Chapter 2444: Sunrise

“Call……”

Chu Jiang Wang let out a long breath, the cold mist in the air diffused a frosty color.

She slowly swallowed it back, exposing the eyes outside the mask. In her pupils, a delicate snowflake condensed.

Her body, instead, slowly warmed up, starting to have human body temperature.

“Your idea is very dangerous.” She tried her best to speak objectively.

“There’s simply no way to design it.”

“Jing Country is now in its most dangerous time. Yuan Tian Shen has surrendered, Tian Gong City is destroyed. No one, no force, can stop them from seeking revenge. Even those Ba Country people don't dare to touch Jing Country's bad luck.”

“Before killing Ji Yan Yue, she was still on a secret mission, it couldn't be done publicly. And there was Yi Zhen Dao attracting attention, which all directly led to the destruction of the organization. Everyone almost died once.”

“Last time in Cang Hai, you also said that with our strength, even if we knew what the Jing Hai Plan was from the beginning, we wouldn't have been able to stop it. Even if we crashed head-on in the Middle Ancient Heavenly Road, we wouldn't have been able to influence it.”

Qin Guang Wang had long ago given up on tracing the Jing Hai Plan—there was fundamentally no need to trace it anymore.

Now everyone knew. The Jing Hai Plan was a plan proposed by Jing Country's Prime Minister Lü Qiu Wen Yue, personally promoted by the Jing Country Emperor Ji Feng Zhou. It was a significant attempt by the Central Empire in Cang Hai. What happened in You Country was just an insignificant corner within that grand blueprint.

The pain of a few people in a certain sub-city of You Country didn't even count as a ripple.

Now, who should they seek revenge from?

The Jing Hai Plan also failed.

The Nine Sons Strange Beasts were all depleted.

Although Lü Qiu Wen Yue had resigned and her cultivation had reversed, she was still a powerful true person and always within Jing Country territory. There was fundamentally no possibility of killing her.

Perhaps they should stop!

Could it be that they were still targeting Ji Feng Zhou?

Many things that the first-hand experiencers found unforgettable were fundamentally no longer remembered by anyone.

“Leader.” Chu Jiang Wang said seriously: “I don't think you should still remember this matter.”

Qin Guang Wang was sitting in front of a desk, wearing a Confucian shirt, quite the scholar. He held a pen in his hand and was... drawing talismans.

He meticulously outlined on the yellow paper, not raising his head: “This is just a business.”

“This is not a good business.” Chu Jiang Wang said: “At the current stage, as long as the business is related to Jing Country, no matter how much the other party offers, we should refuse.”

Qin Guang Wang appreciated his own crooked blood talisman, like appreciating some peerless beauty, and said casually: “Someone once saved my life, that is the reward for this mission.”

Chu Jiang Wang opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

She had ten thousand reasons to refuse, but they were all shattered by this one.

“What? Let us go save Li Mao!?”

In the Ten Directions Ghost Mirror, in the grid belonging to Yan Luo Wang, the eyes not covered by the mask widened very clearly.

Although he had already offered everything to Qin Guang Wang and kowtowed to express loyalty.

At this moment, he couldn't help but waver.

He suspected that Qin Guang Wang was using a borrowed knife to kill, taking the opportunity to get rid of him—logically, getting rid of him didn't need to be so complicated.

Jing Country was clearly using Li Mao to fish, and fishing for big figures like Sheng Gong, Zhao Wang, and Shen Xia.

What was the scale of Hell No Door? Were they also going to get involved in this matter?

Even with the two newcomers added, all the Yan Luo tied together wouldn't fill this huge fish hook!

As an organization with an endless supply of new members and thriving, Hell No Door never stopped recruiting.

Considering that Zhuan Lun Wang was still suffering torture in Central Heavenly Prison and was not clearly dead, there were three positions open for recruitment: Song Di Wang, Bian Cheng Wang, and Tai Shan Wang.

Due to some reason—it was said that Bian Cheng Wang's left pet was very strict—in short, the sixth hall was temporarily vacant.

