The Clothes, the Bounty, and an Inner Scene Showdown?

Xiao Qin took out a letter, made of the same material as the one he had found on the Three Baleful Fiends of Locust Mountain last time.

Similarly, this has already been interpreted by Zuoqiu Yang.

"My dear brothers, you should look at me with new eyes after just three days apart."

"You have recently made a great name for yourselves in the Avici Trial, and the Judge is very pleased with you, especially Dragon Fiend."

"The Judge himself praised him, saying he was a born killer."

The letter's tone had become much more amiable; after not seeing each other for a few days, he called out to his younger brother.

A born killer?

Xiao Qin looked at Li Mo in surprise.

What heinous things did Junior Brother Li do that even the Judge of the Drizzle Pavilion praised him so highly?

As expected of Junior Brother Li, it seems there's nothing he can't do well.

"Alright, let's keep watching."

Actually, Li Mo himself was confused. What had he done?

It's just a simple matter of hammering one or two people to death and then destroying the evidence.

"With your strength, brothers, passing the Avici Trial should be a piece of cake."

"After the trial, please come to Lingjiang Wharf for a chat."

"The Judge has entrusted me with an important matter. I did my best to secure it, which allowed you to participate as soon as you entered the building. When you rise to prominence, don't forget me."

"Respectfully presented by Laughing Maitreya."

That concludes the letter.

Li Mo and Xiao Qin couldn't help but exchange glances.

They were even started to be involved in the affairs of the building.

What they're doing is...

Was the admission pre-arranged?

"Judging from Laughing Maitreya's tone, this Judge's status in the Drizzle Pavilion seems to be higher than his."

Xiao Qin was quite certain.

Actually, it was Thousand Forms Martial Venerable who told him.

The Judge of the Drizzle Pavilion is responsible for determining whether an assassin has completed their mission, and is also a guarantee of the Drizzle Pavilion's reputation.

"What could the Judge's private affairs be...?"

"We haven't met this so-called Judge yet, but it's definitely not a good thing."

After thinking about it, Little Li felt that there must be something fishy about it.

A gang of hitmen can't exactly go out together and help old ladies cross the street, can they?

Looking at the words of Laughing Maitreya requesting a meeting, Li Mo said:

"Let's stick to the original plan."

"Once we see Laughing Maitreya, we'll kill him first, otherwise we risk being exposed at any moment."

"Anyway, we've already been chosen to work for the Judge, so we'll definitely have a chance to meet him then."

"Good."

Xiao Qin nodded, then got back onto the donkey cart, intending to go back and tell Zuoqiu Yang the good news.

The donkey cart was full of cooking oil; hot pot restaurants use a lot of it every day.

Afternoon.

Happy times are always fleeting.

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The little ones all came out reluctantly to say goodbye.

They had all just started learning martial arts.

Li Mo didn't give them anything too good; these Elementary Martial Art martial arts techniques were enough to lay a foundation for the time being.

After glancing around twice, Li Mo was still somewhat puzzled:

Where is Chulong?

He started to feel something was off that afternoon.

Chulong would always call his name timidly, then hesitate and say that it was nothing.

"Big Brother Li... I... I'm here."

Suddenly.

Jiang Chulong, carrying a cloth bag in her arms, ran over with small, quick steps.

"This... this is for you."

He stuffed the cloth bag into his arms.

Li Mo glanced down and saw a rather crudely made... dress underneath.

The fabric was of very good quality, embroidered with a sword, and...

This material looks familiar...

"You go out and collect things so you can save money to make clothes?"

"Mmm... Mmm..."

"It's a pity I'm too... too stupid... I wasted so much material..."

"It's not exactly a waste... I took it and made it into a sachet..."

Jiang Chulong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Oh, I understand.

The sachet that the Heavenly Venerable received was a product of recycling scraps.

Li Mo was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

But then they realized something was wrong.

"You picked up so much stuff, did you only exchange it for enough money to buy fabric?"

"Yeah... trash... worthless..."

"This... this one... can only be sold for... ten... copper coins."

