The Strongest Sect of All Times

The two assassins let go of their professional attachments, outing the location of their organization with their own mouths. 

It was neither the inviting meal nor the two bowls of rice, but because of Liu Wanshi. 

While they were in the Ironbone Sect, they were there as detained prisoners. 

Yet when they arrived at the dining hall to do odd jobs, Liu Wanshi did not treat them as criminals but as friends. Not only did she make them delicious meals, she also asked about assassin-related matters. 

In the beginning, they were conflicted. 

But over time, their ice-cold hearts gradually melted with Liu Wanshi’s adorable antics. 

They forgot their statuses as assassins and treated themselves as waiters. Even after the disciples ate their meals, they took the initiative to talk with the little girl. 

“First Elder Brother Black, Second Elder Brother Black.”

One day, Liu Wanshi rested her chin in her hands and asked, “You spend all your time hiding in the night, not fearing those shadowy places, but isn’t it lonely?”

The speaker did not mean anything by it, but the listeners took it to heart. 

The two assassins put down their tableware, silent for a long time. 

Not one was born cold-blooded and no one was born brutal. 

The type of life where night was your partner, walking along a knife’s edge, who would enjoy that?

Liu Wanshi’s words touched the two ice-cold assassin’s innermost feelings. 

Just a moment ago, looking at how she carried those two bowls of rice with tears in her eyes, they understood heartache for the first time. 

“First Elder Brother Black, Second Elder Brother Black, Dudu pours her heart into each meal she makes. You must finish eating all of it, you cannot waste any of it!”

That was something Liu Wanshi often said. 

Therefore, when she stood before the scrap bucket, the two assassins finally gave up the qualities that assassins should have.

In order to prevent this pure-hearted and lovable small girl from being sad, we are absolutely willing to carry dirty bowls and betray the organization!

These two assassins… Mhm, not very cold. 

…

After learning the accurate location of Drizzle Pavilion, Jun Changxiao looked at the two assassins, who were wolfing down the meal. “These days, this lord has watched your performance. You may join the Ironbone Sect.”

“However.”

He paused and his voice became solemn, “If you are a person of the Ironbone Unyielding Sect for a day, you are a person of the Ironbone Unyielding Sect for life. Missing a year, missing one day, missing two hours means that it is not for a lifetime. Therefore, I need you to be absolutely loyal.”

“Sect Head, please don’t worry!” Liu Wanshi raised a hand, her big eyes filled with solemnity. “I swear on my life that First Elder Brother Black and Second Elder Brother Black will join and never betray the Ironbone Sect!”

The two assassins set down their chopsticks, grinning through mouthfuls of rice, tears streaming down their faces. 

I, Black One.

I, Black Two.

Even if I’m going to die, I will remain in the Ironbone Sect, working as Liu Wanshi’s hands and feet!

“Good.”

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers. “Qingyang, go get the entrance forms.”

“Yes.”

After Black One and Black Two filled out the forms and Jun Changxiao stamped the seal, the Ironbone Sect’s disciples increased from 148 to 150; the contribution points increased to 267. 

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission {Renounce the Dark and Seek the Light}, obtaining 50 contribution points!]

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 317/500.]

This hidden mission was absolute related to a four character idiom!

“Hmph.”

Standing in the kitchen, Ma Yongning hugged his sword. Looking at the two assassins, he disdained, “Unpromising fellows.”

“Uncle Ma!” Liu Wanshi waved, blinking her doe eyes and calling, “Do you want to join the Ironbone Sect?”

Little girl.

You’ve underestimated Uncle Ma’s dignity as a sword user!!

[Ding! Sect Members: 151/500.]

[Ding! Sect Contribution: 318/500.]

…

Sect’s main hall. 

Li Qingyang seriously said, “Sect Head, you inquired about Drizzle Pavilion’s headquarters. Is it possible that…”

“Correct.” 

Jun Changxiao had clasped his hands together, vision icy as he said, “Wipe it out.”

Li Qingyang said, “According to Black One, the Drizzle Pavilion master is a Fifth Stage Martial Master. With four peak Martial Apprentice level trump-card assassins, this is almost comparable to a seventh-grade sect.”

