Chapter 213: Easy Slaying, Again Using Dream Entry

Night Owl is a codename in the Night Soul Organization; starting from Foundation Establishment, only the strongest assassin in each realm is granted the title of Night Owl.

What is the strongest?

Defeating the strong with the weak, assassinating a Golden Core cultivator at Foundation Establishment—that is the strongest!

Such a genius assassin might not appear even once in a thousand years.

Jin Yi is the genius assassin in this generation of the Night Soul assassin organization who is most likely to receive the Night Owl title at the Golden Core stage.

Three years ago, he, with late Golden Core cultivation, seriously wounded a Nascent Soul True Lord in an assassination; instantly, the name Jin Yi became famous throughout the cultivation world, and in the Night Soul Organization he received unprecedented attention.

The name Jin Yi is the Night Soul Organization's expectation of him.

This time, to assassinate the recently renowned Wang Tianjiao, the Night Soul Organization had him personally carry it out, aiming for absolute certainty, leaving no trace, and ensuring no clues would be detected.

After all, his master Zhanjun Tiezhan is not to be provoked; if his only disciple were killed, even the Night Soul Organization would likely suffer a heavy price—possibly the loss of many Golden Core True Persons, the fall of Nascent Soul True Lords, and even their Spirit Transformation Ancestors.

Such a price the Night Owl cannot bear, so this matter must be carried out secretly.

As a disciple of Zhanjun, Wang Ping's hidden trump cards are unknown; to be safe, the Night Owl dispatched eight Golden Core assassins, and the leader Jin Yi also held a spiritual treasure to counter Wang Tianjiao's hidden trump cards.

Upon receiving the mission, Jin Yi immediately went to the Yunluo Mountain Range, observed for three full months, and ultimately chose to retreat on the day Wang Tianjiao formed his Golden Core; his intuition told him that there might be something unimaginable there.

Later, he indeed learned that a Spirit Transformation cultivator personally guarded Wang Ping, which relieved him; had he not been consistently cautious, he might have directly run into an iron plate.

After leaving the Yunluo Mountain Range, Jin Yi's original plan was to set an ambush in the Wuqí Mountain Range, but then a heavenly anomaly occurred; a dark light fell from the sky, destroying most of the Wuqí Mountain Range, and later Spirit Transformation cultivators fought there, causing countless demonic beasts to flee outward.

Seeing this, Jin Yi devised a plan, using beast-attracting incense to lure a large number of demonic beasts into the Yunluo Mountain Range!

Originally Jin Yi thought Wang Ping would die at the hands of the demonic beasts, but that daytime battle utterly shocked him—having such strength upon just entering the Golden Core stage was utterly inconceivable.

If more time passed, he might not even be able to successfully assassinate him; to avoid giving the enemy time to plot, Jin Yi planned tonight's operation, aiming to draw away most cultivators and create time for their actions.

The plan went smoothly; the demonic beasts' riot drew most cultivators into the fray, while they could seize the opportunity to rush to Longevity Peak and kill Wang Ping as quickly as possible.

At Longevity Peak, less than a thousand zhang high, Jin Yi and his eight companions saw the cave dwelling on the peak after only the time it takes to finish a cup of tea.

They spoke none, quickly climbing upward, unaware that they had already entered another space.

By the time they realized, it was already too late!

"Sir! Something's off—why is it as bright as daytime here? Have we entered a formation?" a Golden Core cultivator asked, while his divine sense kept scanning, yet he detected no abnormality.

Facing the situation, Jin Yi also frowned slightly; it seemed like a formation, but not quite!

His expression instantly turned solemn; such unknown changes often foreshadow impending trouble.

"First try using the formation-breaking cone!" Jin Yi ordered.

"Yes, sir!" a Golden Core cultivator slapped his storage bag and took out a cone emitting silver light.

In the Night Soul Organization, ranks are strict; Jin Yi far surpasses the other seven in position, strength, and battle record, so no one dares to disobey his words.

After taking out the cone, that Golden Core cultivator glanced at Jin Yi, and upon seeing Jin Yi nod, he was about to activate the formation-breaking cone when suddenly a tremendous pressure surged upon him, instantly rendering him immobile.

Meanwhile, his companions detected nothing abnormal and continued to cautiously observe their surroundings.

But they soon noticed the anomaly, someone even shouting lowly: "Jin Shisan, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and use the formation-breaking cone!"

At that moment, a clear voice sounded:

"Using such a fine thing here would be a waste!"

This sudden voice startled several Golden Core cultivators; they had not yet spotted where the speaker was.

"Who are you? Why have you come to assassinate me?"

Now they finally understood who the voice belonged to; Jin Yi narrowed his eyes, his internal spiritual treasure quietly activated, while outwardly he remained cautious.

Then Wang Ping's voice sounded again: "Since you won't speak—then go die!"

Including Jin Yi, all cultivators turned pale with shock, as they sensed countless compressive forces surging from all directions—a pressure they had never seen in their lives, against which they could not resist.

Everyone showed fear; if Wang Ping had tortured them for confession, they might have resisted to the end, but his illogical way of playing cards put them instantly in mortal danger, nearly breaking their psychological defense.

The compressive force within the Silver Magic Cube acted not only on their bodies but also brutally crushed their souls.

The double-layered agony, plus the suddenness and the threat of death, caused several Golden Core cultivators' mental defenses to shatter; they wanted to beg for mercy, but it was already too late.

Boom! Boom! Boom!... Within a single breath, five Golden Core cultivators were directly crushed and exploded by the pressure.

Jin Yi's face showed despair; he never imagined that a single assassination would cost him his life, descending to the Yellow Springs—crucially, he died feeling stifled, his eyes filled with resentment; for his current status, he does not know how much suffering he endured, how many life‑and‑death crises he survived, before receiving key cultivation in the Night Soul Organization.

Yet he had not yet enjoyed it, and all this was ending; how could he resign himself? At the same time, toward Wang Ping, his heart gave rise to endless fear—this person is too terrifying; in the daytime battle he suffered not a single wound, and everything was a ploy!

How could there be such a terrifying person in the world!

Boom!

Finally, Jin Yi, filled with endless resentment, exploded within the magic cube.

The spiritual treasure within him also emerged—a black spiritual halberd, emanating endless murderous intent.

Wang Ping gestured, and the spiritual treasure flew into his hand; the treasure had already given birth to spiritual intelligence, capable of inhaling and exhaling the world's mighty power for cultivation.

The original owner's mark on this spiritual treasure had been wiped away in the recent compression, but the mark inside the treasure remained intact.

When Wang Ping grasped it, the black spiritual halberd still resisted, but with the Silver Magic Cube present, it was destined never to overturn; Wang Ping casually waved it a few times and nodded in satisfaction.

This was also his first time seeing a spiritual treasure; such a shaped spiritual treasure should be rare in the cultivation world. First, he suppressed the halberd deep within the magic cube's space; next, he had one more thing to do: perform the Dream Entry Great Method to see who wanted to kill him.

With the Silver Magic Cube present, nothing could block his search for the truth—that is why he unhesitatingly slaughtered those several Golden Core cultivators.

Wang Ping closed his eyes; soon, gray mist appeared again, and he found himself within his own dream.