Ten thousand imperial gold coins!

It was a vast fortune even for those great forces. Now, knowing that Yao Susu wanted to pay so much money for Tingyu Tower, Lian Fei immediately hesitated.

"Susu, now that those great forces have taken action, Lin Xun would surly die even if we do nothing. Why would you still waste so much money to hire killers?"

Lian Fei was confused.

"Fei, it's inevitable to deal with other great forces if we want to gain a foothold in Mist City. And this operation of killing Lin Xun provides us a good opportunity to make friends with them."

Yao Susu continued, "As long as Lin Xun was killed by our killers, we could not only avenge your father's murder, but also take this opportunity to win the favor of other forces. It can kill two birds with one stone."

Lian Fei still frowned, "Need it cost ten thousand gold coins just for making friends with other forces?"

Yao Susu sighed, "Fei, here is Mist City, the capital of the Southwestern Province. Such opportunities may not come again!"

Noticing that Lian Fei wanted to say anything more, Yao Susu directly decided, "Ok, that's it!"

Though full of anger, Lian Fei dared not to say anything else when he noticed calm eyes of Susu.

...

In Tingyu Tower.

In a quaint room, Ting Yu in blue robe sat with the legs crossed calmly. He was playing the Guqin (a seven-stringed plucked instrument in some ways similar to the zither), and the melody was desolate.

Outside the window, there was the rainstorm and thunder. But all of these sounds couldn't drown out such a lonesome sound.

"Master, shall we take action now?"

Outside the door, a voice with respect arose.

Clang!

There was a suddenly rising tone of the Guqin in the room. Soon, it fell into silence immediately.

"Tonight, the city is covered by the momentum of murder. The odds are against Lin Xun. However, this employer insisted on doing so. Maybe there is other more important intention."

Ting Yu said in a melodious and low voice, "Have you found out who the employer is?"

"It seems to have something to do with the great practitioner--- Yao Tuohai."

That respectful and submissive voice replied.

"Yao Tuohai..."

Thinking for a while, Ting Yu said, "Considering it's Yao Tuohai, we should give him face. Now let Residual Snow, Ghost Moon and Gray Mink take action!"

"OK."

That voice got the order and left.

...

In a dark basement of Mist City.

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Xun swallowed a bottle of Sapphire Gang-refining Pills and began to run his Qi for recovery without hesitation.

Fighting all the night made Lin Xun's power consume a lot. Especially he used the Reaching for the Stars twice when he killed Lu Zhong and Residual Wind, which almost used up all his strength.

The power of this move was great, but it would consume much of the spiritual gang power. Although Lin Xun now was in the Human-gang Realm, it still consumed a lot to use the move twice.

And he had to recover his strength as soon as possible.

This basement was prepared for Lin Xun by Chu Feng. There were more than ten basements for hiding like this in the whole city.

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All of these hiding places had been ready, so that Lin Xun could have a place to hide for a while.

As he run his Qi, he felt the condition of his body. There were a number of wounds caused in the battle.

However, they were not serious and didn't have much effect on the fight.

"Next, it's my turn to fight back…"

Lin Xun thought, after killing Lu Zhong and Residual Wind, he finally broke through the heavy siege. When he recovered, he could return to give them a back thrust.

In this way, he was no longer a prey but a hunter!

After a half hour.

Lin began to check on the rest of his equipment as soon as he recovered.

There are three Burning Sunglow crossbows, two Black Spirit sabers, more than ten bottles of medicine, and some other items needed in the fight.

Lin estimated that, as long as there were not too powerful rivals, these strategic materials were enough to support himself until dawn.

Eh?

Inadvertently, Lin Xun noticed the gray bead he had stored in his Small Sumeru Ring again.

What exactly was it?

Lin Xun held it in his hand. In a moment, he felt a familiar cold breath, as if he was stared at by an ancient evil, which frightened him.

Suddenly, Lin Xun operated the Meditating Magic, and visualized the image of "the eternal night sky and the bright stars" to keep calm. Just in a flash, that cold breath collapsed and disappeared.

