From Douluo to Defying Heaven and Becoming a God Chapter 31

In truth, the investigator at the time had held the same opinion as the youth now, believing that the villagers' claims of innate divine strength were merely exaggerations, yet he had recorded the information nonetheless.

"Enjoys catching fish in the river in the morning." A cold glint appeared in the youth's dead, silent eyes as he folded the document and tucked it into his tunic.

"Shadow!" he whispered sharply. A yellow spirit ring suddenly appeared on his body, and as it flared, his entire form poured downward like liquid, merging into the shadow of the great tree without leaving a single trace.

His objective was to orchestrate an accidental death for Jiang Chen; if Jiang Chen went to the river to catch fish, that would be for the best.

But if Jiang Chen did not emerge all day, he would have no choice but to sneak into Holy Soul Village under the cover of night.

He was proficient in countless methods of killing, enough to make Jiang Chen's death appear accidental—such as a fire, a venomous snake, or falling into a well...

The youth waited by the tree like a hunter waiting for a rabbit, his mind devoid of the slightest ripple.

He had begun killing at the age of six, and over the years, he had forged a heart of iron; even when targeting a six-year-old child, he felt no guilt.

It was only that he felt a touch of pity in his heart—innate full spirit power, a peerless genius, the hope of the entire village; what a shame...

Not long after, a small figure emerged from the entrance of Holy Soul Village, walking briskly toward the direction of the great tree.

It was Tang San, who went up the mountain to cultivate every single day without fail. His footsteps were light, covering three meters in a single stride, with the distance between each step not varying by even a hair's breadth.

Once he had put some distance between himself and Holy Soul Village, Tang San unleashed his full speed, sweeping past the great tree like a gust of wind.

The hidden assassin youth recognized that this was not his target, but Tang San's shocking display left him inwardly startled. This scrawny boy who looked only five or six years old possessed such terrifying speed; he was practically a monster.

This speed was barely any different from his own at level nineteen.

Had the assassin youth not been hidden, one would surely have seen that his typically calm eyes were now filled with shock.

Yet, his training as an assassin prevented him from letting out even the slightest fluctuation of aura; concealing one's breath was a skill every assassin had to master.

Tang San flashed past the great tree without noticing anything amiss, and under the assassin youth's cold gaze, he headed toward the distant mountain.

The youth continued to wait patiently, like a cold, venomous snake hidden in the dark, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

Finally, another small figure emerged from Holy Soul Village—it was Jiang Chen, coming out to forage in the morning.

Having just finished a night of cultivation, Jiang Chen was not as impatient as Tang San, strolling leisurely toward the river.

Although cultivation brought him comfort, he still needed proper relaxation. The early morning, when all things awakened and the birds sang amidst the flowers, was the time that brought him the most joy.

"The Great King calls me to patrol the mountains, to catch a Tang San for breakfast..."

Jiang Chen hummed a tune, taking slow, small steps as he passed the great tree.

Suddenly, the singing stopped. He halted his steps, his expression filled with confusion.

His nostrils twitched slightly; he had sensed the aura of a stranger, not far from where he stood.

But he scanned his surroundings and found that, aside from himself, there was no one else there.

Jiang Chen walked slowly into the shade of the tree, pacing back and forth within the shadow several times.

"Strange, could something be wrong with my senses?" Jiang Chen muttered.

In the end, he shook his head helplessly and walked away, his face still full of doubt. Whether his senses were failing or not, catching fish was more important; he still had to go back and train later.

After Jiang Chen's figure disappeared, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the tree's shade, gradually sharpening until it took the form of a youth.