Fear and… Pleasure?

"Come in." Altar Master shouted in a low voice.

However, he only heard a "Dong" outside the door, and no other sound.

Altar Master frowned and pulled out a dagger from his coat. Then, he cautiously approached the door and looked outside through the peephole.

Outside the door, the underling he sent out was leaning against the door, motionless. There was no one behind him.

Has he succeeded?

However, Altar Master felt something was wrong. He opened the door quickly with his muscles tightened, ready to fight.

When the door opened, the underling, who was leaning against the door, suddenly fell at him.

Altar Master reached out his hands and dragged him into the room.

He looked around carefully once again to make sure there was nobody else.

"What's going on?" he stared at the subordinate in his arms and asked him harshly.

Even before he finished asking, Altar Master felt that something was wrong with this underling of his, for he only twitched and fell onto the ground softly.

Altar Master immediately pressed on the wrist of his underlings to feel his pulse—only to find that his pulse had stopped beating and the qi and blood had dissipated from his heart aperture… He was dead as a doornail! With no last words left!

He frowned and checked the state of the body.

There were no scars or traces of battle on his body, only some blood on his mask.

Altar Master carefully removed his mask with the dagger only to see the blue face of the underling. His eyes were bloodshot and bulged, and a stream of smelly blood was flowing down from his mouth.

There was a foul smell to the blood. Altar Master suddenly felt dizzy when he smelled it.

‘It's a poison!’

His underling was poisoned to death, and this poison was extremely toxic! It had blended into the corpse’s blood and turned it toxic. Now, even smelling his blood could poison someone!

Altar Master hurriedly swallowed a detoxifying pill and circulated true qi throughout his body to remove the toxins from his body.

Even the fumes were so toxic. How toxic the original poison would be?

That Song Shuhang was not an ordinary person after all.

Damn, ‘a freshman in Jangnan College’? ‘A young man who had just turned eighteen’? ‘His parents were still alive and he was gentle to everyone? All of these were false information.

Especially the goddamn 'gentle to all'! How could a person using such a horrible poison be gentle?

I’m sure Song Shuhang just used the false information to conceal his real identity, and was just… experiencing mundane life of a mortal!

Motherfuc*er, why did he make the information so realistic? Fu*k!

"Damn, the toxins won't get out!" Altar Master gnashed his teeth. The toxins had taken root in his body and were hard to remove. If he wanted to remove these toxins from his body, he may need to enter seclusion.

But now, he didn’t have the time.

The stupid underling! How dared he come all the way here after getting poisoned? A pig-like teammate! He was literally leading the way for enemy!

Perhaps that Song Shuhang had chased his underling to come this way.

He shouldn’t stay here anymore!

Altar Master sorted his stuff as quickly as possible.

Before he left, he sprinkled some corpse dissolving powder onto the underling’s body to obliterate all traces.

After finishing everything, Altar Master covered his mouth and nose, then jumped out of the window. He jumped away from the hotel under the cover of the night.

Here went the Plan B. He would find another way to contact this "Senior Song" to trade for his ghost spirit after he managed to remove the toxins in his body.

Night… was still long.

In the dark of the night, someone was happy, someone was upset, and someone was sad... the vicissitudes of life!

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June 6, 5 a.m.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes, full of spirit.

Then, he frowned as soon as he opened his eyes.

After having his body tempered, his sense of smell turned much sharper than ordinary people’s. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Also, the door of the bedroom was open—in June, Song Shuhang and his roommates would never leave the bedroom’s door open when they were sleeping, for mosquitos were rampant in this season. Nobody would sleep with the door open if he didn’t want to feed mosquito with himself.

‘Have my roommates come back?’ Song Shuhang wondered.

However, looking around, he found none of his roommates.

Looking through the bedroom, he could see the French door of the terrace open as well.

‘Is it a burglar?’ Song Shuhang got nervous. Burglary was actually common in the boys’ dormitories, especially those on the second floor that were the favorites of burglars.

‘Gee’, Song Shuhang jumped up. He should have been more vigilant! In his cupboard, there were twenty-one1 portions of medicinal herbs for refining 'body tempering liquid', which was something one couldn’t get with money.

If these medicinal herbs were stolen, he would cry his heart out.

When he got up, Song Shuhang's eyes were fixed on the ground—there was a blade without a handle lying on the floor. It was as sharp as a razor, gleaming with a cold light.

This was a sharp, thin knife with no handle. It should be used by pinching it between fingers or together with other tools. It required a certain technique to use such a blade. Only experts could handle it. This knife was definitely not for cutting fruit. Instead, it was a lethal weapon, killing without spilling blood.

A burglar needn’t and couldn’t use such a special and lethal weapon.

In addition to the smell of blood in the air… It was not a burglar!

If not for money, then he came for someone’s life?

Who was he going to kill?

Who else could be...

There was only him in the dormitory. Moreover, his roommates were just ordinary college students, and were unlikely to attract a killer.

Someone wanted to kill him!

In a flash, Song Shuhang felt his heart freeze.

He picked up the blade on the ground, his mind flooded with thoughts. He could not calm down.

When someone came over to kill him yesterday night, he was sleeping like a log! Thinking of this, he felt fearful. Though he didn’t know why the guy didn't kill him, he was almost killed.

Even if he had started Foundation Establishment, he was still an ordinary college student two days ago. It would be odd if he could keep calm after finding out that someone was trying to kill him!

However, Song Shuhang only let himself panic for three breaths, then he activated ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ and forced himself to calm down.

"I’m not afraid of death since I chose to be a cultivator." Song Shuhang opened his eyes and became more determined.

As he said this out loud and strengthened his resolve as a cultivator, the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ inside him underwent a breakthrough and reached a higher level. The 'true self' in his consciousness transcended the mundane world. This was how his 'true self' rediscovered himself. He was no longer an ordinary person, but a cultivator!

When he opened his eyes again, Song Shuhang pressed his chest softly.

The heartbeat... was still a little bit fast, but he was not afraid anymore.

He felt something that came from the depth of his heart—pleasure!

The assassination of the unknown guy and the feeling of facing death made him feel... quite amused!

Even though he himself was the target of the assassination, he was actually amused and entertained by something that would never happen to an ordinary college student.

For a second, Song Shuhang was a little skeptical, wondering if there was something wrong with his head.

‘If the guy did want to take my life, maybe... he had something to do with the one who was collecting information on me at school the day before yesterday.’

As he pondered, he played with the handleless blade that was shuttling between his fingers like a dancing butterfly.

He had thought about the guy's identity when Zhuge Yue told him that someone was probing into his background.

It couldn’t be the bad boys. After all, they were just ordinary students and lived under the rule of law. It’s impossible for them to hire a killer to kill me just for a small conflict—if the bad boys had such a power, they would have unified the entire world under their rule.

And, he was probably not one of the stalkers following Medicine Master, as most of the stalkers wanted to ask Medicine Master for some favor. An extremist might come up with the idea of kidnapping me to threaten Medicine Master, but the possibility is too low.

Then… it must be someone who has something to do with Soft Feather. Song Shuhang pulled out his pendant, looking at the ‘spirit-binding ice bead’.

Cool air was released from the ice bead in waves, which kept his mind clear and filled his head with wild thoughts.

Thinking of Soft Feather, Song Shuhang recalled something he was very concerned about!