Chapter Seventy-Nine: Attack on the Inn

“Haha, Mo You, with just your courage alone, I think even those powerful experts would be frightened away.” Ye Zihan looked at Mo You nestled in his arms and laughed with delight. To Ye Zihan, Mo You was his closest companion on the Divine Illusion Continent.

Mo You nodded, his small dragon head bobbing as he said, “Big brother, those fellows are nothing special. Although I’m only at the Four Symbols realm now, I believe I can defeat those guys outside.” Mo You had already sensed their aura; as a Thousand Phantom Blood Dragon, one of the three great demon clans of the Divine Illusion Continent, he was extremely sensitive to cultivators’ energies.

Yan Chen said, “Zihan, let’s end our conversation here for tonight. I think those people outside are growing impatient.” Yan Chen wanted to return to his room and lure the snake from its hole, for he knew that only once they went to sleep would their enemies dare to strike.

Ye Zihan glanced at Yan Chen, smiled, and replied, “You’re right, let’s go to bed now.” With that, Ye Zihan quickly extinguished the lights in the room, plunging it into darkness.

“Good night.” Yan Chen left Ye Zihan’s chamber and slowly made his way to his own.

Ye Zihan watched Yan Chen’s departing figure, then walked to the door and closed it behind him.

“Let’s rest.” Ye Zihan was uncertain if the powerful outsiders targeted him specifically, but he still needed to monitor their movements. If they were indeed after him and his companions, Ye Zihan was determined not to let it pass.

“I’ve been sleeping for ages; it’s just you lot who keep talking.” Mo You protested with some annoyance, for he truly had been napping in Ye Zihan’s arms most of the time, only waking to speak with Yan Chen and the others.

Ye Zihan said nothing, merely smiled as he made his way to his bed, gripping the Red Lotus Dagger tightly and preparing to give any assailants a harsh lesson. Though he had only just reached the early stage of the Five Elements realm, he was not afraid of the realm’s powerful opponents.

Ye Zihan was not one to cower; when faced with formidable adversaries, he felt no fear, and instead a fierce battle spirit surged within him—a testament to his unruly and proud nature.

At his side were Yan Chen and Chen Yiyan, himself a Five Elements realm expert, so Ye Zihan had confidence they could escape unharmed.

Moreover, they were in Xuanwu City of Xuanwu Marsh, so their enemies would surely hesitate. Should their actions be discovered by the city’s lord, punishment would await any who defied Xuanwu City’s laws.

Thus, as long as Ye Zihan and his group held out until the city’s defenders arrived, they would not be in real danger.

Ye Zihan lay on his bed, staring wide-eyed at Mo You. For Mo You, a dragon’s life without fighting was incomplete; he was even more tense and excited than Ye Zihan, secretly giggling in Ye Zihan’s arms and soaking his clothes with excessive drool.

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Night fell quietly. The powerful experts lurking outside did not immediately storm in; they seemed to be waiting for a definite signal or a leader’s command. Most importantly, they were utterly silent, their voices absent as they searched the inn’s guests with spiritual sense.

Every inn in Xuanwu City was filled with cultivators from the Divine Illusion Continent. The assassins outside would never be noticed by these cultivators, whose realms were too low, many scarcely different from ordinary folk. So while murderous intent brewed outside, the cultivators within remained oblivious.

Ordinary cultivators were no different from commoners, so the assassins had no interest in them. Assassins acted with principle—they wouldn’t waste effort killing those who weren’t targets, for even killing the weak took time and cost vital energy.

Suddenly, a strange, chilling wail echoed outside the inn, unlike any ordinary cry yet eerily similar. It sent a shiver through all who heard it.

Ye Zihan tensed at the sound, recognizing it as the assassins’ signal. From his knowledge of the Divine Illusion Continent, he understood this was the mark of an organized force, though their true intent remained unclear. He didn’t know why they focused such powerful auras on him; an average cultivator would have been scared to death by such pressure.

“Big brother, they’re on the move. My dragon’s life is destined to be exciting, haha!” Mo You, lying in Ye Zihan’s arms, communicated directly through their spiritual bond—he was a blood-sworn beast, and thus he and Ye Zihan could exchange thoughts with their minds.

Ye Zihan replied, “Little one, don’t cause trouble. Who knows what these powerful experts intend, but their murderous energy is heavy; they must have killed countless people.” He sensed the silent threat outside, growing more alarmed as the assassins approached.

Mo You retorted, “I told you, I won’t let you worry about me. I’ll help you solve all your troubles.” Roaming the Divine Illusion Continent with Ye Zihan brought Mo You great joy; he relished danger and preferred venturing into perilous places—the more thrilling, the better.

Ye Zihan, annoyed, said, “Change to your true form now; you might delay their actions and give me a chance to quickly eliminate a few assassins.” He urged Mo You to revert from his palm-sized dragon form, for in his true shape, Mo You was at least ten feet long.

Mo You would continue to grow—he was barely over two years old. Given time, his future was limitless; his strength would surely reach the ranks of the continent’s top experts, perhaps even the supreme.

Mo You chuckled, “Big brother, I don’t want to change back. Right now, I want to play the sneaky dragon, pretending to be weak while the assassins approach. I’m ready to strike.” With that, he tucked his dragon head back into Ye Zihan’s arms, preparing to lay in wait and spring out when the time was right, shocking the assassins.

Ye Zihan watched Mo You burrow into his arms, shaking his head. “You truly are a cunning fellow—just as I’d expect from my good brother. You’ve inherited some of my best traits.” Ye Zihan had always enjoyed playing weak to lure the strong, knowing his own strength was not remarkable. Yet he rarely fought rashly now, having become a Five Elements realm expert.

Mo You said nothing, but bumped Ye Zihan with his body in silent agreement.

Murderous intent surrounded the small inn in Xuanwu City. The assassins outside were ready to strike at Ye Zihan and his companions, having locked onto their targets. They would follow their marks, employing their deadly skills.

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For these assassins, unless someone interfered, they would not waste time on other cultivators. They never squandered effort; killing their target was all it took to complete their mission.

Ye Zihan tightened his grip on the Red Lotus Dagger, prepared to unleash his trump card against any assailant. He would show no mercy to those who tried to kill him, for he was no longer a child, and understood well—if he failed to kill the enemy, he would become their victim.

“Whoosh, whoosh.”

“Boom, boom.”

At this tense moment, the assassins preparing to attack the little inn in Xuanwu City all sprang into action, swiftly targeting their marks. For killers hardened by countless murders, eliminating these targets was as trivial as squashing an ant.

“Who dares to act so brazenly in Xuanwu City?” Just as Ye Zihan and his companions prepared to fight, the inn’s cultivators shouted, and the inn’s guards emerged, unwilling to let anyone wreak havoc in their establishment.

“Stay out of this. We’re here for our targets—interfere and you’ll die!” One of the powerful assassins barked at the cultivators, immediately cowing those who were about to intervene; faced with overwhelming strength, they chose survival above all.

None were a match for the assassins, so they retreated.

“Do as you please—it’s none of our business. We won’t intervene.”

“That’s right, we’ll pretend we saw nothing, truly nothing.”

Soon, all the startled cultivators returned to their rooms, unwilling to confront such formidable killers. Sometimes reality was harsh; heroes were few, and they were not among them, nor would they risk pretending to be.

“Tonight, none of you will leave. Your time has come.” At that moment, Chen Yiyan, already prepared, slowly stepped forward, his massive battle-axe aimed ahead, looking like a fierce deity, terrifying in his wrath.