Wei Xuanfeng Seeks Revenge, From Dawn Till Dusk

Night wind rose.

Wei Zhaoting and the others lit a bonfire. Some roasted meat, while others rested.

Figures moved back and forth not far away, clearly keeping watch near the dangerous perimeter.

"Boss, how about putting your personal grudge aside for now?" A sharp-faced man sidled up to Wei Zhaoting, his face full of flattery. "Stop chasing that Wei fellow..."

"Yeah, Boss. If it comes to it, once we hunt down a Mystic Mist Wolf Demon, us brothers will help you get revenge."

"That's right, Boss. It's not that we brothers aren't loyal. You know how many years we've all prepared for this assessment."

"..."

Everyone had something to say, but they all meant the same thing.

Hurry up and kill a Mystic Mist Wolf Demon, complete the Demon Suppression Directorate's assessment, join the Demon Suppression Directorate, and become a blade trooper.

Yes, as martial artists of the jianghu, the only way for them to join the Demon Suppression Directorate was to hunt down a Mystic Mist Wolf Demon and pass the assessment.

There was no limit on numbers, and even if they succeeded in the hunt, they would only become the lowest-ranking members of the Demon Suppression Directorate.

But as the saying went, even the bottom rung of the Demon Suppression Directorate was the ceiling for countless common folk!

At first, this group of jianghu martial artists had not dared venture into White Lotus Mountain to hunt wolf demons.

But recently, rumors had spread that Wumeng Mountain had gained many wolf demons, and this group of jianghu martial artists immediately saw hope.

Wei Zhaoting's group had gathered for precisely that reason.

And as the strongest among them, Wei Zhaoting had become their temporary leader with his eighth level of the Martial Warrior Realm.

If Wei Zhaoting led them to hunt a Mystic Mist Wolf Demon and there were casualties, no one would have much cause for complaint.

After all, it was a road they had chosen themselves. Even on their knees, they had to walk it to the end.

But!

For the sake of a personal grudge, Wei Zhaoting had provoked the formidable enemy Wei Xuanfeng.

Not only had one of their brothers died, but they had also fucking wandered around this jungle all afternoon looking for Wei Xuanfeng.

Worst of all, they had not even found him!

By nightfall, everyone's resentment had grown heavier and heavier. Led by the sharp-faced man, they voiced their dissatisfaction with Wei Zhaoting!

There was even a hint of threat in their words.

"Fine, I get it!" Wei Zhaoting snapped. "After all that talk, isn't it just killing a Mystic Mist Wolf Demon? Get plenty of rest. Tomorrow, we'll hunt down that injured wolf demon! As for my revenge, I don't need your help!"

With that, he walked alone to the base of a tree, hugged his saber, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Wise as always, Boss!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

Only after he left did they begin whispering among themselves.

"What's that green-shelled cuckold so smug about?"

"Exactly. If his fiancée hadn't been supporting him, could he have gotten where he is today?"

"His fiancée, tsk tsk, even I feel pity at the sight of her. Tomorrow, he'd better die in a wolf demon's jaws, and then... hehehe..."

"She's damaged goods that's already been played with. Look at your pathetic ambition!"

"What do you know? Only peaches ripened to the fullest have any flavor!"

"Keep it down. We're still counting on him to kill the wolf demon..."

"..."

Wei Zhaoting, sitting against the tree with his eyes closed, could not hear clearly, but he could still vaguely guess their mockery.

The hand gripping his saber bulged with veins!

"Young friend, calm yourself. Alone, you are no match for them."

At that moment, a voice rose in his mind.

"Not their match, and not Wei Xuanfeng's match either! Didn't you say you could help me take revenge? If you can't do it, get the hell out of my body right now!"

To outsiders, Wei Zhaoting appeared to be asleep, but inside his mind, he was roaring madly.

"Young friend, those words are heartless. When you were gravely wounded and on the brink of death, it was this old man who exhausted his soul to replenish your blood and qi, allowing you to escape disaster."

"But you also swallowed one of my souls and three of my spirit essences, taking over my body!"

"You were the one who first demanded power from this old man. Besides, what power comes without a price?"

"I've already paid the price, but I still can't beat that bastard!"

"That little thief is indeed somewhat troublesome. His saber techniques are seasoned beyond what a martial artist of his age should possess. If you want to defeat him, unless..."

"Unless what?!"

"Unless I pass on to you all the martial knowledge and life memories I have accumulated over the years, instantly granting you more than a decade of cultivation. By then, a mere demon slayer would naturally be beneath your notice."

"Then what are you waiting for? Give it to me now!"

"Once I give it to you, this old man will truly scatter to the winds, body and soul..."

"This... it's all right, Senior. Go in peace. In the future, I'll be sure to look after your descendants!"

"Heh heh..."

No matter how Wei Zhaoting called out afterward, the old man never spoke another word...

Outside Wei Zhaoting's camp, Wei Xuanfeng lay flat beneath a pile of withered grass.

