Origin Paradise!

The top floor of Chuyao Tower.

The three of them took their seats.

Young Master Yan covered his face with his sleeve and coughed violently twice.

The princess, who already had little interest in banquets, put down her chopsticks completely this time.

She didn't have a severe case of mysophobia, but the disease that even the Grand Secretary's family couldn't cure was enough to make anyone who came fearful. The Imperial Hospital in the capital was full of skilled doctors, many of whom had specialized healing techniques. The fact that her illness had dragged on until today showed that it was frighteningly serious.

Jiang He took in the scene before her. In ancient times, the marriage age was relatively young, and Young Master Yan should have been a father long ago. However, due to an "unexplained cough," the Yan family declined countless marriage proposals.

This is not normal.

As the eldest grandson of the Grand Secretary, no matter how seriously ill this young master was, he shouldn't have been feared by the powerful families like a venomous snake. Either there was something wrong with his cough, or there was something wrong with the cause behind it. Considering his abnormal cultivation level and the two targets of the Yan family in the previous deduction, the possibility was reduced to very little.

"To cultivate oneself into a grandmaster through the countless deaths in a chaotic world?"

Jiang He pondered to himself that he could only deduce the process and the result. As for the key factor between the two, he had no clue for the time being. However, he could limit himself to the field of martial arts. Judging from the current situation where a Grandmaster Assassin suppressed four Governors, becoming a Grandmaster could indeed help the Yan family advance further.

"I plan to go out of the city to suppress the bandits. This matter requires the approval of the Prince's Palace, and I hope that the Yan family can provide some assistance."

Princess pondered. In her position, she naturally knew that the bandit leader Heishanhu was the black glove of the aristocratic families, specializing in doing dirty work that couldn't be seen in public. The four generals were unwilling to completely oppose the aristocratic families, and some of the generals even came from aristocratic families. However, the Prince of Anbei was undoubtedly happy to see this happen.

“I agree on behalf of my father.”

If the matter was accomplished, it was due to the capable leadership of the Prince of Anbei; if the bandit suppression failed, it was due to the inexperience of the princess. The word "substitute" was extremely useful.

"Is Your Excellency serious?"

Young Master Yan frowned. To kill his man right in front of him, wasn't this Earl a bit too arrogant?

"A promise once made cannot be false."

Jiang He lifted the lid of the wine jar in front of him, took a small sip, and his eyes lit up slightly. He had spent a lot of money to host the banquet, and the taste of the wine was significantly improved compared to the inferior rum.

"Lord Bo is very confident in his martial arts skills."

Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes. The so-called help was nothing but a joke. To put it bluntly, the other party was just like a commoner, challenging the Yan family to a duel.

It was only natural and reasonable that the general was killed in the ensuing infighting among the bandits.

"Since the princess has agreed on behalf of the prince, the North City Commandery will send troops out of the city to annihilate the bandit Black Mountain Tiger in a week."

Jiang He put down his wine cup, and the servants of Chu Yao Lou continued to serve dishes. The banquet costing a thousand taels of silver included thirty-six appetizers as garnishes alone.

Young Master Yan clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Then we shall wait and see."

The princess rose to leave, but her casual gaze suddenly sharpened, and she raised her eyebrows, shouting:

"Be careful."

The servant who was bringing the dishes suddenly quickened his pace. He drew a short sword as thin as a cicada's wing from beside the cutting board, and billowing smoke emanated from his body, instantly enveloping the banquet table.

It was as if a light, drizzling rain from Jiangnan was falling slanting down, and the short sword contained a terrifying sharpness.

For the assassins of the Misty Rain Pavilion, every attack is a single strike, releasing all their true energy in that single blow. The assassins practice a special Misty Rain Sword Technique, which allows their meridians to temporarily withstand the damage caused by the surge of true energy. Since the first strike fails, the assassins are powerless to fight again, and the risk of death is extremely high. Therefore, hiring the Misty Rain Pavilion is extremely expensive.

A sword's cold light illuminated the entire building; even the billowing smoke could not obscure its chilling and sharp edge.

Ding!

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

Jiang He's body surface was covered in sword-scaled dragon armor, and the short sword broke after it pierced the tip.

The servant's pupils contracted, and just as he was about to retreat, the other party suddenly released his mysterious protective divine power and deliberately rammed his chest into the broken sword, causing blood to splatter.

A punch that left no room for dodge, its hidden force surging, knocked the mid-level assassin unconscious.

Jiang He locked the unconscious prisoner in a small dark room.

On the other side, the princess made a fingerprint, and four yellow paper talismans flew out from her sleeves and surrounded herself. The wind talisman blew out a bone-chilling wind, dispersing all the smoke and dust. The grandmaster in the Five Dou Dao Palace was proficient in swordsmanship, talismans, thunder magic, and rituals. Each of his four direct disciples was one of them. This princess had also learned a heretical paper-making technique. The wind talisman landed and became a person. Unfortunately, the assassin had already disappeared.

