Chapter 49: Assassination

In the darkness, Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong wore black tight-fitting clothes, hiding in the shadows of a corner. After the patrolling yamen runners passed by, the two of them tiptoed toward the west of the city.

Meng Yifan's Lingbo Microsteps lightness skill could already be considered at the introductory level; those eighty-one basic footwork patterns were already mastered by heart, as if he had started practicing them since childhood. Having mastered these eighty-one basic footwork patterns, Meng Yifan could better exert his 70 points of body speed.

Even without using True Qi, Meng Yifan's speed was extremely fast, and it was not just his speed that was fast; his movements were also very elegant, just like a well-read scholar taking a leisurely stroll under the moon.

Meng Dayong's movements were more than a notch worse. Although he was now also a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist, he had never learned any lightness skill. He had also looked at the Lingbo Microsteps lightness skill that Meng Yifan had bought, but he simply could not find a way to enter the door.

Meng Yifan explained his experience in performing Lingbo Microsteps to Meng Dayong, but he could not learn it all at once either. In cultivating martial arts, apart from someone like Meng Yifan who had a cheat, others had no shortcuts to take; they could only take it one step at a time, working hard and practicing diligently.

However, people are different; those one-in-ten-thousand martial arts geniuses could easily get started, while those with average aptitude could also learn it if they put in more effort.

If it were a good-for-nothing like Meng Yifan with an aptitude of only 0.2, letting him cultivate Lingbo Microsteps by himself would truly be twice the effort for half the result, and he might never be able to master this lightness skill in his entire life.

The house Meng Dayong bought was located in the north of the city, where patrolling yamen runners were few, and they could patrol it about once every two hours. However, the wealthy district like the west of the city, where many high-ranking officials and dignitaries lived, was patrolled much more diligently; about every twenty minutes, a team of yamen runners carrying lanterns would patrol past.

Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong moved forward all the way, finally arriving at Luolong Street without any danger, and approached the house that Shouhou had mentioned.

The three-meter-high courtyard wall could not stump the two of them, and they both climbed over it with ease.

The night was deep and quiet; the lights in the other rooms of this household had all been extinguished, and only the light in the study was still on.

Meng Yifan gave Meng Dayong a look, signaling him to stay here and not move, so as not to alert the people inside the house.

Then, Meng Yifan used his lightness skill, tiptoeing, and approached the study silently.

Meng Yifan used his finger to dip in saliva and poked a small hole in the window paper, looking inside, and happened to see Lv Fugui pacing back and forth in the study, restless.

Meng Yifan felt a surge of joy in his heart; it seemed Shouhou had not lied, and Lv Laotou really lived here.

Meng Yifan turned his head and nodded at Meng Dayong, then he gripped the Ghost Head Broadsword and mobilized the True Qi within his body, transmitting it into the Ghost Head Broadsword.

After inputting half of his True Qi into the Ghost Head Broadsword, the pair of eyes on the ghost head lit up once again. This Dharma Artifact had been activated, and Meng Yifan could perform that move, Ghost Crying Wolf Howling.

Lv Fugui was a Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist and the shopkeeper who purchased supplies on the first floor of Wanxiang Tower; he certainly did not lack cultivation methods or martial arts manuals.

If it were a fair competition between the two sides, Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong might not necessarily be Lv Fugui's opponents, but Meng Yifan had the confidence to kill Lv Fugui, relying on the Elm Cannon and the Ghost Head Blade.

The Elm Cannon was his trump card; as long as he aimed accurately, one shot could blast Lv Fugui to death. It was just that the commotion was too great; as soon as the cannon sounded, the entire county would be alarmed.

By then, Zhang Butou and the experts among the yamen runners would certainly come to encircle and suppress the Meng father and son. Although Meng Yifan was not afraid, he did not want to start a decisive battle so quickly; he needed time to improve his own strength.

Meng Yifan took a deep breath, then pressed his palm against the study door and exerted force suddenly. The door was pushed open. Meng Yifan mobilized his True Qi to perform the first step of Lingbo Microsteps. With the True Qi and footwork in coordination, his body was as fast as lightning; with one step taken, he crossed a distance of twelve meters and appeared before Lv Fugui.

"Little thief, it's you..." Lv Fugui was greatly shocked. At the critical moment, he raised his hand, intending to throw the steel ball he had been playing with, but just at this moment, the Ghost Head Broadsword in Meng Yifan's hand pointed forward.

"Woo... wail..." A burst of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling sounds enveloped Lv Fugui, causing his mind to be affected, as if he had fallen into an Avici Hell, surrounded by vengeful ghosts stretching out their arms, demanding his life.

"Not good!" Lv Fugui was stunned for only a second before he woke up, but it was already too late. When experts fight, one second can determine life and death.

During that second when Lv Fugui was stunned, Meng Yifan followed his blade with his body, and the Ghost Head Broadsword slashed fiercely toward Lv Fugui's neck.

Even if Lv Fugui was a Second Grade Quenching Skin Realm Martial Artist, his skin could not withstand the full-force strike of another Second Grade Martial Artist.

The Ghost Head Blade easily cut a huge gash in Lv Fugui's neck, almost severing his entire head.

The blood vessels and trachea in Lv Fugui's neck were severed simultaneously, and fresh blood gushed out. He hurriedly covered the wound with both hands, wanting to stop the blood from flowing out, but it was of no use; the blood still continued to gush out from the wound.

"Heh... heh..." Lv Fugui looked at Meng Yifan with resentment, seemingly wanting to say something, but his trachea had already been completely severed. Opening his mouth, he could only emit some chaotic heh-heh sounds.

Lv Fugui felt his vitality fading rapidly. He knew he was going to die, which made him very unwilling.

He never imagined that he would actually die at the hands of this Mountain Hunter. He was the uncle of County Magistrate Lv; in Luolong County, who would dare to kill him? Was this brat not afraid of County Magistrate Lv's fury? Could it be that this half-grown boy did not know that this old man was the uncle of County Magistrate Lv?

Lv Fugui's body swayed a few times, then he fell powerlessly to the ground, knocking over a vase nearby.

"Clatter!" The vase fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound. Several servants were awakened and rushed over to see what had happened. Just as they stepped out of the door, they saw Meng Dayong standing guard in the courtyard, holding a Mountain Opening Blade.

"There are thieves..." A servant shouted loudly. Meng Dayong did not hesitate, took a few steps forward, and with a few swings of the Mountain Opening Blade, he hacked those servants to death.

"Ding! Teamed up to kill an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

"Ding! Teamed up to kill an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

"Ding! Teamed up to kill an Unranked enemy, gained 0.3 Experience Value."

The notification sounds of the Game Panel rang continuously in Meng Yifan's mind, letting him know that Meng Dayong outside the room had also started a massacre.

Lv Fugui lay in a pool of blood, not yet dead. It had to be said that the vitality of a Second Grade Martial Artist was indeed formidable; even after having his neck blood vessels and trachea severed, he would not die for a while.

"Go to hell." Meng Yifan stepped forward, and the Ghost Head Blade in his hand slashed down fiercely, severing Lv Fugui's neck in one blow.

"Ding! Killed a Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, gained 200 Experience Value." The notification sound of the Game Panel rang again. Meng Yifan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The few moves he made when he rushed in just now looked very easy, but in reality, he had already given his all.

Using the Ghost Head Blade to perform Ghost Crying Wolf Howling consumed half of Meng Yifan's True Qi, and mobilizing True Qi to perform Lingbo Microsteps consumed another quarter of his True Qi.

Just these two moves used up three-quarters of the True Qi in his body, but he had finished off Lv Fugui in one go; consuming so much True Qi was worth it.