“Life spans but fifty years, fleeting as a dream. Is there truly anyone in this world who is immortal?” A shirtless man sat beside a lakeshore, rinsing a wound as he murmured to himself. 0

Given his level of cultivation, such treatment was wholly unnecessary, as he healed quickly without aid. Yet the gesture was a long-standing habit from his youth, more a meaningless routine than a necessity.0

Beside him lay his sheathed blade, about a meter long, straight as a drying rod.0

In Fenglin, there was no categorization of semi-immortal or immortal objects. Instead, they had yoto (demonic sword) or meito (famous sword), which were roughly equivalent to semi-immortal objects. Those who wielded such blades were, without exception, extraordinary figures.1

This man was none other than the lead assassin who attempted to kill the Sage Qingwei in Xiujing that day.0

There had been 18 assassins in total, all of them Heavenly Beings. Together, they were a force capable of shaking all of Fenglin. Yet the result was tragic—13 slain, 4 escaped, and 1 captured alive.0

He was one of the four who escaped, named Katsura Yoshiyuki, the strongest among the ...1