Lin Xun's mind became clear. He noticed that the gray bead was changing quietly.

Inside the bead, there was spiritual light like gray sea, which gradually evolved into the shape of a big bow. It seemed that a holy longbow was sealed inside the bead, struggling and trying to break out of the bead.

A wisp of spiritual Gang power in his fingertip was released and poured into the gray bead.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the gray bead totally changed and turned into a bow, lying in his hands.

Lin Xun was shocked by such an amazing scene. It was the first time for him to see that a mysterious bow could turn into a big bow.

What kind of treasure was this?

Among all the spiritual weapons in the world, only the armors with spiritual tattoos could be sealed in a small bead with such magic means.

But it was not the armor with spiritual tattoos but a bow!

That was amazing!

Soon, Lin Xun was attracted by the appearance of the longbow. The bow was quite ferocious, made up of skulls and full of violent and cold breath.

The string of the bow was in a strange color of blood red. The white skull body and the thin string were perfectly combined together, forming a thrilling picture.

But it was quite light like a feather. If it was carefully noticed, it was full of natural beauty, as if it was not created by someone but a natural thing!

Lin Xun tried to draw the bow. At the moment the bow was drew fully, Lin Xun felt a cold breath poured over his body.

Suddenly, the world was totally different. He could see the tiny dust floating in the air, the track of air flowing in the dark slowly, an ant caterpillar sleeping in the corner of the wall…

Besides, Lin Xun could feel that all his emotions seemed to disappear, leaving only calmness like ice and snow.

Under this extreme calmness, it seemed that he could use the bow to kill anyone else as long as he was willing to!

It was such a strong feeling that Lin Xun doubted that he no long belonged to himself, but a god having the unique skill of archery!

The feeling was so amazing that one could not help indulging in it. But there was a hint of vigilance in Lin Xun's mind.

Something must be wrong!

It seemed that this bow was controlling him!

Suddenly, Lin Xun tried his best to awake from the state of extreme calmness and gasped for a while, before he found that his back had been soaked with cold sweat.

When he looked at the strange bow again, Lin Xin's gaze had changed slightly, with a deep shock and fear.

This bow could influence the mind and commandeer the will of people! What kind of bow was this?

Before, Lin Xun wondered why Residual Wind had such an amazing skill of assassination with the general cultivation. Now he knew that it owed to this bow!

In that state of extreme calmness, the mystical power of the bow did allow the general practitioner to exert unimaginable power.

But Lin Xun was extremely afraid of it. This bow would affect the mind and even occupy the will of the practitioner, as if it was clever. He had to keep vigilant in case that it took the opportunity to encroach on the body, which was quite horrible!

Also, Lin Xun found that, just an act of drawing the bow could consume the power of his soul, as if it had been devoured.

In other words, randomly using this bow was very likely to cause great damage to one's soul!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xun examined the bow again. This time he used his power of perception. Suddenly, it seemed that he came to a boundless gray wasteland, and a bow was suspended in the sky, releasing a cold breath.

Suddenly, the sky in the distance shattered into pieces, and an ancient Tuo Dragon (the ninth son of King Dragon in Chinese myth) as huge as a winding mountain emerged. As soon as it appeared, it roared at the sky. Its thunderous roar shattered one mountain after another, quite ferocious.

At this time, a touch of gray luster rippled through the bow, which was suspended in the sky. And the bow was suddenly drawn fully and then sent out a dreamlike light.

In a blink of an eye, the huge Tuo Dragon silently turned into blood as if it was made of paper, dyeing the sky red.

When an arrow was shot silently, a ferocious Tuo Dragon fell to the ground. Its whole body like a huge mountain turned into blood and disappeared silently…

It was a silent shock, though there was no deafening roar.

Lin Xun took a deep breath and came back to earth suddenly. All the illusions disappeared, except a strange bow, full of magic.

Almost at the same time, "Insignificance", a name he had never heard of, emerged in his mind.

Insignificance?

Was it the name of the bow?

Lin Xun touched the light cold longbow, as a strange feeling rose in his mind.

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