“Additionally,” he paused. “This type of assassination organization likes to hide in shadowy places, which are good for sneak attacks. Wanting to eliminate them is very difficult.”

At any time, Li Qingyang would always rationally analyze the situation. 

“Qingyang, facing these organizations which stray from the light, the best way is to delve deeper into the darkness than them, to be even more covert than them,” Jun Changxiao said. 

Li Qingyang understood; the sect head was going to completely destroy Drizzle Pavilion using the very tactics assassins excelled in.

Jun Changxiao continued, “You will temporarily handle the sect. This lord and Zuiji will go handle that crowd of disgusting flies which likes to hide in the shadows.”

Li Qingyang wanted to join them, but thinking of how the sect head always kept his promises, he nodded. “Disciple will handle the Ironbone Sect.”

…

Drizzle Pavilion was not in Qingyang Commandery, but in the remote mountains of another commandery. 

This organization had existed in Jianghu for a very long time. The way they worked was ‘if you give me enough money, I will help you eliminate the threat’.

Many sects or martial artists had enemies they needed to get rid of and would often contact the Drizzle Pavilion through underground channels, getting the assassins to solve their worries. 

Drizzle Pavilion’s internal divisions were very clear: the pavilion master at the top and in descending order, the trump-card assassins, gold-level assassins, and the silver-level assassins. 

Black One was gold, Black Two was silver. 

This type of organization kept rigidly defined strata and regulations; betraying the organization, failing a mission, or not returning within the designated time resulted in the death penalty.  

Black One and Black Two knew that because they had failed to return for so long, they had already violated the stipulations, which was another reason they confessed so easily. 

Bang!

Suddenly, the silence in the forest was broken by a loud sound, startling the birds in the trees. 

Shua!

Shua!

Shua!

Two shadows ran from a hidden place, landing at the base of a large tree. Seeing that their companion’s chest had been pierced, they were immediately vigilant. As they looked towards the sound of gunfire, they discovered no one near the tree or among the thick grass. 

“Shit, who ate a bear’s heart and leopard guts, daring to attack our Drizzle Pavilion from the shadows?” a black-clothed person angrily shouted. 

Bang—

At this time, there was the sound of gunfire once more.

Warm blood splattered the assassin's face as his partner, who had been right beside him, fell to the ground, chest pierced through. 

That Drizzle Pavilion assassin felt like his scalp had been blasted open, quickly turning around to run. 

Ka. 

Just as he turned around, something cold was pressed to his forehead. 

Wearing his sunglasses and smoking a cigar, Jun Changxiao held the Desert Eagle with his right hand. Finger on the trigger, he said, “May there be no guns in Heaven.”

Bang—

The sound of gunfire echoed once again, causing leaves to fall from the trees. 

After solving the three Drizzle Pavilion assassins, Jun Changxiao routinely searched the corpses. Determining that they had nothing valuable, he signaled to Xiao Zuiji, who had been hiding, and the two vanished. 

Shortly.

Alarmed by the sound of gunfire, more assassins showed up. When they saw the tragic deaths of their companions, they were filled with murderous rage.

This was their own domain, but they had unexpectedly been killed by others!

“One, two, three…”

Pressed to a moss-covered stone, weeds wrapped around his body like a camouflage suit, Xiao Zuiji was counting the number of people.

“Are there ten people?”

Xiao Zuiji pressed his eye to the scope, accurately locking onto an assassin's chest, and pulled the trigger. An arc of light exploded out with a ‘bang', shooting two assassins through the chest. 

On a distant branch, Jun Changxiao grinned. “Two birds with one stone; not bad, not bad.”

After offing two assassins, Xiao Zuiji picked up the Type 88 and crawled through the thick grass, switching his hiding place with the aid of his camouflage. 

In this complex maze of wooded mountains, it was a ghost-like showdown between a sniper and assassins!

However, currently speaking, the Drizzle Pavilion assassins were out in the open while Xiao Zuiji hidden somewhere.