"Uncle."

The princess stepped forward to help someone up, but was stopped by a wave of her hand; the person's chest was bleeding profusely.

Seeing the assassin escape through the smoke, Young Master Yan's expression turned grim. He said, "Lord, I swear to heaven that this assassination was not planned by the Yan family. You and I both know this. Last night, a Grandmaster died in the Hundred Household Courtyard. If it were the Yan family's doing, we would definitely hire those two top-rank deputy masters to be on the safe side. Even more so, we could invite the fourth-ranked Misty Rain Master in the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flipped down from the top of Chuyao Tower. This shadow of the Yan family stood in front of the young master to prevent Pingluanbo from taking the opportunity to cause trouble. Regardless of whether the other party was a hidden grandmaster-level expert, he was confident that he could delay until reinforcements arrived. As the core member, he had received great training from the Yan family, and his cultivation techniques and secret skills were naturally inherited from grandmasters.

On the other side, Granny Nine Poisons also emerged from behind a curtain not far away. She and the princess had arrived earlier and had ample time to hide.

Jiang He forcibly suppressed his advanced self-healing to prevent his wounds from healing. As for Young Master Yan's words, they were logical, but not necessarily true. If someone else had chosen this moment to launch an assassination, regardless of what was discussed at the banquet, it would have created a rift.

Jiang He's face was slightly pale. She said calmly, "That's enough for today. I need to go back to my residence to recuperate."

The princess realized that the Marquis of Pingluan had no trust in her whatsoever, and immediately said:

"The task of eliminating the bandits depends entirely on you, Lord. If needed, the Prince's Mansion can provide some assistance."

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you, Lord." Young Master Yan took his leave and departed accompanied by Shadow.

The banquet, which hadn't even finished serving all the dishes, came to an abrupt end.

Jiang He went out, got into a carriage, and went straight back to his residence.

……

Across the Jian River, restaurants lined the banks.

In a roadside liquor store, a handsome middle-aged man picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

If your subordinates do not arrive at the designated location on time, it means something bad has happened. Even if they appear later, they will lose their identity as members of the Misty Rain Pavilion.

By the time the wine shop waiter brought over the stew, the customer sitting by the window had already left.

As the owner of the Misty Rain Pavilion walked through the alley, a pretty maid dressed in coarse cloth came running up to him, panting.

"Hero, the young lady wishes to see you."

The misty rain pavilion master said helplessly, "We parted ways in the martial world in the past, and she has already married someone else. Now, I'm helping her brother this time, and the money and goods are settled. Our grudges are over, so please go back, young lady."

The pretty maid covered her mouth and chuckled, "Miss is pregnant, won't you go and see her, hero?"

"What!" The misty rain pavilion master's expression changed drastically. Miss Chen married into the Anbei Prince's mansion half a year ago. During that time, they had only secretly met a few times. The Anbei Prince not only lost his heir and his personal guard, but also had his fertility disabled by that person in the palace. This child was definitely not that prince's.

"Take me there quickly."

Just then, a thousand horsemen galloped across the Vermilion Bird Avenue, which runs north to south through Daming Prefecture.

Prince Anbei, dressed in a python robe, led his troops out of the city, heading straight for the dark Great Wall to the north.

"The barbarians are coming!"

Dozens of scouts were on the move through the streets and alleys. The northern barbarians had moved south and reached beyond the Great Wall. From this day forward, Daming Prefecture would be on high alert.

The maid smiled and said, "Miss is a clever and insightful person. She won't make things difficult for you, hero. When the general from the north of the city went north, Miss foresaw this day. Please come with me, hero."

Chapter 130 Eagle Breeding Room

When the northern barbarians marched south, the 50,000-strong army of Daming Prefecture did not break camp. The Prince of Anbei only led his guards to the Ink Great Wall. For a time, it was difficult for all parties to judge whether the situation at the front was critical.

Jiang He returned to the Marquis's residence, having received no news of the sudden turn of events.

“Something’s not right. The Prince of Anbei brought in outside help to suppress the four generals, but now he’s excluding them from the army. There must be some reason for this change.”

Before even entering, a familiar figure emerged from the nearby Prince's Mansion. It was none other than the owner of Jubao Tower. At this moment, the wealthy merchant was beaming with joy, looking as if he had just returned from a delightful trip.

"Greetings, Lord Lord." The owner of Jubaolou bowed slightly.

Jiang He nodded slightly and stepped through the front door.

Unfazed by the cold reception, the owner of Jubao Tower hummed a song as he boarded his carriage.

The bedroom of the Earl's residence.

Jiang He released the assassin from the small dark room in the item pouch and pierced his shoulder with a small, withered sword finger strike.

