The Shortcut to the Inner Scenery Realm

Two male assassins, appearing to be around forty years old, with ordinary features, both practiced the Iron Sand Palm. They had thick bones, and their right hands were particularly prominent—thick and large, like bear paws. However, they were now cracked and bleeding from the impact.

The old techniques took a long time to show results. They had practiced Body Arts for over thirty years, and only at their current age had they achieved extraordinary accomplishments. Yet, they were defeated by a young man in his early twenties, and they found it hard to accept.

Not far away, the female assassin woke up, feeling intense pain in her face and arms. Wang Xuan walked over, grabbed her, and then struck her other arm. With a crack, her left arm also broke, causing her to nearly cry out in pain.

Wang Xuan felt that all three of them were desperate fugitives and killers. If he didn't break both arms, they might have other ideas, such as suddenly pulling out a gun or throwing a handful of knockout powder.

His cautious attitude was interpreted completely differently by the three. They increasingly felt they had encountered a formidable monster who treated human lives like dirt.

"Give us a quick end," one of the men who practiced Iron Sand Palm said, his voice a bit hoarse. He had fractures all over his body and lay there, lacking strength.

"Which organization do you belong to?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Gray Blood." To his surprise, the person lying on the ground readily told him, hiding nothing.

Wang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but he was a little surprised that they were so cooperative and directly revealed their origin.

In reality, the assassins on the ground were somewhat unnerved. Seeing how casually he broke people's arms and disfigured the face of the good-looking female assassin, they believed Wang Xuan might be extremely brutal. Fearing they would suffer the same fate, they decided it was better to speak up quickly. After all, they had no secrets that could threaten the Gray Blood organization.

The three answered all questions that followed. They weren't fanatics but professional killers who worked for money, not absolutely loyal to anyone.

The Gray Blood organization's strongholds in Old Earth had been systematically dismantled tonight, resulting in heavy losses. However, some members had gone into hiding and were unaffected.

These three had received a mission to kill Wang Xuan during the chaotic night. Regardless of the outcome, they were temporarily unable to act tomorrow morning.

Wang Xuan's expression was cold. The deterrence from Old Earth had taken effect, but these assassins were still so frenzied on their final night, daring to kill him. It was simply too much, did they really think Little Wang was easy to bully?

"Someone did increase the bounty to kill you, but we genuinely don't know who..."

After receiving their orders, they were only responsible for carrying out the killing. They had no way of knowing who was behind the astonishing bounty.

As for the situation within the upper echelons of the Gray Blood organization, they had even less access. The organization had strict security and self-preservation measures. Even if a large number of killers were captured, it would not affect the Gray Blood organization's operations.

Being targeted repeatedly, even a clay figurine would develop a temper, let alone Wang Xuan. The people behind the scenes had hired the Gray Blood organization to kill him twice in a row, which was truly unbearable.

Looking at the three immobilized figures on the ground, he raised his hand and gestured a few times, but didn't strike.

Fundamentally, these three were merely tools for murder, light-years away from the mastermind. Even killing them wouldn't affect the person behind the scenes; it would be insignificant to the Gray Blood organization.

When he was ambushed earlier, Wang Xuan's killing intent had surged, but now that he had calmed down, the thought of killing the three in his own home, turning it into a blood-soaked crime scene, made him hesitant and uncomfortable.

"Where are the people who tried to kill me last time?" Wang Xuan asked.

"They all withdrew. One became a vegetative state, and another had a prosthetic heart. They're finished for life." Even the middle-aged man who practiced Iron Sand Palm, usually cold-blooded and ruthless, felt a chill when he thought about the fate of the previous two assassins. Once this young man made a move, it was truly bone-chilling.

Wang Xuan was somewhat surprised. The stones he had thrown last time had caved in the forehead bone of one assassin. He hadn't expected him to survive and become a vegetative state. The other, who had been pierced through the body by a steel bar, with a torn heart, had also survived.

"Fortunately, I've never killed anyone in my life," Wang Xuan mused. However, to the three assassins, his words didn't sound purely benevolent; they even thought he was being sarcastic.

Wang Xuan looked down at them and said, "How about you three commit suicide, or help each other out?"

The three assassins' faces changed. They all felt unnerved and secretly tensed up. Listen to that! Are those human words? He doesn't even want to do it himself and is finding ways to kill people. He's definitely a malevolent being!

They had naturally misunderstood. Wang Xuan's true intention was not to kill, but he also felt he couldn't be overly compassionate. Since they had come to kill him, he couldn't let them go.

The three assassins lay there, their bodies stiff, not knowing what to do. Were they really supposed to kill each other? They all felt a sense of despair because they consistently believed that this malevolent being, Wang Xuan, was tormenting them indirectly and would have other methods.

"Forget it, I can't bring myself to do it," Wang Xuan finally sighed and shook his head. "After all, I've never killed anyone before, and I don't want to set a precedent for now."

