Chapter 89: The Most Dangerous Assassination

  The two ninjas' footsteps echoed through the dense forest, scattered among the trees. The ground of the old forest was covered with a thick layer of rotting leaves and grass roots, mixed with chaotic rocks, making it extremely difficult for both humans and animals to walk on top of it.

  Bì luò dǐng zhe hēi hēi dà dà de mó fǎ mào, gēn zài qián jìn shēn hòu shēn yī jiǎo qiǎn yī jiǎo de zǒu zhe. Bù shí ná hào qí de yǎn jing tōu tōu dǎ liàng zhe zǒu zài qián mian de gān jìn, yōng yǒu zhe kuān hòu bèi yǐng de gān jìn.

  It has been seven days since they entered the mountain range at sunset, and Bi Luo still doesn't understand why Qian Jing, who is leading the way, often stops suddenly and changes direction. Moreover, he doesn't follow the markings on the map at all, and it doesn't seem like he's heading towards their destination.

  "Damn, it's been seven days! How can this kid remain extremely vigilant even when he's sleeping? And just like Number One said, he doesn't follow the route at all! Luckily we're tailing him, not setting traps ahead of time."

  Number One chuckled softly, looking at the chubby Number Two. Over the past few days, he had also learned that the traitor who had escaped from the Rui Yue bloodline was named Nashta. As for his surname, a person who betrayed the Jiu Yue family did not have the qualifications to still possess the family's surname, so he only had one name. "Chubby, you're right. This kid's sense of smell is even more acute than that of a wolf pack in the mountains." Number Three Skinny glared at Qian Jin in the distance with a look of discontent: "Within seven days, as long as there are ferocious beasts on the road ahead, he will immediately stop and change direction, circling forward. And for some reason, it seems like he's not following the academy's requirements to head to the trial location."

  His figure was slightly thinner, and his face was as sharp as a knife cut, with a slight frown and a nod. The question asked by Xiao Te, who came from the Phantom Clan and was best at hiding, was also what he had been thinking about these past few days.

  But he was just a first-class warrior student, why could he choose to change the road immediately before seeing the powerful beast group? What kind of skill did he grasp? Number one couldn't understand it even more. Since they came to try out according to the requirements of the college, why didn't this dry and strong walking direction go in the direction where the task target might appear, but instead...

  Four Seasons Valley! Yes! That's right, it's Four Seasons Valley! Number One reopened the map and found that Qianjin had been wandering in the forest for seven days. Although he often changed direction, his ultimate goal never wavered. Judging from his route over the past few days, his destination really seemed to be Four Seasons Valley? What was he going there for? To die? It couldn't be that he really wanted to go to Four Seasons Valley, could it?

  Four Seasons Mountain Valley! The majestic Four Seasons, which even the lush branches and leaves cannot block. This time, taking advantage of the trial opportunity, I will first explore around the Four Seasons Mountain Valley. After all, the information in books is always less real than what one sees with their own eyes.

  After calming down and focusing, the moment I truly saw the four seasons mountain valley, the shock it brought to me was much greater than what was recorded in books. Far, far away, the connected mountains were all a vast expanse of white.

  "Winter! The Four Seasons Valley is actually in the winter season now." Qian Jin looked at the distant Four Seasons Valley with a hint of speculation: "I wonder if the winter of Four Seasons Valley has just arrived, or is it already coming to an end? Or is it halfway through?"

  No matter where, the resources of winter are always inferior to those of autumn, summer or spring. In a season of scarce resources, beasts or demons will be more aggressive and combat-effective than ever before.

  Even a demon-slaying warrior would not choose to venture into the Four Seasons Valley in winter, where the starving beasts' magic has driven them even more frenzied.

  "To determine when winter ends at Siji Xiaoyu, one can only walk to its side and make observations and analysis to come to a correct conclusion."

  He lightly stroked his chin, letting out a slightly helpless sigh. If possible, no one liked to enter the Four Seasons Valley in winter, and similarly, no one was willing to approach it when it was still in winter. No one dared to guarantee that those ferocious magical beasts that never left the valley wouldn't come out for a stroll on some day when they were in a bad mood or too good of a mood.

  "Your" eyes, which had been hidden under the large magic hat, jumped out in surprise, and your hesitant words were filled with even more worry and fear: "You... you're going to Four Seasons Valley?"

  Qian Jin saw Bi Luo's worried expression and slightly trembling body, scratched his head awkwardly and said: "Yeah, I was thinking of going over to take a look. But don't worry, little one. Absolutely no danger will occur. If I sense any danger, I'll take you and run away immediately."

