With the situation now clear, Wenlong decided to slip into Marquis Manor again and assassinate the Golden Immortal elder.
Late that night, fierce winds rose in the pitch-black darkness. It was truly a moonless, windswept night fit for murder, an omen that someone would lose their life before dawn.
Wenlong had no choice but to be cautious. He carefully concealed his aura, then added another layer of shielding with his mental power.
Only then did he slip soundlessly into the Marquis House's rear courtyard.
He had to be careful. If the Golden Immortal elder left the Cultivation Chamber before their battle began, things would become troublesome.
Fighting on someone else's turf would put him at the greatest disadvantage. Although there was only one other Immortal Stage cultivator, caution still had to come first.
Whether they had kept any hidden cards was impossible to predict. It would be best if no surprises arose.
The first person Wenlong found was once again the Marquis House's eldest young master. He was fast asleep in bed, snoring away.
By the time the sword rested against his neck, he had become a bird startled by a bowstring. His entire body trembled, and urine soaked his bed.
He saw a dark figure holding a sword against his neck. The sight nearly scattered his souls and spirits, and his heart almost leaped out of his chest.
"Tell me where the Golden Immortal cultivates, and I can spare your life," the dark figure said coldly.
The Marquis Young Master's heart settled a little. Looking for our Golden Immortal ancestor? Your days are probably numbered. He readily revealed the location, hoping the ancestor would kill this intruder.
Once Wenlong knew exactly where the Golden Immortal cultivated, he immediately struck the Marquis Young Master's sleep acupoint and left.
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