Chapter 132 Planning

  Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Wu Yeru found Wu Zongyue, preparing to exchange ideas and talk about his future plans. The reason for finding him was that he temporarily had no connection in this regard and needed Wu Zongyue's help.

  For this month, Wu Yeyu took everyone out early and returned late every day. Every morning, they would eat dinner and then go for a run, returning in the evening to have another meal. Food and water were stored in their inventory, and there was an abundance of fruits and other supplies. Wu Zongyue, the head of the household, naturally noticed this and was somewhat curious, but he didn't ask any questions, clearly having full confidence in his son. Cultivating one's abilities requires personal effort, so Wu Zongyue gave Wu Yeyu a lot of freedom.

  After this period of continuous practice and tempering, everyone's practice has also gradually gotten on the right track, and it is now more standardized. Wu Yeru no longer needs to worry about them. Whether it's their physical fitness or their internal strength training progress, they are all satisfactory, much better than when they first arrived at the Wu household with their pale faces and thin skin. Everyone practices very diligently, especially with the mutual encouragement and competition among brothers and sisters around them, which makes them even more energetic. During lunch breaks or leisure time, several people have already started to engage in exploratory sparring, all of which Wu Yeru has seen.

  In this case, Wu Yeyu felt that he should also start considering himself. Although during this period of time, he was also cultivating with the crowd and often guided them, but because the crowd was too different from himself, and what Wu Yeyu lacked now was actual combat experience, his own progress in cultivation was not great.

  Wu's mansion, the master of the house in a small courtyard with a single gate.

  "Hmm, how come you have time to come here today? It's been over a month. Aren't you busy training those kids with great enthusiasm? And from what I've seen, the progress those children have made in this one month is indeed astonishing." Wu Zongyue asked strangely as he sat in the hall, while Autumn Moon served tea for the two and then retreated on her own, leaving the place to the father-son pair.

  Wu Yeru saw this, but didn't rush to speak, picked up the tea and took a sip, pondered for a moment, as if weighing his words. Wu Zongyue, on the other hand, was intrigued, lifted his legs onto the chair back, leaning against it, looking at the young man in front of him, thinking that this kid usually spoke freely, even when talking to him, but today he seemed reserved.

  Thinking for a moment, Wu Zongyue's mouth twitched and he said, "Speak up, what brings you to find me? Do we still need to beat around the bush between father and son?"

  "Uh... I came to see you this time because I need your help. With my current situation, I won't be able to do it myself..."

  "Oh? Haha, it seems there's something you can't do, little one. I'm curious now, tell me about it." Wu Zongyue's mouth curved into a smile as he looked at Wu Yeyu.

  ……

  A month later, on a street in Linbo City, it was already late at night. The streets were empty and deserted, and because this was the western part of the city, most of the residents were ruthless people like slave traders, so there were rarely any bandits who came to cause trouble, and naturally, there were few patrols by the city guards at night.

  At this moment, on the originally quiet street, a drunkard with a wine jar in his hand and a red face staggered from the end of the street, humming an out-of-tune little tune, with stains all over his clothes, apparently having just finished drinking with someone and was now heading home.

  The drunkard stumbled along for a while, just about to turn the corner when he suddenly stopped, his body slowly straightening up. His small eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his previous drunken demeanor was gone. He looked at the short, black-clad man on the rooftop across from him with a serious expression, or rather, at the iron plaque on the man's chest.

  The man was about 1.45 meters tall, with a black cloth covering his face, making it impossible to discern any expression, except for a pair of eyes that showed some excitement.

  The man saw that the drunkard had already noticed him, and didn't mind. He took a step forward, his voice somewhat hoarse as he said: "You're Drunken Master Wu, aren't you? Get ready, I'm about to make my move."

  "Hah! This time, you're actually a iron-plated killer. Did Tianxia send you to die?!" The drunkard said with a cold smile all over his face, "Well, since you've come out so openly to intercept me, that's one less trouble for me. Come on! I'll give you a quick death later!"

  The other party was just an iron plaque killer, while Zui Han's own strength was at the initial level of a sword general, with an absolute advantage, which is why he said this.

  Tianxia, a notorious assassin organization within the human realm, has existed for over a thousand years. Its influence spans across the entire human territory, with its movements shrouded in secrecy. The depth of its foundation is unmatched by even the most powerful empires, and it may even surpass them.

  Even if the five major empires wanted to eliminate it in a short period of time, it would be impossible. This organization is extremely secretive and disciplined, with each assassin and mission issuer strictly adhering to discipline, not daring to ask questions they shouldn't, or they would be eliminated immediately.

