His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Lady Xueyan sat back down, her movements tinged with anger. Wuyi sensed her emotional imbalance, likely due to the loss of the elder. After all, she was the pavilion's leader.
"I'm not certain that hiring you is the right course of action," she said.
"It may not be," Wuyi agreed. "But you summoned me and my faction because we are perhaps the only group of cultivators willing to undertake such a task, one that other factions might deem too dangerous or beneath them. And so, here we are. We have travelled long; my men need to be compensated, or they might become displeased. I don't think you want a group of displeased Qi warriors on your doorstep, Lady." His voice had unconsciously softened.
"Is that a threat?" she inquired.
Ignoring her question, Wuyi reached into his storage bag again and pulled out an enchanted paper holding an arrow.
Lady Xueyan recoiled as if it were venomous. "My men discovered this," he said.
She turned her face away.