The freshly supplemented ones were Song Di Wang and Tai Shan Wang.

Wu Guan Wang had already examined them, both were very fresh.

The two newly joined Yan Luo, the fifth Song Di Wang and the fifth Tai Shan Wang, also looked at each other at this moment.

They seemed to suddenly understand why Hell No Door had only been established for a few years, yet they were already the fifth generation...

This was rushing to court death ah.

The new Song Di Wang's tone was serious, giving a feeling of uprightness and honesty: “You said this Li Mao... is he the one we know? The one who built Tian Gong City?”

His true identity was the contemporary face of Yi Country in the East Domain, the first expert of the young generation, Lin Jie.

Relying on the resources seized in the Star Moon Plain War and the Fa Xia War, as well as the study experience at Ji Xia Academy, he had just barely achieved Shen Lin last September.

He couldn't compare with those absolute geniuses, but he was already the pride of Yi Country.

The future was even more difficult.

Yi Country's strongest cultivator, only Great General Yan Po, was also only at the Shen Lin realm. He fundamentally had no way to give too much guidance. Even if he did, Lin Jie wouldn't dare to listen. General Yan had long lost hope of Dong Zhen, and what was even more frightening was that General Yan himself didn't know where he went wrong...

There was no road ahead. Exhausting Yi Country's resources and past accumulation had pushed him this far, which was already the limit.

He could only figure out a way himself.

His battle experience following Young Master Yan Da in the Star Moon Plain War had given him a huge stimulation.

He also thought about throwing Dao Yuan Stones around like it was a rich person's life ah!

In this world, those with background rely on background to make money, those without background can only risk their lives to earn money.

Someone like him, supported by a country, was already considered very good. At least in the early stages of the superordinary, he was stronger than many people, but at high grades, he could only conversely be dragged down by the country.

The country was no longer beneficial to him, yet the country still relied on him.

To be realistic—he didn't even dare to easily fight with people, afraid of injury. Once his golden body was injured and his jade marrow was lost, he could only lie at home, slowly recover, delay his cultivation time not to mention, it was very easy to leave sequelae and damage his origin. He couldn't afford the treatment. Going to the Qi Country Imperial Hospital for treatment once almost emptied the national treasury.

Extraordinary cultivators who were tight on money, how many would practice one or two medical dao techniques and solve small problems themselves? But everyone had their own profession. To practice to the level where one could treat a golden body and jade marrow required effort that was hard to calculate in days and months, and even more, one must have medical dao talent.

Otherwise, how could Ren Xin Guan and Dong Wang Valley earn Yuan Stones by the cartload!

For Lin Jie, there weren't many choices.

Qi Country had no war recently, the East Sea was already pacified. What flood and drought, what Yu Yuan, each was more difficult than the last.

In recent years, Hell No Door was in full swing and entered his vision.

Being an assassin wasn't bad.

Hundred trades, no high or low.

The famous Zhen He Zhen Jun, in the past, was still a guest of Bo Wang Hou.

By the way, he also participated in the Chao Wen Dao Heavenly Palace, but didn't pass the exam—the one who set the questions was too unreasonable, if you didn't want people to pass, just say so straight, don't try to make things difficult for people in different ways!

Ju Kui's scope was not just one star and a half point worse than Jiang Ge Lao.

Although born in Yi Country, which was close to Legalism and deeply influenced by the Three Penalties Palace, Lin Jie disliked Legalism very much.

Especially after he expressed his desire to go to the Three Penalties Palace to study, he was coldly refused.

What Legalist holy land, nothing more.

Wasn't it still favoritism, not fair at all?

Step back ten thousand steps, not a Legalist disciple, haven't learned law, can't go to the Legalist holy land to study?

He had no choice but to rely on himself.

Killing and arson Song Di Wang, national pillar General Lin!

He stayed happily in Hell No Door—did a few missions, his purse gradually filled—until today.

The leader of the organization usually looked quite smart, this time which door was he crazy?

He was willing to risk his life to fight, not willing to risk his life to deliver himself.

