The first thing Pyo-wol did was to examine the topography of the Qingcheng sect.
All assassinations start by knowing the surrounding terrain like the back of their palm. It was to figure out the best intrusion and escape routes in advance.
Surprisingly, many assassins tended to overlook this part. This was because preparation takes a lot of time and requires a lot of patience.
But more experienced assassins spend more time on these basics.
In that respect, Pyo-wol was born with the nature of an assassin.
He never stopped being vigilant even for a moment, and he had a habit of constantly observing his surroundings. The habit of not missing out on even the smallest change and taking note of everything helped him grow as an assassin.
Although this was his first actual battle, he grasped the surroundings as skillfully as an assassin who had committed numerous murders.
The Qingcheng sect itself was like a heavenly fortress.
The name Qingcheng (青城) was given because the peaks which were lined up in a row looked like a blue wall.
The moon wave protected by the blue castle was the Qingcheng wave.
Since the mountain was so steep, it was not easy to secure an infiltration and escape route.
There were numerous guards throughout Qingcheng Mountain. All of them were members of the Qingcheng faction.
They usually live separately, but when the Qingcheng sect has a problem, they move as one body. It is safe to say that the true strength of the Qingcheng sect lies in the people scattered across Mount Qingcheng.
It was already difficult to succeed with the assassination but it was even more difficult to get out safely after succeeding.
Moreover, the Qingcheng sect of today is at its best after decades. After the fall of the Tang sect, there was no sect that could stop the Qingcheng faction in Sichuan.
As such, the border of the Qingcheng sect was also ironclad.
It was almost impossible to figure out all the security rotations in one day.
It was beneficial for Pyo-wol to just give up, hide, and sneak out of Sichuan fortress after the siege was over.
Pyo-wol was aware of that too.
However, his nature and instincts were refusing to back down. The client had him kidnapped against his will, turned him into an assassin, then now having him disposed of.
He wanted to stop having his fate be controlled by other people.
If he steps back now, he will not be able to navigate his destiny by his own will until the end.
More than anything else, Pyo-wol wanted to destroy the client who had manipulated his own destiny.
For whatever reason, they withdrew the assassination and tried to destroy the evidence by attacking the children. They were trying to bury the fact that they had raised children and secretly attempted to assassinate them.
There was only one reason.
Things must have changed.
It was clear that their relationship with the assassination target had changed and that killing Woo Gunsang now was out of the question. There was no way to know the exact details, but it was clear that the assassination target was not supposed to die anyway.
That was the reason why Pyo-wol continued to do the seemingly impossible assassination.
After examining Mount Qingcheng, Pyo-wol came to one conclusion.
‘If you are not one of the people of the Qingcheng sect, you can never enter the interior of the sect.’
Pyo-wol hid where the entrance of the Qingcheng sect was visible and observed people coming and going. As the number one sect in Sichuan, Qingcheng was visited by thousands of people every day.
There were those who were affiliated with Jianghu, and there were those that supplied goods.
The entire Sichuan Province was bustling with the search for assassins who tried to attack the Qingcheng sect but the actual party involved was living a peaceful life.
This demonstrates the appearance of a giant who is not shaken by such trivial things.
Merchants and outside soldiers were excluded from the subject.
In order to freely roam the interior of the Qingcheng sect, it was necessary to be a member of the Qingcheng sect.
Pyo-wol’s eyes glowed.
It was because a young man who had just left the Qingcheng sect caught his eye.
He looked about four or five years younger than Pyo-wol.
He smiled brightly at the soldiers guarding the front door and went out alone. His detailed identity was unknown, but given his attitude toward the other members of the Qingcheng sect, it was clear that he was also a fellow disciple of the said faction.
Pyo-wol secretly followed him.
The young man hummed and walked without even thinking that someone would secretly follow him.
Dodong was Dojin, a third generation disciple of the Qingcheng sect.
Although Dojin was the youngest of the third-generation disciples, he was very talented and friendly so he was loved by many. He was now on his way to the nearby area to obtain medicinal herbs under the orders of his master
His father-in-law belonged to the Yakseondang (薬善賞) of the Qingcheng sect.
Naturally, Dojin also belonged to Yakseondang following his master and was doing one of his chores. One of which was collecting herbs from a nearby mountain.
“I guess I’ll head to the nearest— Kurgh!”
Dojin stopped his muttering and immediately felt something on his neck. Something had tightened around his throat.
He was not that far from the sect. If he can manage to scream, the Qingcheng soldiers will jump right in. But in the end, Dojin couldn’t scream.
Kwak!
The noose that tightened his throat suddenly lifted him up into the air.
Dojin’s body was flung onto a tree.
“Who—!”
Dojin was about to shout, when a sharp dagger pierced his thigh.
‘Kugh!’
Dojin screamed, his throat bursting. But his screams could not flow out of his mouth. Because the man who had stabbed him in the thigh with the sharp dagger was covering his mouth with a strong hand.
It was Pyo-wol.
The moment he looked into Pyo-wol’s eyes, Dojin froze.
Those were eyes that he had never seen in the Qingcheng sect.
It was a pair of eyes with an expression that could not simply be explained as either cold or emotionless.
The soft red light in his eyes reminded him of a snake.
Dojin was overwhelmed by Pyo-wol’s eyes and could not move.
He seemed to understand the feelings of a rat standing in front of a snake.
Now Dojin was a mouse.
And Pyo-wol was a viper full of deadly poison that could suffocate him anytime.
Even though Pyo-wol’s blood lust was suppressed, Dojin still couldn’t move. Pyo-wol’s presence greatly overwhelms him.
Pyo-wol closed Dojin’s mouth with his hands and asked.
“Are you a disciple of the Qingcheng sect? If yes, nod your head.”
Dojin nodded quickly.
“I’ll let you go now, so you can answer my questions. You better not consider screaming for help.”
Dojin nodded once more.
When he felt Pyo-wol loosening his hands, Do-jin forgot his promise and tried to shout out loud.
Kak!
He felt a fiery pain in his shoulder.
Pyo-wol covered his mouth again and drove a dagger. It was truly terrifying to see a blade as thin as a child’s finger piercing his shoulder.
‘Arggh!’
Dojin’s eyes shook.
Pyo-wol’s scared eyes seemed to have changed even more terrifyingly. It felt like Pyo-wol was really going to kill him the next time he screamed. So he desperately suppressed the scream.
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