First, I need to get myself into the right state.
Killing Yu Changfeng won't be hard.
The hard part is striking like thunder and leaving no trace.
In Lin'an, where powerful martial artists gathered in droves.
To ambush and kill a Grandmaster from a martial holy land at night.
Especially when an incident had only just occurred that afternoon.
And security had been tightened on all fronts.
This was no small matter.
Even for the titans of the Demon Sect, it would be dancing on a knife's edge, with life and death often hanging on a single thought.
And Jiang Jingnian was no powerhouse of the Demonic Path.
After killing his enemy, he could not simply flee. He still had to remain in Lin'an and face the searches and investigations that followed.
He had to handle everything properly, before, during, and after the deed.
The stakes were immense.
He had to bring himself to peak condition.
Jiang Jingnian washed his hands, composed himself, lit incense, and bathed.
Once he finished bathing, all stray thoughts had vanished.
Draped in a crane cloak, a light sash trailing behind him, he stepped out and approached the incense burner.
The incense smoke had yet to disperse, the embers were still warm, and his flesh and bones felt refreshed.
Moonlight spilled into the study through a gap by the windowsill.
Expressionless, Jiang Jingnian straightened his robes and sat upright. He took an amber-colored treasure medicine from his Storage Ring and swallowed it, replenishing everything he had expended over the past two days.
Two sticks of incense burned away.
Jiang Jingnian slowly opened his eyes. No whites remained in them; beneath the moonlight, there was only pitch-black darkness.
The lunar pattern between his brows flickered in and out of sight.
A faint, cool radiance drifted from