Chapter 113
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Chapter 113: The Oath of a Thousand Eyes
Gazing at the assassins before him, Zhang Yang found it difficult to articulate his emotions. Trust was an even more elusive concept.
He had always harbored a deep-seated wariness toward this profession.
After a prolonged silence, Blood Asura lifted his head and locked eyes with Zhang Yang.
Having personally witnessed Zhang Yang’s exploits at Moonview Tower, Blood Asura had gained some understanding of this young master.
"My ultimate ambition in this life is to break free from the assassin organization," Blood Asura declared once more.
Zhang Yang asked, "Aren’t you concerned that I might perceive this as a ploy to earn my trust?"
Blood Asura replied, "In time, Master, you will understand. Furthermore, I have studied your past and hold great respect for your character. I am confident that through my actions, I can persuade you to rescue my siblings from the Underworld Assassin Organization."
Zhang Yang’s interest was piqued further.
Blood Asura continued, speaking without pretense. "The Four Great Asuras and the Four Great Phantoms all came from the same village. Over three hundred children were abducted by the Underworld Assassin Organization, and only eight of us survived. The Four Great Asuras specialize in assassination, while the Four Great Phantoms excel in intelligence gathering. I am certain both will prove useful to you."
Intelligence?
The Vast Forest had no shortage of skilled individuals, but it was notably lacking in intelligence-gathering capabilities.
"Very well. I will observe your performance," Zhang Yang said.
Blood Asura was elated, though his face remained impassive. His eyes, however, flickered with a trace of excitement. He and his comrades had been conditioned to suppress their facial expressions.
"Rise," Zhang Yang commanded. "Accompany me to the Mo Family’s secret prison."
"Yes!"
Blood Asura stood and gestured, prompting the hundred Asura assassins to disperse and conceal themselves, ready to act at a moment’s notice.
He bowed slightly and reported, "Master, the Mo Family’s secret prison lies to the northwest. Please follow me."
Zhang Yang’s lips twitched. Yi Ren Zui had indeed mentioned the northwest, but it seemed he had taken a wrong turn and gotten lost once again.
Fortunately, Blood Asura knew the way.
The Mo Family’s secret prison was cleverly hidden beneath an unassuming fabric shop.
Upon their arrival, they were met with a gruesome sight—corpses and pools of blood.
Descending into the prison, the acrid stench of blood filled the air. Each cell had been breached, its occupants slain by a single sword thrust to the chest. Most of the prisoners had been restrained, their necks bound by collars that suppressed their powers, rendering them utterly defenseless.
"What a Tragedy."
Zhang Yang traversed the entire prison, yet he found not a single survivor.
"Master, this was the work of the Mo Family," Blood Asura deduced after examining the wounds.
"The Mo Family!" Zhang Yang seethed. He surmised that the victims were likely individuals from outside the Mo Family or distant relatives privy to the secrets of this place.
These people were sworn enemies of the Mo Family and adversaries of the Daxia royal family. Had they survived, they would undoubtedly have sought vengeance. Thus, the Mo Family had seized the opportunity to eliminate them, preempting future trouble.
One had to concede—the perpetrator was merciless.
One also had to acknowledge that these individuals had met an unjust end. Their powers had been formidable, possibly reaching the Opening the Sky realm or even the Immeasurable stage.
"We’re too late," Zhang Yang lamented. "Bury them all."
An Asura assassin stepped forward to remove the bodies.
As a middle-aged man was being dragged past Zhang Yang, his ears twitched slightly. “Wait,” he said, bending down to listen intently.
A faint heartbeat—almost imperceptible.
Zhang Yang’s heart leapt with joy. The man was still alive.
His hearing had become extraordinary; under normal circumstances, it would have been nearly impossible to detect such a weak sound.
Without hesitation, he retrieved a vial of sacred life water and administered it to the man, then followed up with pills to stop the bleeding and accelerate healing.
Throughout the entire process, Blood Asura and his assassins watched in bewilderment.
“Sacred life water…” Blood Asura muttered under his breath. “Master, is he truly worth it?”
Zhang Yang merely smiled, offering no reply.