Jiang Chulong pointed to the 'scrap metal' next to her.

Li Mo glanced at it, and his eye twitched.

If I'm not mistaken, that's an axe forged from tempered steel. Although it's not new, it could easily fetch thirty taels of silver at a blacksmith's shop.

Ten copper coins?! What a rip-off! Have they no conscience?!

"Chulong."

"Um?"

"Tell me which store usually takes your things back; I need to speak with them about something."

"Big Brother Li, are you... you also going to... sell scrap metal?"

Lingjiang Wharf.

An endless array of boats, large and small, are moored, and the sound of the river lapping against the shore is accompanied by fishermen's songs.

On the river, a small covered boat sways gently.

"Li Mo and Ying Bing have finally appeared in the Prefecture City?!"

Yin Huacheng shattered the paper in his palm, letting it fall into the river and disappear without a trace.

The waters of Purple Sun Prefecture City were churned up by the Avici Trial.

I've heard there are the Three Baleful Fiends of Locust Mountain, who come and go without a trace, and are ruthless in their attacks. They are practically three killing gods, making even the most vicious and wicked people participating in the trials tremble with fear.

Because of them, the Avici Trial showed signs of ending prematurely.

This turmoil will soon be over.

Opportunities are fleeting.

Suddenly, Yin Huacheng's ears twitched, and he said to the outside:

"You've come."

"Your Excellency is indeed quite capable of Reception Envoy for the Demon Summoning Cult Sect."

A figure with a smiling Buddha head lifted the curtain and walked in.

"So you're the one Judge Cui sent to do business with?"

"Exactly."

When the Laughing Maitreya spoke, it seemed as if waves of Buddhist chants echoed around him.

It cleanses the soul, extinguishes desires and lust, making one indifferent to death, willing to offer one's neck for slaughter...

"You've practiced this Buddhist skill to the point of resembling Evil Method, hehe..."

"Interesting, have a seat."

Yin Huacheng poured the other party a cup of tea, which was a way of acknowledging their strength.

"The sea of suffering is boundless; I merely guide people to transcend it and ascend to paradise as soon as possible."

The Laughing Maitreya Buddha nodded and sat down.

Yin Huacheng went straight to the point and asked:

"How's it going?"

"Only one last batch of 'goods' is needed before it can be loaded onto the ship and set sail under the Red Whale Gang's banner. The journey will be smooth and unimpeded, so you can rest assured."

When will the goods arrive?

"Branch Master arrives, the goods will arrive; once the battle begins in the Inner Scene, the goods can be dispatched."

"Laughing Maitreya said calmly."

"Inner Scene combat..."

Yin Huacheng sipped his tea, seemingly savoring its flavor.

"By the way, how much do you want to pay me for killing an Inner Breath Realm and handing over all his belongings?"

"Within the Dark Pavilion, there are set prices; the Reception Envoy can go and hang up the Bounty."

"How much will it cost you to take on the mission?" Yin Huacheng asked.

Seeking stability.

The branch buildings of the Drizzle Pavilion haven't been established yet, making it difficult to find reliable assassins.

"Whether a certain company will make a move depends on fate."

Laughing Maitreya said calmly.

"A Profound Crystal."

Yin Huacheng gritted his teeth and said.

"You want to kill Li Mo, True Disciple of the Clear Abyss Sect?"

Laughing Maitreya did not agree, but instead asked a question.

The subtext: A single Profound Crystal isn't even worth as much as that Mystic Weapon, and you still have to bear the wrath of the Clear Abyss Sect? Do you think I'm stupid?

I acquired this item by chance in my younger years.

Yin Huacheng's expression changed, and he took out another item.

A scroll Buddha Portrait.

Although he was a Buddha, he sat on a black lotus. His compassionate expression was tinged with an eeriness, for beneath his lotus seat lay the corpses of living beings, with rivers of blood flowing.

It is clearly a visualization diagram of some kind of martial art.

The Laughing Maitreya's breathing became noticeably heavier.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Our destiny has brought us together."

Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone! Mwah!