He stared at the Chu Jiang Wang who released the mission. As long as the other said a ‘yes’, he would immediately go to Jing Country to report it and get a reward.

Considering the arrogance of the Jing Country people, to avoid this assassin experience from being known, perhaps he should transfer the matter, or perhaps... don't know if Jiang Zhen Jun is interested in eradicating this poisonous tumor?

Chu Jiang Wang calmly looked ahead.

The Ten Directions Ghost Mirror reflected the standard masks under different eyes, and within the different eyes was the same resistance. Everyone was very sober.

Only Qin Guang Wang, who never wore a mask, was still like a handsome scholar, writing and drawing there—if You Country wasn't that You Country, if Jing Country hadn't raised turtles there once, he might really be a scholar ba? At Qing Ya Academy, or Long Men Academy.

“It is the Li Mao you know.” Chu Jiang Wang said: “But our mission is not to save Li Mao, just to make people think we are the ones saving Li Mao.”

“What's the difference?” Ping Deng Wang said: “For us people to go save Li Mao is a certain death outcome. To let people think we are saving Li Mao is also a certain death outcome.”

Although he was Ping Deng Wang, he had no relation to Ping Deng Country at all, and also did not approve of Ping Deng Country's ideals. He even didn't think those people in Ping Deng Country had ideals.

Just a group of thugs ba.

Hell No Door was of course also a group of thugs, but they were clearly priced, crystal clear, one hand pays, one hand kills, no painting cakes, no setting up ideal archways.

“The difference is very big.” Chu Jiang Wang seemed eternally calm: “First, saving Li Mao is an impossible task, pretending to save Li Mao is very easy to achieve. Second, truly saving Li Mao and pretending to save Li Mao, the input is completely different, there are also many more choices. You say the latter is also a certain death outcome, I disagree. Is the risk of truly killing with blades and spears the same as shouting and waving flags from afar?”

“Third, I am not talking about the difference now. I want to say, after we complete the mission, the possibility of escape. I also don't want to die, Qin Guang Wang also doesn't want to die, we will not make choices that lead to certain death.”

“Everyone here is smart, you all think this matter is very dangerous, without hope, of course, you know what kind of preparations Jing Country will make in this matter. But I want to tell everyone is—the net for catching whales, on the contrary, cannot catch small shrimp. You all think carefully, isn't this the reason? The trump cards prepared for strong Yan Dao practitioners like Sheng Gong and Zhao Wang, are they willing to use them on us?”

“Ji Xuan Zhen specially killed his way into Tian Gong City, yet only let one Beru go. What was the purpose of the Jing Country people? Nothing more than thinking that killing one Beru is not enough, they want to use Beru to fish out more, more important Ping Deng Country members.”

Chu Jiang Wang said: “We are not the targets of the Jing Country people, are we?”

“The one who employs us—I'll say it straight—what is the goal of Ping Deng Country? They want to save Beru, but first invited us, nothing more than to let us create a distraction, attract the attention of the Jing Country people. The Jing Country people will certainly know this. Ask among the members of Ping Deng Country and us, who will the Jing Country people prioritize killing?”

“There is no hatred between us and Jing Country, no interest dispute, we are just a pure assassin organization. We only do things for whoever pays. The whole world knows this. This time in the game between Jing Country and Ping Deng Country, we are just passers-by, just waving flags and shouting to build momentum. As soon as something goes wrong, we leave. Is it really very dangerous?”

“The reward is very rich!”

She broke it down, crushed it, and analyzed it one by one.

What was originally an impossible matter, under her analysis, seemed to truly have a chance of being achieved.

“That's how it's said...” The fifth Tai Shan Wang hesitated: “Can't guarantee that among those preparing to close the net in Jing Country, someone won't just be in a bad mood?”

Chu Jiang Wang still didn't know the true identity of this new Yan Luo. Hell No Door only recruited based on ability, everything else didn't matter—she only heard Qin Guang Wang say that he seemed to be a water race.

After last year's water control conference, the water race was not as low-key as usual. Many water race experts all came out to show their existence, striving for more discourse power for their race, and also actively integrating into this era.

