Although I had studied Daoism for over a year, that was still far too little time.
If I had not become the disciple of a very powerful Patriarch and received guidance from the Seventh Master, I might never even have crossed the threshold of cultivation.
I also knew I was not particularly capable. In many dangerous situations, if I had relied on my abilities alone, I might have died countless times over.
So I could only keep studying human nature and exploit its weaknesses to defeat my enemies.
This time was no different.
But Wu Huaqing was far too formidable. He was unlike the others, and it was not just the man himself who was powerful, but also the enormous organization behind him. What made him most terrifying, in fact, was his network of connections, those powerful elites.
So if I wanted to come back alive from Wu Huaqing, I had only one option: kill him. I also had to evade his network of connections and everyone's eyes, killing him without leaving a trace. At the same time, I had to keep both the organization and everyone in that network from knowing I had killed him.
How could I possibly do that?
It was an almost impossible task.
So I was dejected and desperate. All I could do was write my suicide note in advance and settle everything that would need handling after my death.
I had not intended to tell the people around me, nor had I intended to tell the Seventh Master, but I was not that strong inside.
All the elders in my family had died. The only elder I was close to was the Seventh Master.
The moment the Seventh Master asked me about it, my defenses crumbled, so I told him what had happened.
Although