Upon hearing this, the three felt as if the dark clouds in the sky of their lives were torn apart by a ray of sunshine, and their world suddenly became bright. They were all somewhat excited. Could fate really be reversed like this?

Wang Xuan glanced at them. "What are you thinking? Your hands are stained with the blood of others. Letting you go would be condoning evil. I won't give you another chance to kill and do evil. It's best to leave it to the professionals to handle; they'll send you on your way."

He directly contacted Qing Mu for help. Otherwise, just dealing with the bodies of the three would be a hassle. He was, after all, a law-abiding citizen.

The three on the ground, from initial hope to swift despair, experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, feeling tormented. They unanimously agreed that this was a malevolent being toying with their minds, more terrifying than killing them directly. He was definitely a high-level player.

Wang Xuan was completely unfazed, not thinking that much at all. He mused, "I'm still kind-hearted and soft-handed!"

Hearing this, the three on the ground felt even worse, as if they had fallen into hell, increasingly believing he was a devil!

Qing Mu rushed over personally after receiving the message. He was also enraged. He had just spoken with Wang Xuan not long ago, telling him that the Gray Blood organization had been uprooted in Old Earth and that everyone needed to keep a low profile tomorrow.

Yet, on this final night, the Gray Blood organization had come to kill Wang Xuan again. Was this their last act of desperation, or were they being excessively arrogant?!

When Qing Mu saw the situation in the room, he grinned. Little Wang's methods were indeed brutal. What had happened to the female assassin's face?

"They're already like this, why not give them another slap? Give them a quick end."

"I haven't killed anyone!" Wang Xuan refused seriously!

Qing Mu clicked his tongue. "Alright, I'll interrogate them myself and then deal with them." With a wave of his hand, several people entered and carried the three assassins away. They also had people clean the room and remove the bloodstains. They were indeed professional.

Wang Xuan asked him if the Silver Beast Skin Book he obtained at Qingcheng Mountain last time had been evaluated yet and when he would receive additional compensation.

Because Qing Mu had mentioned that the beast skin book was astonishing and would surely far exceed his usual exploration gains, and according to the organization's internal regulations, there would be compensation.

"No, it's still being deciphered. Those scribbles have stumped the expert group; they can't recognize them. What's wrong, are you short on money now?" Qing Mu asked in surprise.

Wang Xuan sighed. "See this? The landlord said this desk is made of rosewood. I'm just a recent graduate and haven't even received my first month's salary, so I can't afford to pay for it."

Qing Mu looked at his serious expression and then at the three assassins who had been beaten into paralysis and dragged out. He was speechless, finding the whole situation peculiar.

"Alright, I'll lend you some from my own pocket." Qing Mu asked for his account number and then turned to ask him, "Haven't you thought of other ways? With three assassins in your hands, you could have them transfer money."

Wang Xuan replied, "I'm afraid of being targeted by the relevant authorities. I don't want dirty money; it must be something I earn legitimately."

"You're something else," Qing Mu patted his shoulder, completely speechless, and turned to leave with his men.

The room fell silent. Wang Xuan tidied up and muttered to himself, "I hope these two Ascension Stones don't disappoint me."

It was precisely because he had recently mastered the Golden Body Art and his strength was sufficient that he could face the three assassins without fear and take them down smoothly.

He didn't know what the future held, but he had to rise quickly to calmly face everything and confront the Gray Blood organization. As long as he was strong enough and stood high enough, he would eventually be able to directly expose the people behind the scenes.

Once he became strong enough to make the Gray Blood organization fearful and terrified, perhaps they would willingly reveal the people behind the scenes, or even hand them over.

Wang Xuan believed that no matter the time, he should always ensure his true strength exceeded external estimations, allowing him to better protect himself and deal with enemies.

A smile appeared on his face. Holding the two Ascension Stones, he was quite expectant, hoping for a surprise!

The room was tranquil. Dense mysterious factors flowed from the stones into Wang Xuan's body, nourishing his mind and cleansing his bones.

Afterward, he indeed saw it again... the edge of the Inner Scenery Realm, very blurry, not far away. He wanted to approach it.

Ascension Stones were wondrous items. He hadn't activated his Super-Sense state today, yet he still saw that desolate place!

Wang Xuan was incredibly eager. If he could enter it again, it would undoubtedly be another great harvest.

However, even though his spirit was very vigorous and he was practicing the Root Method of the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners, he still couldn't get close to that hazy area.

Although he could see it, he was always separated from it by a distance.

"Crack!"

Wang Xuan didn't hesitate. He cracked open an Ascension Stone and was instantly engulfed by dense mysterious substances. Moreover, he suddenly closed the distance, the Inner Scenery Realm now within reach.

"Crack!"

He then shattered the other Ascension Stone without hesitation, and even more concentrated mysterious factors enveloped Wang Xuan.

In an instant, Wang Xuan found himself inside the Inner Scenery Realm. He had actually succeeded! However, the Inner Scenery Realm here today seemed a bit different from the one he had entered last time!