After all, it was such a huge race, there were still many Shen Lin strong ones, it was hard to pinpoint a specific identity.

Chu Jiang Wang said: “You go out and walk around casually, and it's also possible to encounter some strong person in a bad mood. It's also possible that some pitiful person will encounter you in a bad mood. Tai Shan Wang, then will you not go out afterwards?”

As a water race, to run out and be an assassin, there must be a reason for striving.

These words just hit Tai Shan Wang's mood.

He closed his mouth and no longer objected.

Until Chu Jiang Wang convinced everyone, Qin Guang Wang then put down the tracing red vermilion pen, looked at the curse talisman with satisfaction, and said with a smile: “Good, just like this.”

Loyal Wu Guan Wang and Du Shi Wang naturally didn't need to be convinced. No matter what task Qin Guang Wang arranged, they would resolutely support it—regardless of whether they actually took action, verbal support would never be absent.

Saving Li Mao, what, even if Yin Guan said to kill Ji Xuan Zhen, they would also shout “Leader is wise”!

Dao Li three nine three zero year, third month five.

The morning light easily tore through the night curtain, the sky had few clouds.

It looked like it would be a good day.

Chou Tie stood on the edge of the Yellow River, like a silent iron tower. He held a plumb line in his hand, holding it level in front of him. The end of the rope fell straight down, rapidly probing into the water, startling many swimming fish.

This was a simple but tedious task, not consuming much spiritual energy, but requiring enough patience.

The long river surged, the water level constantly changed, the silt either accumulated or was washed away, and the river bank often had ups and downs.

As Jing Country's imperial appointed “River Official”, although the land under his feet was no longer Jing Country's territory, no one dared to block the road.

He needed to calculate this year's brand new one hundred and eight water level points, and then measure them one by one to get the most accurate water level data—he would calculate it once, Wei Country's Long Hu Tan Dong Fang Shi, Long Men Academy Dean Yao Fu, Yellow River General Manager Fu Yun Qin, they would also calculate it once. The four sides would check each other without error, and then it would be the final publicly released data.

According to the results of last year's water control conference discussion, the Yellow River Assembly would still continue.

From the perspective of the water level, it would also just be these two years—the time between this Yellow River Assembly and the previous one would not exceed thirteen years. It was still within the ten to fifteen year range, conforming to past rules.

This was good news, proving that the Long River had no major turbulence. As long as the Yellow River Assembly was smoothly held for one session, the influence of the death of the Long River Dragon Monarch's body would be thoroughly wiped clean.

Chou Tie looked into the distance, at the distant Tian Ma Plain. Lifting his eyes, he could see that Yin Xiao Heng's corpse had stopped there—that was exactly where the silt had been washed away, creating this section of the Yellow River.

But washed away by the Long River, what was only silt ne?

As the River Official, he also needed to clean up the accidentally leaked Huang Hun divine intent on the Tian Ma Plateau—the remnants of the old era were a deadly poison of the new era. A little leakage would bring endless disaster, and the people on both banks would suffer.

Yin Xiao Heng's death, to all Jing Country people, was a bolt from the blue.

He also went to Tian Ma Plain to see once. The three Zhen Jun guarding there had already left, but everything there had already solidified. He was also thinking about how this matter would finally end.

The sun seemed to be rising behind Tian Ma Plain, a kind of orange-red magnificence. Ten thousand li of clouds were gradually dyed open.

Chou Tie, who had cultivated his body and mind for many years, really liked this scenery—

After the eternal Huang Hun, there would be the sunrise that would always rise.

His eyes were also dyed by the morning light, dyed red and gold, representing the color of hope. And then, with a bone-jarring sound, they rolled out of his eye sockets!

Chou Tie's Dao body suddenly tensed, but in an instant, it went limp.

He seemed to smell a faint scent of tobacco, vaguely knowing that someone had approached.

But the remaining intact eye only saw a rattle drum floating on the water surface, drifting with the waves, swaying on and off.

That was the last scene seen by the River Official of the Great Jing Empire.