The assassin had just regained consciousness when he was knocked unconscious again by a punch. After this happened more than ten times, he was bleeding all over his body. The massive blood loss caused him to become mentally confused, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

"Who sent you?"

Jiang He activated his hypnotic abilities; the weaker the target's mental state, the better the hypnotic effect.

But when questioned, the assassin began to tremble violently, his chest heaving rapidly, his internal energy surging wildly, looking as if he was about to die suddenly.

Jiang He changed the question, repeatedly initiating hypnosis: "Where is your Misty Rain Pavilion's stronghold located?"

The assassin murmured, "Night market...eagle enclosure..."

Jiang He nodded, then smashed the other man's skull with a punch. In the end, this guy stabbed him, so he deserved to die.

……

The Earl's mansion was quiet at night.

A disguised figure left the bedroom, scaling walls and heading straight for the night market.

Jiang He easily leaped between the walls, his agility stat totaling 13 points, making him like a cheetah at its maximum speed. In his field of vision, the scenery flashed by, and there were still many pedestrians and vendors who had not yet closed their stalls along the Jian River.

After arriving at the night market, Jiang He slowed down after landing and went straight to the entrance of the eagle-raising house.

"What would you like to buy, sir?" the shop assistant asked with a broad smile.

The falconry house houses not only eagles, but also sparrows, swallows, eagles, and falcons, each with its own unique charm and extraordinary beauty.

Jiang He begins communicating with Wu He through animal companions.

"how's it going."

"Boss, I've met up with Second Brother, and we're about to leave the ice plains."

"Come and help."

"okay."

In the blink of an eye, a crow appeared on Jiang He's shoulder. With the full activation of his skills, hunters can not only enjoy remote communication and location sensing with animals regardless of distance, but also gain one opportunity to swap locations/spaces and teleport once a week, accumulating up to three times. The first teleport opportunity appeared after he made a contract with Zhuang Ya.

"I just killed a Yanyu Tower assassin."

Upon hearing this, the guy's muscles tensed up instantly.

Jiang He punched his opponent in the face, unleashing tremendous force and penetrating deep into his bones, turning his brain into mush. The man immediately collapsed and died.

"Hey boss, is this the underling you found for me?"

"What a coincidence."

Wuhe lifted his shoulder and began to rescue the flock of birds.

Seeing the shop assistant dead behind the counter, the old shopkeeper, who had been dozing off, instantly woke up and drew his slender short sword from under the counter.

The curtain on the left was lifted, and two more men strode out, one tall and one short, both gripping short swords, clearly prepared to deal with assassins targeting different targets.

"Young hero, our shop is honest and trustworthy, you wouldn't kill me on sight, would you?"

The old shopkeeper lowered his head. Finding this place meant that one of the assassins sent out had been captured. In the past few days, the only business they had was the one personally dispatched by the lord. But he didn't think that if the mission failed, the lord would have ignored informing them. Normally, if the Misty Rain Pavilion were to fall, the stronghold would be moved immediately.

Jiang He flicked out a small, withered sword finger, and a dark red stream of light flew out. The speed was so fast that the three assassins present all changed color.

The old shopkeeper immediately thrust out his sword, barely managing to strike the flowing light. The powerful corrosive force completely dissolved the thin short sword, and the remaining force forced him to retreat step by step.

The tall assassin immediately stepped forward, thrusting his short sword straight forward. Thick smoke billowed from his body, instantly filling the entire shop. His sword strike was imposing, as if it could cleave through the air.

call out!

Jiang He summoned his initial energy armor, threw a punch with one hand, and released the Great Glory Fist Imprint, which accurately struck the short sword.

The crisp sound of the sword shattering echoed.

Jiang He changed his fist into a palm, grabbed the tall assassin by the side of his neck, and slammed him to the ground.

His head smashed through the floor, and the tall assassin was immediately stunned. In his mind, there was only disbelief. His all-out sword had barely pierced through the enemy's protective profound skill, but failed to break through the rudimentary hard skill inside. Although there were martial artists who possessed two completely different defensive martial arts, they were extremely rare.

Suddenly, a large hole appeared in the surrounding smoke.

The short assassin drew his sword, aiming directly at the enemy's neck.

This guy knocked down his comrade head-on, and thinking he could instantly adjust his defensive direction to counterattack is absolutely wishful thinking.

With all his true energy released, the short assassin let out a low shout, unleashing the Misty Rain Sword Technique, which was ethereal and sharp, and was most adept at taking lives invisibly.

Suddenly, a large wing unfolded, each feather like a sharp iron blade, densely arranged together, reflecting a chilling light, while also exuding an eerie blood-red hue.

With a horizontal slash, the iron feathers stood upright, and with a single sweep, it was like a giant iron saw, slicing the short assassin who was close at hand in half.