Breast Classification

"Football is a specific term used to describe a woman's chest. For example, if it's very flat, like yours—no, flatter than yours. I mean, if a woman's chest is as flat as a mirror, it's called a Wangzai Mini Bun, or a Peace Princess; if it's very small, like yours—perhaps even a little smaller. I mean really, really small, but still with a little bit there, it's called an **; if it's a little bigger, like yours, it's called an apple... Don't draw your dagger! I misspoke! Please don't be angry. I know you're a man, but I needed someone as an example. Fine, I won't use you as an example..."

"So anything bigger than an apple is a football?" The bright-eyed thief held a dagger to Yue Yang's throat, looking furious enough to slaughter him at any moment.

"No, there are many sizes bigger than apples. See? You clearly lack research in this area. Above apples, there are pears, papayas, and coconuts. Above those come volleyballs and footballs. There are lots of categories. This is all knowledge—I wouldn't tell just anyone!" Yue Yang put on the air of a scholar.

"Makes sense!" The mercenaries in the room praised Yue Yang's "Breast Classification" in unison.

Although they had no idea what Wangzai Mini Buns, volleyballs, or footballs were, they felt that the progression from small to large was vivid and accurate, wonderfully easy to remember, and utterly unforgettable. It seemed this little thief named Titan truly had profound knowledge regarding women's **. Yue Yang was immensely pleased with himself, like a great sage delivering a brilliant and original academic theory before thousands of students at an academy.

The bright-eyed thief barely managed to suppress the urge to stab the brat to death. She stomped hard on Yue Yang's foot, slammed the form into his hands, and turned to leave.

Yue Yang hurriedly tossed the form before the bald old man, paid the fee, received his mercenary star badge, then chased after the bright-eyed thief.

"Brother, I'll treat you to a drink. Listen to me, that girl's chest was really huge... Hey, you run fast. One look and I can tell you're a shy, uninitiated virgin!" By the time Yue Yang ran outside, the bright-eyed thief had already vanished like a wisp of smoke.

It was as though she had never appeared at all.

As Yue Yang swaggered away with a whistle, the bright-eyed thief appeared from the darkness, a gleaming dagger in hand. Several times, she wanted to hurl it into Yue Yang's back, but in the end, she restrained herself.

The bright-eyed thief spat lightly at Yue Yang's retreating figure, then flashed away.

Facing the gentle evening breeze, Yue Yang's face was full of smiles.

He smiled happily, brilliantly.

White Stone City, Assassins' Guild.

Like every assassins' guild in the world, the one in White Stone City gave off an eerie and terrifying feeling. There were lamps inside, but their flames were no bigger than beans, and they seemed as though they might go out at any moment. Rather than bringing light, they cast a dim, sinister, peculiar gloom. Yue Yang gently pushed open the door. When he saw the interior, his expression shifted slightly in surprise.

Other than a hemp-clothed old man dozing over a desk, there was no one in the Assassins' Guild.

The hemp-clothed old man had a head full of gray-white hair. Hunched over the table, he looked exceptionally small and frail, decrepit and withered in both body and spirit.

Of course, judging only by appearances, a gust of wind could have blown down this old man in the twilight of his life. Or perhaps if he fell asleep over his desk like this, he might sleep himself to death and never wake again. But to Yue Yang, he gave off an entirely different, strange feeling. Even though Yue Yang had already reached the Innate Realm and possessed the Three Profound Forms and Body-Piercing Formless Sword Qi, even a sneak attack might not be enough to defeat this aged old man... To Yue Yang, this hemp-clothed elder was more terrifying than a sleeping lion. He felt more like a sleeping dragon!

"Hello, I'm here to register and join the Assassins' Guild." If Yue Yang's politeness at the Mercenaries' Guild had been an act, then this time it came from genuine respect.

"Young man, assassination is a bloody and violent profession. Are you truly prepared?" The hemp-clothed old man slowly raised his head. His features were ordinary, his face covered in wrinkles. Even if an ordinary person encountered him ten times on the street, they likely would not notice him, much less remember what he looked like.

With his dim, lifeless old eyes, he looked Yue Yang over.

Yue Yang did his best to keep his heart calm and his breathing controlled, even allowing a smile to show in his bright eyes.

Although he could not see through this hemp-clothed old man, Yue Yang realized that the old man was observing him as well. That proved the old man could not see through him either...

Yue Yang naturally met the hemp-clothed old man's gaze and answered with a smile in his eyes, "Young people always yearn for blood and violence, don't they?"

The hemp-clothed old man lowered his eyelids. Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, he said indifferently, "Joining the Assassins' Guild requires no payment, no forms, and no proof of identity, but it does require a test. You may choose a written test or a martial test."

"What is the written test? And what is the martial test?" Yue Yang found this genuinely strange. Assassins needed written tests? It was not like applying to university!

"The written test involves answering questions about killing techniques. The martial test involves killing someone directly. If you want to join, before dawn, go to Black Mountain, fifty li outside the city, and bring back any one bandit's head from there." The hemp-clothed old man had barely finished speaking before Yue Yang hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he wanted the written test.

Yue Yang had no psychological issue with killing.

To Yue Yang, aside from the beautiful woman, Yue Bing in black, and the little girl, everyone else on Dragon Soaring Continent was like an NPC in a game. Killing them would not make him feel guilty. Besides, he had originally planned to take out a few mercenaries who had been offered bounties by the families of people they had killed, testing his combat strength while also nurturing the growth of the Saliva-Spitting Thorn Flower.

However, Yue Yang was extremely lazy.

Making him travel through the night, run fifty li outside the city, climb a mountain, kill a bandit, then carry a head back in a hurry—

He would not do it!

If not for the hope of obtaining the Assassins' Guild's unique "Vengeance Pursuit" list, Yue Yang would never have come to a place like the Assassins' Guild.

The Assassins' Guild differed from the Mercenaries' Guild. The people here usually possessed real strength, and the longer he stayed, the more likely his identity would be exposed.

"For the written test, please make a choice: if you were going to kill someone, and before you stood a sharp treasured sword, a powerful battle beast, and a blank sheet of paper, which would you choose as your tool for killing?" the hemp-clothed old man asked.