contend against the legendary immortals.

Although Ye Xiao maintained a strong skeptical attitude towards Ye Zhenshan's words, the Youth was after all, very attractive.

Thus, after he had "tricked" the sword, Ye Xiao sat in a meditative pose towards the sword all day long, hoping to gain something from it. However, day after day, the sword was still the sword, and he was still the same person, without any changes.

From then on, Ye Xiao carried the strange Long Sword on his back, and lost interest in the Enlightenment Sword.

Ye Xiao recalled the last scene of his previous life.

According to Ye Zhenshan, when he reached the Great Circle of the third level, lightning would descend from the sky. This lightning tribulation could be said to be a life and death tribulation.

However, once it had passed, his longevity would increase by 500 years, and his power would increase by leaps and bounds. However, less than one out of a hundred could survive a heavenly tribulation.

This heavenly tribulation had a special characteristic that could only be borne by those who underwent it. No one else was able to provide any help. Once someone else entered within a hundred meter radius of the tribulation, the Celestial Tribulation would silently agree that that that person would destroy the Celestial Tribulation. Naturally, the level of difficulty would increase exponentially.

Ye Xiao was not unaware of this.

However, at the last moment, Master Ye Zhenshan no longer had any energy, and could not resist at all.

Given how anxious Ye Xiao was, how could he possibly think of such a taboo. Breaking free from the shackles of the heavenly thunder, he madly rushed towards his master.2

The original, violent lightning bolt exploded even more violently. One purple Lightning slashed towards Ye Zhenshan and the other followed closely behind, attacking Ye Xiao.

It was as if a fiery hot Long Sword had rushed in directly from the top of his head and rushed into his entire body. The energy in his entire body had long been dispersed, and the heat wave from the Lightning had actually caused the blood bead on Ye Chen's body to collapse.

The blood bead on the sword had actually not dripped, and instead slid along the blood-red colored engravings on the sword, while the Qian Yuan sword that had not changed in the slightest at this moment actually emitted a sharp, ear-splitting sword hum.

Then, a red light shone and Ye Xiao lost consciousness.

Suddenly, Ye Xiao quivered, and his Eyes opened its eyes wide, following that, a wave of foreign memories suddenly flooded out from its heart, a strange memory flooded its brain, Ye Xiao was stunned just like before when he was struck by the Lightning.

After calming himself down, he got off the bed and walked towards an ancient looking bronze mirror. Looking at the unfamiliar face in the copper mirror, Ye Xiao was in a daze.

He was actually in another body. What was going on?

Remembering the random novels he had read in his previous life, Ye Xiao's face was filled with a strange expression. Or was it to borrow a corpse to pay for the soul?

Suddenly, Ye Xiao saw a red mark on his arm. Looking at it, it was a mini sword, it was not the keepsake from the Qian Yuan Sect, did it look like that weird Qian Yuan sword? Why did he appear here!?

He had somehow come to this strange place, could it be that this sword was the one that had brought him here?

His left hand gently stroke the sword and his heart was filled with sadness. If he did not take the sword from Master Ye Zhenshan, would it mean that Master would be safe and sound?

Ye Xiao heaved a long sigh. Since the dead were gone, no matter how sad he was, it was useless. Grief could only be suppressed to the bottom of his heart.

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