  "Run away?" Bi Luo stared blankly at Gan Jing, somewhat disbelieving that such words would come from a warrior's mouth.

  Qian Jin looked at Bi Luo's reaction and smiled: "What's wrong with running away? The Warrior's Code also says"

  "When a great general wins a battle, the foolish will rush in to die. The wise will choose to retreat and increase their own strength, then go on to defeat their enemies."

  Bai Luo Mu Ran nodded, his large magic hat shaking back and forth with the motion. His eyes still held a hint of skepticism, and his voice carried a faint tremble: "How do you know for sure that I'll be able to sense the danger?"

  After a few days of getting along, Bi Luo spoke a little more than before, but that seemingly deeply rooted shyness couldn't be removed no matter what.

  "How can I not feel it?" Gan Jing felt a bit helpless, Bi Luo's timidness was still there even after seven days of being together. What kind of stimulation had she received in the past to make her like this?

  Qian Jin sank into a brief moment of contemplation, gazing at Bi Luo with a smile and asked: "Don't you find it strange? We've entered the Sunset Mountains, which are known to have many wild beasts. Except for occasionally running into rabbits that become our supplementary food, we haven't encountered any ferocious beasts." Bi Luo fell into deep thought, muttering softly to herself: "That's true... could it be that your sudden change in direction was to avoid the beast on the road ahead? How did you do it?"

  Qian Jin saw Bi Luo had already been convinced by himself, and smiled as he shrugged his shoulders. How should he answer this question? Should he tell her that during the previous period in school, he had fought for 16 hours every night in the mountains, killing countless beasts and knife-wielding men, and had already honed a sense of danger that was perhaps even more acute than that of a demon-slaying warrior?

  "Run"

  A small hand grasped the jade pendant, and suddenly felt that this timid girl's body trembled all over, and her delicate strength desperately tried to pull her hand back.

  "To be honest, I don't usually hold girls' hands either. With a hint of embarrassment, I looked at Bi Luo: "But for some reason, since the moment we left school, I've always felt like there's something dangerous lurking around us, but I couldn't find the source of the danger. If I don't hold onto you, I'm afraid that when danger comes, you won't be able to dodge it."

  Biluo carefully observed Gan Jing through her magic hat to determine whether his words were true or false.

  "Detestable little brat." Fatso Nashta secretly hated and trampled on the rotten leaves on the ground: "After this task is completed, I must let Lucas give me more money! This kid, no matter what he's doing, his body always maintains a state of readiness for battle. Who trained him? Does the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy have such an excellent teacher?"

  Third Skinny Xiao Shuo's bitter smile and continuous head shaking, this is obviously not a school style that can be taught, but rather a kind of instinct that has been honed through countless battles on the battlefield, most suitable for one's own rhythm.

  "Xiao Te couldn't believe it, a first-year warrior student was under sixteen years old. Let him go to the battlefield to practice killing hundreds and thousands of demons? How young would he have to start going to the battlefield? How good would his luck need to be to survive on the human-demon battlefield?"

  This is obviously against common sense! Xiao Te could only think that the Auckland Magic and Warriors indeed had a very good teacher who secretly guided him from the moment he entered Qianjin.

  "They began to move forward again, narrowing their eyes that shone with a faint cold light: "Now it's almost certain that these two people should be going to the Four Seasons Mountain Range. Let's take a gamble! Xiao Te, think of a way to get past them without arousing their attention and set up an ambush near the Four Seasons Valley."

  Xiao Te took a glance at the powerful bow in Nasi Ta's hand, crouched down and nodded lightly, saying: "Wait for my signal! I don't think he's just a seventh-level warrior either."

  Nasita nodded slightly along with No. 1, although a boy under sixteen years old without the power of blood and possessing the abilities of a seventh-level warrior was already astonishing, but for some reason, it felt like there should be something even better than a seventh-level warrior hidden within the boy's body, possibly even a ninth-level warrior!

  A 9th-level warrior? Nashta shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off this absurd idea. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off. If not for this feeling, he would have attacked the target directly on the first day of entering the Sunset Mountains.

  Three ninth-level warriors, even if they surrounded and killed a single ninth-level warrior. It was naturally impossible to slip up. But if it really was a ninth-level warrior, who would dare guarantee that they wouldn't suffer any losses at all from the dying warrior's final counterattack? If they could kill with one hit, then that would be best.

  Fatso Nastad closely watched Skinny Shute, this sneaky skinny guy, in order not to attract the attention of the target "must take a huge arc path and always crouch down as much as possible without making any noise", so the time it takes becomes very long. This walk is almost two hours, and the dry season has already approached the Four Seasons Valley.