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10 - ASSASSIN'S PRESCRIPTION II
Author: CYRA MCKENZIE
last update2026-08-03 02:22:57

Zhentian followed closely, adjusting his steps to mimic the way Ye Canghai moved through the dense water.

The old man seemed to glide over the mud without disturbing a single grain of dirt or kicking up any debris.

Zhentian focused heavily on his own feet, placing them carefully to avoid snapping any hidden twigs of coral.

The silence between them stretched out, broken only by the distant, low rumble of the ocean currents shifting above.

He watched how Ye Canghai blended into the shadows, reali
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  • 10 - ASSASSIN'S PRESCRIPTION II

    Zhentian followed closely, adjusting his steps to mimic the way Ye Canghai moved through the dense water.The old man seemed to glide over the mud without disturbing a single grain of dirt or kicking up any debris.Zhentian focused heavily on his own feet, placing them carefully to avoid snapping any hidden twigs of coral.The silence between them stretched out, broken only by the distant, low rumble of the ocean currents shifting above.He watched how Ye Canghai blended into the shadows, realizing the old man was always positioning himself near cover."You move like you are always being hunted," Zhentian observed softly."Everything is hunted eventually," Ye Canghai replied, keeping his eyes on the path ahead.They finally stopped at the edge of a massive, vertical cliff that plunged into absolute darkness.Zhentian stood near the precipice, looking down into the yawning black chasm beneath his boots.He could not see the bottom, but the water temperature was noticeably colder near t

  • 9 - ASSASSIN'S PRESCRIPTION I

    Ye Canghai’s threat lingered in the freezing water long after the actual words were spoken.Zhentian stared up at the old man from his place in the mud.He did not argue or offer empty promises about doing better next time.He simply nodded once."Good," Ye Canghai said, stepping backward into the shadows of the trench."Now fix your shoulder before it sets wrong and cripples you forever."Zhentian shifted his weight, biting back a groan as the broken collarbone ground against itself."Without Qi to numb the nerves, you are going to feel every single movement," Ye Canghai added from the dark."I know," Zhentian replied, his voice barely a rough rasp.He reached his good hand across his chest to feel the jagged lump protruding under his cold skin.The bone had snapped cleanly in two when he initially hit the surface of the ocean.He needed to push the overlapping pieces back into proper alignment immediately.He took a shallow breath, filling his lungs with the tiny amount of oxygen fi

  • 8 - BLOOD II

    He wondered if Mo Wudi was currently sitting in a warm pavilion at the Azure Dragon Hall, sipping premium tea and celebrating his flawless victory.The thought should have filled him with a burning wrath, but he was simply too tired to hold onto the anger anymore.He let his heavy eyelids fall shut, surrendering to the quiet darkness as his heartbeat slowed to a faint, irregular flutter.He did not know how long he drifted in that silent, painless void beneath the crushing weight of the ocean.Consciousness returned not as a slow dawn, but as a blinding explosion of pure agony that shattered his peaceful oblivion.A guttural scream tore itself from his throat as the unmistakable smell of searing flesh filled the water around him.His eyes snapped open to find Ye Canghai kneeling over him with a fist-sized, glowing red thermal rock clutched in a pair of bone tongs.The old man was pressing the super-heated stone directly into the ragged, bleeding tear Mo Wudi had left in Zhentian's che

  • 7 - BLOOD I

    He did not try to summon a glowing shield or strike back with the elegant martial arts of his former life.Instead, he surrendered to gravity and let his failing knees give out to drop backward into the freezing mud.The Abyssal Crawler sailed right over him with terrifying speed, its sheer bulk displacing enough water to create a turbulent downward current.Zhentian landed hard on his back, his shattered right collarbone screaming in protest as he slammed against the scattered debris of the ocean floor.He reached his uninjured left hand blindly into the dark muck beside his hip while the water above him churned violently.His fingers closed around the smooth curve of the ancient petrified ribcage he had rested against just moments ago.Panic threatened to freeze his lungs as the massive shadow of the beast blocked out the faint bioluminescence drifting from the trench walls.He channeled every ounce of his terror and rage into his grip, twisting his wrist to snap a jagged shard from

  • 6 - ABYSSAL II

    A fresh, massive cloud of crimson spilled out from his ribs, billowing up into the dark current like a blossoming flower.Zhentian slumped forward, his forehead resting against a smooth piece of petrified bone as his vision began to darken at the edges.The pain was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating despair of knowing his cultivation journey was over before it ever truly began.He would never fly across the heavens, he would never wield a profound weapon, and he would never stand before Mo Wudi as an equal again."You are forcing a broken tool to do the work of a master craftsman," Ye Canghai said, shaking his head slowly."I have to stop the bleeding," Zhentian gasped, his breath hitching as the icy water rushed directly into the open wound."Using a Yellow Root to circulate Qi in this environment is like using a dry twig to stop a rushing river," the old man noted calmly."It is only going to snap and cause you more pain.""Then what do you suggest I do?"

  • 5 - ABYSSAL I

    Ye Canghai delivered the warning with a casual indifference that made the freezing ocean currents feel warm by comparison.Zhentian glared at the old man sitting on the throne of leviathan skulls, refusing to let his vision blur.He pushed his uninjured hand deeper into the thick mud, forcing his trembling muscles to support his weight.His right shoulder slumped at a sickening angle, the shattered collarbone grinding against itself with every microscopic shift."I told you," Zhentian ground out through clenched teeth, tasting fresh blood on his tongue."I am not going to die in the dirt."He managed to lift his chest another inch off the seabed, aiming to drag his knees beneath his body.The moment he shifted his center of gravity, a blinding flash of agony ripped through his hollowed torso.The stab wound Mo Wudi had left behind was not just a puncture in his flesh.It was a gaping, ragged tear that led directly into the empty space where his cultivation foundation used to reside.H

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