Free Web NovelChapter 1590: Chapter 2: Deity and Its Clarity
Qiao Er walked slowly on the plank road, swaying back and forth in the mist, giving him a sense of nostalgia, like swinging during his childhood.
His former name was buried long ago.
He was called "Qiao Er" because when he woke up, he was hanging under the second bridge of his hometown... thus escaping the massacre.
The past holds nothing worth talking about, nothing but hatred.
He had lived in Linzi for a long time, spending most of his time blending in ordinarily, occasionally coming out to do some things.
Like gathering some intelligence, spreading some rumors, or killing a few people...
In this sinful city built on bones and cemented with blood, there were others like him. Of course, he didn’t know who they were, and they didn’t know him either. The only thing they were sure of was that they were not alone.
Because there was always communication being passed along.
In the heartland of this vast empire, they were secretly building a "home."
The communication was often interrupted, which was not uncommon. It happened when Cui Zhu assassinated the Emperor, Zhang Song wept at the shrine, and when the Summer Country sold out the organization’s leadership.
What they challenged was the existing order of this world, and each one of them knew how formidable their enemies were. Right now, the focus was on the Qi Country, but Qi Country was just one of their enemies.
Any difficulty could be encountered.
No difficulty could make them stop.
Even when communication was cut off, it was quickly restored.
Especially his line, which was personally connected by King Zhao, one of the organization’s highest leaders, coming to Linzi—how much courage that took?
Why were they able to do so many things? Why did they, from top to bottom, fearlessly sacrifice?
Because they had a common ideal lighting the way forward.
Qiao Er was always cautious. He wasn’t afraid of sacrificing, but he was afraid of his sacrifice being in vain. Afraid his body couldn’t become the kindling for the ideal.
What joy is there in living, what fear is there in death? Only when burned by the light of ideals can the past be consoled.
The last operation was at Shaking Light Square. It was meant to kill a young genius, to provoke Xie Huaian’s emotions, stir up waves, and weave a tide... but stopped because of Jiang Wang’s appearance.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t kill both Xie Baoshu and Jiang Wang; he just couldn’t ensure that they wouldn’t make any noise in the process... Jiang Wang’s ability to control sound had been clearly demonstrated in the Cui Zhu assassination case.
Moreover, King Zhao had particularly emphasized that Jiang Wang could be targeted, but it was best not to actually kill Jiang Wang.
With just a hint of uncertainty, Qiao Er chose to withdraw and remained silent until today. freewebnøvel.com
He did not fear death, but that matter, that young genius named Xie Baoshu, was not worth the risk.
What was obvious was... Jiang Wuqi was worth it.
Assassinating a palace master in Linzi was indeed an unbelievable thing.
But precisely because it was unbelievable, few dared to think in this direction.
Because of its impossibility, once successful, the impact would be immense. Even capturing the person alive and taking them out of Qi Boundary... the benefits were incalculable.
It was absolutely worth the risk.
The organization was willing to pay more for it.
Among the four palaces of Changle, Long Life, Hua Ying, and Yangxin, only the Long Life Palace had some possibility at the moment.
Since Jiang Wuqi stood naked with jade in his mouth before the Purple Pole Hall, Emperor Qi had not summoned this Prince. Once close, now distant. freewebnovёl.ƈom
The court knew the Eleventh Prince had fallen from favor, showing signs of deserted allies.
The civil and military officials once close to the Long Life Palace had all been exceptionally low-key lately.
Jiang Wuqi himself was also low-profile, absolutely not flamboyant. Besides going to Yunwu Mountain to watch the sunrise every day, he kept the palace doors locked, supposedly cultivating himself, not seeing outside guests.
Today was a great opportunity.
According to the latest intelligence, now that the great battle at Star Moon Plain had concluded, Jinguo’s many geniuses were about to return home in glory, and the entire empire’s eyes were fixed on them, inevitably relaxing attention elsewhere.
Yunwu Mountain was indeed remote. Even after the Hell Has No Door assassination incident, although the entire Linzi City’s defenses were much stricter, noticing the anomaly here in time was not so easy... Moreover, they had made ample preparations for this endeavor.
To take a step back, even if something went wrong, with his abilities, he would still have time to kill the Inner Mansion Realm’s Jiang Wuqi before the strongmen of Linzi arrived.
If he could trade his life for Emperor Jiang Shu’s most beloved son, what wouldn’t be worth it?
Thinking that he had the chance to make an Emperor like Jiang Shu suffer, Qiao Er felt extremely excited.
After a small victory over Jinguo, was Qi Country now swelling with pride, thinking the whole world would bow?
It was time to pour cold water on them...
With this thought, Qiao Er looked up at the sickly Prince ahead and slowly straightened his waist. His hunched figure gradually became upright, a gleam of cold light danced between his fingers.
Walking on the plank road shrouded in mist, like a hunter walking into his own trap. And in the trap, was today’s prey.
What surprised him was how calm Jiang Wuqi was.
Too calm.
Qiao Er was sure his transformation was seen by the other, Jiang Wuqi wasn’t distracted or anything.
Yet the Eleventh Prince of Daqi remained calm.
Not to mention running away or calling for help, not even slowing down a bit. Still walked directly towards him.
Was there an ambush?
Qiao Er’s emotions stirred.
