In this world, there is no law!
Three hundred years ago, there was a conflict between the martial world and the court.
Initially, the Great Qian Dynasty held the upper hand, suppressing the scattered martial forces, almost trampling the martial world with their cavalry.
But later, somehow things changed, and overnight, those experts broke into the Great Qian Royal Court.
The battle shook the heavens and the earth, the court shattered, reinforcements unable to arrive in time, and many elite soldiers of the Imperial Palace died in droves, blood flowing through the entire royal court of Great Qian.
Even the Great Qian Emperor at that time was dragged to the noon gate by these martial experts and executed.
This was truly a reversal of the heavens.
After this battle, the Great Qian royal family never recovered and vanished without a trace.
In the martial world, heroes rose, carving out territories as kings, each leading a faction.
A new chapter of blood-soaked warfare in the martial world began three hundred years ago with great tumult.
The early years were the most brutal, with the world being reshuffled, constant conflicts in the martial world, and bloodshed everywhere.
Even today, we remain in the chaos of the martial world.
In such an era, human life is as cheap as a dog's...
No one would be willing to turn back for a trivial shop assistant, nor care for such a humble life.
Except for his closest friends and family.
The teahouse shopkeeper, perhaps having cried enough, now had a cold fierceness rarely seen in his eyes during his life.
He looked around, approaching a corpse.
Clenching his teeth, he took the knife from the corpse's hand, stood up, and walked in the direction of the Iron Horse Seven Bandits.
He had only taken two steps when a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind:
"Do you want revenge?"
"Who!?"
The teahouse shopkeeper was startled by the voice, instinctively thinking it was the Iron Horse Seven Bandits returning, he turned around, waving the knife wildly.
However, there was nothing behind him, not even a shadow.
The teahouse shopkeeper was stunned, thinking he had misheard. Yet the next moment, the voice once again reached his ears:
"You don't know martial arts, going there would be in vain, even if you find them, it'd be just to send yourself to death."
The teahouse shopkeeper's hair stood on end, realizing that the speaker was also a Jianghu Person.
But definitely not the Iron Horse Seven Bandits, otherwise, he would now be a dead man.
So he loosened his grip, and the knife immediately fell to the ground.
Not knowing the whereabouts of the speaker, he fell to his knees with a thud:
"Hero! Huzi died unjustly!
"I have no wife or children in my life, only this nephew, whom I've raised as my own since childhood.
"Now... now he's dead, and his mother probably can't live on either.
"I know I'm powerless, I beg the hero to lend a hand!!"
The teahouse shopkeeper, not knowing who the speaker was, thought that since they spoke, they might be willing to intervene in this matter.
Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he wanted his nephew to feel at peace.
But after speaking, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
There was no response for a long time.
The shopkeeper's heart gradually sank to the bottom, just when he thought the person had left, he heard the voice again:
"You are wrong about one thing."
"I... where did I go wrong?"
The shopkeeper asked anxiously.
"I am not a hero, killing requires payment."
The teahouse shopkeeper immediately said:
"I am willing to give everything, even become a servant, whatever it takes."
"Remember what you said."
The voice suddenly turned cold, making the teahouse shopkeeper's heart tighten, and then there was silence.
After a while, he turned around to look, but still found nothing.
However, after this encounter, he also calmed down.
Looking back at the shop assistant's corpse, he came forward with a mournful face and picked up the body:
"Huzi... did you hear that? Someone, someone is willing to avenge you.
"Just wait... just wait a little longer."
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[Commission: Assassinate the Iron Horse Seven Bandits (Three remaining)]
Chu Qing concealed his traces, running through the forest while checking his system page.
The one who spoke with the teahouse shopkeeper earlier was, of course, him.
Having fused with all the memories of the original owner, Chu Qing understood that in this world, human life is like grass.
For a shop assistant, it didn't seem worth the trouble.
But, Chu Qing had his reasons for involving himself.
Since he had obtained an Assassin System, how could he become stronger without assassinating targets?
Without becoming stronger, how could he handle the endless pursuits of the Mirror of Sin?
Although there is temporary peace now, temporary does not mean permanent.
This drama will never end as long as he and the Mirror of Sin both live.
So, with such an opportunity, of course, it couldn't be missed...
Besides, the feud between Chu Fan and the Iron Horse Seven Bandits was another reason, though it wasn't because Chu Qing had deep feelings for his second brother.
The main reason was that Chu Fan was highly skilled in martial arts, had Innate Divine Power, and was apprenticed to a famous sect, his abilities were evident from the previous battle.
The leader of the Iron Horse Seven Bandits being hunted by him probably wouldn't survive.
This means that without him taking action, the target would be reduced by one-third.
Such a task was certainly profitable.
Truly, there was no reason to leave it alone.
Tracking is a basic skill for an assassin.
Having mingled with the Mirror of Sin for nearly a year, Chu Qing naturally mastered this skill.
Moreover, he speculated that aside from the leader of the Iron Horse Seven Bandits, the other two wouldn't have escaped far.
Chu Fan likely wanted to take down the main culprit, so naturally, his main target wasn't them. Once out of Chu Fan's sight, they would naturally let their guard down.
Indeed, as Chu Qing thought, after tracking along the road for merely three miles, he heard the sound of hooves.
The speed wasn't very fast, and there was a hint of turning back, which was somewhat unexpected for Chu Qing.
After discerning the direction of the horse, Chu Qing adjusted his path slightly, quickly arriving at a narrow road.
As he looked up, the galloping horse was already in front of him, and on it sat one of the Iron Horse Seven Bandits.
Faced with this sudden beggar, the bandit on horseback was momentarily stunned, then shouted angrily:
"Smelly beggar, courting death?"
As the words fell, instead of stopping, he urged the horse forward even more.
Wanting to trample this oblivious beggar under the horse's hooves.
Chu Qing did not speak, gently raising his hand, the bamboo stick in his palm flew up, grasped with one hand, and with a snap, the bamboo stick shattered instantly.
Swoosh!
The shattered bamboo stick wrapped in a sword sheath flew out, its sharpness suddenly revealed!
Seeing this, the bandit on horseback knew something was wrong, took out a chain from his waist, and was about to strike out.
But a flash of silver light appeared, and a spray of blood filled the sky!
With a crash, a severed hand along with the chain was thrown into the air.
The bandit on horseback, not having time to be shocked at the speed and ferocity of this strike, felt a thud in his chest, and with the sound of bones cracking, he was kicked off the horse by Chu Qing.
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ps: Today is the first day of the month, and it's double-monthly tickets... Though the book has just started, let's ask for some~ Seeking monthly tickets, seeking collections~~~