Wei Xuanfeng was the sort who repaid every grievance, down to the smallest slight.

And he firmly believed in one thing: once enmity had been forged, it had to be eradicated as soon as possible.

Otherwise, with danger left lurking behind, he would never sleep easy!

With Heaven's Motion, most of his injuries had healed in a short time.

To save time, he swallowed the innards of several demon rabbits raw, then tracked down Wei Zhaoting and the others.

In a direct fight, he was no match for them.

But when it came to assassination, this mercenary was their grandfather!

After a long while, Wei Xuanfeng suddenly opened his eyes.

By his estimate, it was around the hour of the Tiger—roughly three or four in the morning.

This was the darkest stretch of the day, and also the time when people were most drowsy.

The moon was hidden and the wind ran high. Sighing that heaven and earth alike were on his side, Wei Xuanfeng began to crawl forward soundlessly.

Without making the slightest noise, Wei Xuanfeng silently crept beside a sentry.

That sentry was a martial artist to begin with; he had simply drawn the short straw and been assigned to stand watch.

Forget a sentry's professional skills—he did not even possess the most basic vigilance.

He was leaning against a tree trunk, but Wei Xuanfeng could clearly hear his steady, rhythmic snoring.

Wei Xuanfeng had at least nine ways to deal with trash like this!

Crack!

In the tranquil night, the sound of snapping bone stirred not the slightest ripple before the wind carried it away.

Wei Xuanfeng carefully lowered the corpse, then searched it.

His luck was not bad. He found a short sword.

Anyone accustomed to killing knew that an embroidered spring saber was too long, unsuitable for assassination.

With this short sword, the assassinations ahead would become even easier.

Wei Xuanfeng gripped the sword in reverse, turning into a panther of the night. His prey was those sentries!

The other sentry was not sleeping too deeply. Hearing a faint rustling behind him, he instinctively turned to look.

Then he saw Wei Xuanfeng's sinister expression, and the short sword in his hand.

But before the sentry could make a sound, a line of blood sprayed from his neck.

Wei Xuanfeng had already slit his throat in a single stroke. His head hit the ground with a thud, and before his body could fall, Wei Xuanfeng caught it.

"Damn it, I'm getting rusty..."

After cursing under his breath, Wei Xuanfeng immediately hid himself.

The sound of that head hitting the ground was neither loud nor soft, but anyone experienced would instantly realize something was wrong!

Yet he remained hidden for a full five or six minutes, and the camp stayed quiet.

"They really are a rabble!"

Seeing this, Wei Xuanfeng moved again.

Only this time, he shed some of his caution and gained a little more cruelty...

The next day.

Wei Zhaoting was awakened by a burst of clamor.

"Boss! Come look!"

Hearing that something was wrong in the voice, he immediately got up.

When he pushed through the crowd, the sight before him sent a chill down his back, instantly banishing all traces of sleepiness.

Six corpses lay in a neat row.

And...

Every one of them had been beheaded!

"Who?! Who did this?!" Wei Zhaoting was shocked and terrified. "Who stood watch last night? Why didn't they raise the alarm?!"

"Bo... Boss... they were the ones keeping watch..."

The dozen or so remaining martial artists went pale.

The thought of someone creeping close while they slept soundly last night, silently killing the sentries, then cutting off their heads and lining them up in neat rows—

made them tremble uncontrollably.

"Wei Xuanfeng—it had to be Wei Xuanfeng!" Wei Zhaoting used his fury to conceal his fear. "Search! Search everywhere, then kill him!"

Though he was a martial artist, he had never actually killed anyone.

The sight of six corpses had dealt him a tremendous blow!

Hearing this, the other martial artists wore varied expressions, but they all shared the same thought.

They were finished!

Because of this green-haired turtle, they had offended someone they never should have offended!

Six sentries had died last night. The other side clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest...

"Boss, this is a grudge between you two. Dragging us brothers into it isn't right, is it..." One martial artist immediately began to think of retreat. "I've got parents and children at home. I'm not risking my life playing along with you. I'll be leaving first—I'll be leaving first!"

After saying that, afraid Wei Zhaoting would refuse to let him go, he immediately fled this blood-soaked place.

"Old Wang, you fucking—" Wei Zhaoting had just tried to stop him when he saw that the man had already run far away.

"Boss, Old Wang's right. Us brothers aren't going to keep messing around with you either."

Seeing someone take the lead, the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man immediately spoke up.

The moment he finished, three or four people stepped up behind him.

Clearly, they were all in the same group.

Their strength in numbers meant they had no fear of Wei Zhaoting at all.

"Those of us in the martial world value loyalty and righteousness above all else!!" Wei Zhaoting cursed. "You were the ones who came looking for me in the first place!"

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man gave a cold laugh.

But just as he was about to say something, a scream rang out from deep within the forest.

Then, a black, indistinct object flew toward the group.

Thud!

The thing hit the ground. When everyone looked closely, their expressions changed drastically!

The object that had flown over was actually the head of Old Wang, who had just left...