He hadn’t stopped to consider whether it was worth it—perhaps because he had an abundance of sacred life water, and the loss felt negligible.
With just a single drop, the middle-aged man’s vitality surged back, and he instinctively began channeling his own energy.
His forbidden law collar had been removed, allowing his strength to flow freely once more.
With these combined efforts, the middle-aged man stirred awake.
"You… you saved me," he said weakly, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Sacred life water?"
Zhang Yang nodded.
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked, still frail.
"No," Zhang Yang replied simply, briefly explaining his reasons for being there.
The man’s expression shifted to one of confusion. "I cannot submit to anyone. I fear I may disappoint you."
"As long as you stand against the Great Xia Empire, I will not be disappointed," Zhang Yang said firmly.
The man’s face twisted into a fierce snarl. "Then you won’t be disappointed. I swear, in my lifetime, I will take revenge on the Daxia royal family. I will not rest until I destroy them or make them pay dearly!"
His declaration left Zhang Yang feeling somewhat satisfied.
After all, those imprisoned here were no ordinary individuals—they could not be easily swayed or subdued.
Through their conversation, Zhang Yang learned that the man was Gu Qianmu, hailing from the Western Desert rather than the Southern Region.
Once Gu Qianmu had regained about half of his strength, he prepared to take his leave.
Before departing, he vowed, “I will repay this life-saving grace. If I fail to do so, may I meet a wretched end.”
He left in haste.
Zhang Yang made no move to stop him.
"Master, you wasted a drop of sacred life water," Blood Asura remarked.
Zhang Yang noted that Blood Asura didn’t quite fit the mold of a typical assassin. Weren’t assassins supposed to be silent and reserved? Yet here he was, speaking freely.
Of course, it was possible that Blood Asura was trying to understand him better—or perhaps, to make himself better understood.
"A waste, you think?" Zhang Yang asked.
Blood Asura replied, "Too many people forget their debts of gratitude, or worse, repay kindness with malice. Such oaths hold little weight. If one’s cultivation is strong enough, and their backing powerful enough, they can easily break such promises."
Zhang Yang chuckled. "At the very least, he is a sworn enemy of the Daxia royal family. That much is unchangeable, isn’t it?"
"True," Blood Asura conceded.
"Then that’s enough," Zhang Yang said.
Blood Asura murmured, "A drop of sacred life water…"
Zhang Yang turned to him with a faint smile. "I have plenty of it. Perform well, and I might just reward you with some."
Some.
Not just a drop.
Blood Asura’s breathing quickened slightly. In his experience—or rather, in the Underworld Assassin Organization’s practices—even when severely injured during missions, they would never spare something as precious as sacred life water.
He gazed at Zhang Yang with a burning intensity, unsure if Zhang Yang would truly follow through. But seeing how he had used it on a stranger like Gu Qianmu, he felt a flicker of hope.
Mo Family
The Mo Family Estate stood empty once more.
The city guards, the Da Xuan Sect, the Mo Family’s external relatives, and even some members of the Mo Family who had been abroad had all fled.
Once, they had clung to the hope that the Mo Family’s strength would be restored and that they would return to the Imperial Capital in glory.
Now, they were consumed by despair.
With Mo Fei dead, what was left to hope for?
On the contrary, the Mo Family’s enemies would surely not let them off lightly, making it even more perilous to remain in the estate.
Zhang Yang’s New Base
With their departure, the Mo Family estate became Zhang Yang’s base in Mo City.
Upon his return, he waved his hand, and all the war statues flew out, blending into the shadows like silent sentinels, standing guard over the estate.
These war statues had undergone subtle transformations, bolstered by the alchemical divine stones, and now held the potential for advancement. However, true progress would not come overnight.
The purple-eyed Thunder Bird and the purple-golden Thunder Bird, which had been drifting away, also returned, perching atop the pavilions and adding an extra layer of defense.
With these forces in place, they now possessed the strength to deter any outsiders, ensuring that none dared to trespass.
Zhang Yang, accompanied by Blood Asura, set off to meet Xue Feishuang.