  The sources of the Heavenly Killer's killers are mainly divided into two types. One type is that the Heavenly Killer himself cultivates killers from a young age, and these people are called the Heavenly Killer's inner door. The other type is the outer door, which includes some scattered high-handed individuals who want to make money, as well as mercenaries or wandering knights within the human realm who will take on tasks if it is convenient for them.

  Regardless of whether they are insiders or outsiders, their identities will be strictly confidential. Assassins also have little contact with each other, especially members of the outer door. Their identities are complex and confusing. He may be a rural livestock salesman or a dignified young master of a noble family. Others find it difficult to detect their true identity.

  The levels of the Heavenly Retribution Killer are Iron Plate, Silver Plate, and Gold Plate. The legendary strength of a Gold Plate Killer is above that of a Sword Emperor, while a Silver Plate Killer is at the level of a Sword General or Sword King. All others with cultivation below that of a Sword General are Iron Plate Killers. However, there is no clear boundary between high-level experts of different levels, and the difference in strength is only the lowest standard. To obtain a higher level of killer rank, one must not only meet the required realm of strength but also complete many special tasks.

  "Hah! Since you, a small Iron Plate Killer, have come to send yourself to death, don't blame me then." The drunkard's pair of small eyes stared fixedly at the person in front of him, his internal energy rapidly circulating, and his body was also enveloped by a faint protective aura.

  The assassin's face stiffened into a faint smile, and with an almost imperceptible movement of his foot, he vanished in a flash of light behind him.

  During the sprint, his entire body left behind a trail of afterimages as he suddenly appeared in front of the drunkard.

  "What speed!" The drunkard's heart was shocked, and his eyes could only barely catch a glimpse of the opponent's trail, unable to see their entire appearance. In his great shock, he didn't care about anything else, hastily opening up his protective aura to its maximum, then frantically charging towards the silhouette in his line of sight.

  The killer's speed was superior, and naturally he wouldn't be attacked by the drunkard. With a few twists of his body, he turned to the opponent's back.

  One punch!

  "Boom!" With a loud noise, the drunkard was knocked flying, smashing into the wall behind him and creating a human-shaped hole. His hands were already battered into pulp.

  "Your reaction isn't bad, you were actually able to turn around and block my attack at the last moment." The assassin's dry voice sounded again.

  In just a short exchange of blows, the drunkard's hands, which had barely managed to defend against the attack, were already crippled.

  "Cough, cough, cough!" The drunkard didn't dare to delay, gritting his teeth as he pulled himself out of the hole. "I didn't think a small iron plate killer would have such strength! It seems that today is an unlucky day for me, Drunken Fifth Brother... Heh heh heh, but if you really think you can kill me with this, then you're underestimating Fifth Brother!"

  The killer didn't say a word, he just stood there quietly, his eyes gleaming with interest as he watched the drunkard's movements.

  "Ah ha~!" The drunkard let out a loud roar, and suddenly his body was surrounded by a brilliant light. His face turned a strange shade of green, and blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth. It was clear that he had used some sort of secret technique, increasing his speed by at least double. In an instant, he appeared in front of the killer, his legs moving rapidly as he launched himself at his opponent, leaving behind a trail of afterimages in the air.

  The assassin, seeing this, didn't dare to be careless. A glimmer of starlight flashed in his eyes as he retreated one step back with a rhythmic movement. Then, his fists, wrapped in golden energy, shot out like lightning and collided with the opponent's incoming legs.

  "Hmph! For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of intense collisions and flesh pounding against each other. However, it was clear that the killer had the upper hand, possessing incredible strength that could directly disperse his opponent's protective aura! The drunkard's legs were even twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken."

  "Ah!" The drunkard let out a shrill cry at this moment, his two knees fiercely striking towards the killer's head.

  "Whoosh!" With a single sound, the assassin didn't hold back this time. He stepped out with one foot and left a deep footprint. "Form Intention Exploding Fist!" One punch clashed with it, and incredibly, he directly blasted his opponent's kneecaps!

  Who would have thought that the drunkard was not in the least bit concerned, and at the moment when his knee touched the killer's double fists, he suddenly spat out a blood arrow with an eerie green color from his mouth, which went straight to the killer's face.

  The Blood Arrow emitted a "zzt" sound of friction when it encountered the Golden Guard's energy, its volume was reduced by the golden energy, but it still pierced through the energy and was about to hit the killer's face.

  At this critical moment, a transparent ice shield suddenly appeared on the killer's face. The blood arrow was sharp and pierced through the protective energy, but when it hit the ice shield, its momentum stopped immediately and was quickly frozen in place.

  "How could...!" The drunkard fell softly to the ground, his small eyes rolling round and round, after which he completely lost all sound.

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