Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

"Lin Qiye, you should sleep in the bed tonight."

Lin Qiye, lying on the floor, was first taken aback.

I just felt a heat in my buttocks.

Looking at this person who was half a head taller than me.

The somewhat unserious young man rolled his eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"No need, I'm fine sleeping on the floor."

Zhao Wentian grinned: "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

Lin Qiye: ......

"Let's go, it's time to go to work."

Lin Qiye was stunned again: "You call this going to work?"

"Those who receive a salary are called 'working.' Only those who pay salaries are called 'bosses.'"

Zhao Wentian shrugged, threw off the blanket, and stepped onto the ground.

"Oh, shit!"

Lin Qiye let out a wail, "You stepped on my thigh!"

.......

"Ding-dong, welcome."

A crisp, pleasant electronic bell rang, and Zhao Wentian and Lin Qiye pushed open the left and right doors of the firm, respectively.

The two men, with their hands in their pockets, went inside.

As soon as they entered, the two looked at each other and froze on the spot.

Inside the firm, an elderly woman in her fifties, leaning on a cane, was gesturing wildly as she spoke.

Across from the old lady, Hongying rested her chin on her hand, listening intently, occasionally responding with surprise.

"Oh? That Grandpa really went too far."

"Yes, I think Grandma is right."

“That’s too much!”

"Don't worry, leave this to our firm."

"..."

Beside her, Wen Qimo held his notebook with a serious expression, maintaining his sunny smile, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I think Grandma is right..."

"Hmm, Hongying is right..."

"Yes, you all make a good point."

Zhao Wentian patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder and said, "Stop looking. Zhao Kongcheng told me before that his workplace has delivery drivers, auxiliary police officers, security guards, teachers..."

Oh, right, if a colleague is well-off, there's even a chance to become a male escort...

A pair of eyes scanned Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye's eyes widened, giving me a look that said, "Don't look at me."

Wen Qimo saw the two of them and put down his notebook.

He got up, walked over, and patted the two men on the shoulder. "The captain wants you to go to the training ground."

“Uncle Zhao, why don’t you take Qi Ye over there?” Wen Qimo patted Zhao Wentian on the shoulder.

Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him.

Zhao Wentian nodded noncommittally, patted his chest, and said, "From now on, call me Brother Tian. Brother Tian will take you flying. Let's go!"

Zhao Wentian led Lin Qiye through a long corridor to the training ground.

In the middle of the training ground, Chen Muyi, wearing a vest and with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up.

"Here he comes."

Chen Muye nodded to the two men, then pointed to the three knives beside him and threw them out.

"One for each of you. Catch!"

Zhao Wentian took one of them; the three characters "Zhao Wentian" were engraved on the hilt, and it felt very good in his hand.

Lin Qiye, holding the knife, gently pulled it out.

just,

The scene of that rainy night suddenly appeared in his mind.

"This knife will be very handsome!"

Lin Qiye looked it over; the hilt of the knife had three characters written on it: Zhao Kongcheng.

"This..." Lin Qiye glanced at Zhao Wentian, then looked at Chen Muye with some surprise.

“Yes, it’s Old Zhao’s sword.” Chen Muye said calmly, “You are the child he chose. It was originally meant for Zhao Wentian, but since he uses a sword, I’ll entrust it to you for safekeeping.”

Lin Qiye silently gripped the hilt of the knife. "Alright."

Chen Muye walked up to the two of them. "The training camp starts in a month. I need to give you special training so you don't embarrass yourselves."

He truly lived up to his captaincy, arranging the training schedule for the two of them in just a few words.

Practiced martial arts in the morning.

This afternoon, shall I learn how to use the Forbidden Ruins with Wen Qimo?

I learned to shoot with Leng Xuan tonight.

“Captain.” Zhao Wentian raised his hand.

"Go on," Chen Muye said, stubbing out his cigarette and stepping on the ground.

"I want to practice shooting with Hongying."

"Get lost!" Chen Muyi said with disdain. "No dating within the team."

"No, Captain, what are you thinking?" Zhao Wentian looked innocent as he looked at Chen Muye, who ignored him. He then glanced at Lin Qiye, but still no one paid him any attention.

“Come on, Wentian, Hongying said you’re very good. You can give Lin Qiye a demonstration.”

Chen Muye raised his knife and charged directly at Zhao Wentian.

"Wait, Captain, this is the real thing." Zhao Wentian raised the knife and shook it.

"It doesn't matter." Chen Muye raised his knife expressionlessly and continued charging towards Zhao Wentian. "The result will be the same anyway."

Zhao Wentian stretched out his right hand and drew a straight knife as if drawing a sword, although the knife did not look much different from a sword.

The feeling of sword energy emanating from a mere gesture came instantly.

Zhao Wentian stepped out and disappeared.

He flashed back and was already behind Chen Muye.

Chen Muyi merely frowned at this.

Sword energy... Chen Muye guessed that this must be a sword technique bestowed upon him by the Kunpeng after it transformed. But, this kid's speed is too fast, isn't it?

Lin Qiye, who was standing to the side, was not too surprised either.

He had noticed the masked man's speed the first time he encountered him.

Moreover, his sword was no ordinary weapon.

More importantly, the first time I saw him... in the Forbidden Ruins, he looked like a person from the Great Xia Dynasty.

That phantom dared to point its sword at Michael. It seemed to want to kill Michael, and I immediately felt a strong sense of oppression.

The worst part is that he clearly heard the phantom mutter something before it disappeared: "None of them are any good."

It feels like bragging, but it also feels like it's really true.

However, one thing that particularly puzzled Lin Qiye was that Zhao Kongcheng's death seemed to Zhao Wentian as if nothing had happened.

A heartless guy like that might actually be a psychopath.

Lin Qiye couldn't help but shiver.

The bench instantly felt a bit hot.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the training ground, pulling Lin Qiye back to reality.

Zhao Wentian and Chen Muye clashed their straight swords, sparks flying.

When they paused, you could hear the sound of sparks falling to the ground.

The two quickly jumped backward.

They immediately clashed again, the two knives hitting each other.

clang!

With a flick of his wrist, the two knives collided, and Zhao Wentian's knife flew out of his hand.

"Your movements are too stiff. You need to use the finesse of your wrist, otherwise you'll end up like now, with the knife slipping from your hand."

Chen Muyi gave him a stern reprimand, and his hand, especially the area between his thumb and forefinger, swelled up a little skin and trembled slightly.

This kid is incredibly strong. No wonder he could pierce the head of the Demon King of the River Realm with a single sword strike!

Chen Muye's face darkened; it seemed he had only used brute force.

"Lin Qiye, you should do it."

Chen Muye pointed his knife at Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye glanced at the knife in his hand and said in astonishment, "Captain, this is a real knife."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Muye raised his head. "The result is the same anyway."

For some reason, Lin Qiye subconsciously glanced at Zhao Wentian.

"It's alright, the captain will go easy on you." Zhao Wentian raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, Captain, I'm going now."

Chen Muye nodded. "Let's go."

Lin Qiye's gaze sharpened.

He gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and charged towards Chen Muyi...