Chapter 54: Return to Homeland

In short, after completing his first mission, the S-class assassin codenamed “Holy Wind” officially debuted.

As time passed, he took on more and more missions, gradually growing accustomed to killing.

But this did not mean he abandoned his principles.

On the contrary, after gaining higher status and influence, his first demand to the organization was the right to freely choose all future assassination targets.

The organization agreed to his demand and casually raised his fee.

Even so, employers willing to hire “Holy Wind” continued to come in droves.

To this day, he had become one of God’s Spear’s flagship assassins, renowned far and wide in the Western underworld.

But he knew his own limits—He Jingfeng understood that his great reputation stemmed only from his pinpoint marksmanship and a variety of auxiliary supernatural techniques for assassination.

In terms of Qi cultivation alone, he was no stronger than Zhang Chulan from the Tang Sect arc.

The Zhang Chulan referred to here is the one who only used Golden Light Spell and Thunder Art; if Zhang Chulan activated his Nascent Soul, He Jingfeng would not be his match.

Of course, weak raw power did not mean he couldn’t win.

He Jingfeng was an assassin—and the very best kind.

If he chose to, he had confidence in assassinating any top expert in the supernatural world, except the Old Heavenly Master—only the time required would vary.

In the original novel, Wang Zhenqiu, a temporary worker from the southwest, once said that compared to gun-wielders, supernatural experts were not stronger—they were merely more unusual.

Behind that tiny bullet lay the crystallized wisdom of human civilization over millennia.

Even powerful supernatural experts capable of withstanding heavy-caliber bombardment could be killed by that cheap lump of iron if they slipped up.

In fact, over the past nine years, He Jingfeng had assassinated supernatural experts from multiple countries more than once.

Among them were Eastern Qi cultivators, Japanese ninjas, voodoo priests, Hatha ascetics, and even black wizards who graduated from the Flamel Magical Academy…

Many of these supernatural experts were stronger than He Jingfeng, yet they still died at his hands.

It was because He Jingfeng understood modern technology better than they did, and had fused modern technology with supernatural techniques.

Thanks to his formidable assassination methods, He Jingfeng’s status within God’s Spear rose steadily.

To this day, he had infiltrated the organization’s upper echelons, preliminarily completing his transition from pawn to player.

Of course, such a transformation was not easily achieved.

Although he now had the right to participate in the organization’s high council, his career as an assassin had not ended—he still had three to five annual mission quotas.

Even so, He Jingfeng was already satisfied.

He was not satisfied with an easier life, but with the fact that the organization could no longer block his return to the mainland.

In fact, as early as a year ago, he had already been actively planning this journey to the East.

To legally set foot on that land, he contacted Tianxia Hui, then Yaoxing Society, and finally approached the Company, helping it resolve numerous runaway Eastern supernatural experts—only then did he establish a preliminary rapport with the Company.

To be honest, he himself had very much wanted to participate in the Luotian Grand Rite, to test his true strength.

But unfortunately, his identity was too sensitive; the Company, considering the Grand Rite’s massive impact on the entire supernatural world, ultimately declined his request.

Not long ago, Qu Tong, the leader of Yaoxing Society, brought him good news.

If he prepared a legitimate identity for himself, she could help him step onto this land openly and legally.

Regarding Qu Tong, He Jingfeng—who had only seen five seasons of the anime—was highly wary.

But no matter what, returning to Huaxia was a long-held dream of his.

As long as his dream could be fulfilled, he would cooperate with even the most dangerous individuals.

So He Jingfeng immediately responded, then took on the organization’s long-standing high-difficulty bounty mission and completed this year’s quota within a single week.

The target Lin Yu had seen earlier was his final mission of the year.

After completing this job, he could finally properly prepare for the upcoming journey to the East.

……

……

Three days later, at an airport in North China, a Chinese youth in a suit stepped out, dragging a suitcase.

Gazing at the spacious airport and hearing the familiar dialect around him, He Jingfeng couldn’t help but smile.

“...I’m finally back!”

“Where should I go first?”

In good spirits, He Jingfeng dragged his suitcase out of the airport.

Not far behind him, a seemingly ordinary couple were affectionately whispering, and as they embraced, they casually glanced at He Jingfeng’s back.

Once He Jingfeng had fully exited the airport, the couple shed their disguise, exchanged a look, and whispered:

“Target has left the airport. Arrange a taxi, but don’t draw attention…”

“Don’t arrange one.”

A weary voice came from behind, startling the couple.

They spun around to find He Jingfeng standing right behind them, suitcase still in hand.

When did he—?!

Their pupils shrank sharply, their hearts jolted.

He Jingfeng sighed: “Just the two of you—got a car? Take me to XX Hotel…”

At that moment, the person on the earpiece had already spotted this scene on the airport surveillance.

After a moment of silence, the earpiece crackled: “Do as he says.”

The couple exchanged glances, then exhaled in relief, stood up, and gestured for He Jingfeng to follow.

At the same time, in a corner of the Company’s headquarters, Xu Si and Xu San stood before a monitor, watching He Jingfeng appear silently beside one of their employees.

“Third Brother, do you see it?”

“Mm. That’s Ghost Step, a technique that erases one’s presence. Someone from Biyou Village with a high aptitude also uses it.”

“It seems this ‘Holy Wind’ has learned many arts—far more than just Xingyi Quan as we knew…”

“Normal. He’s an assassin. Everyone who’s seen all his methods is already dead.”

“Hmm, God’s Spear, S-class assassin—definitely no ordinary man!”

Xu Si frowned: “I don’t understand—assassins should hide their identities and faces, right? Why is he walking so openly into our territory? What’s he thinking?”

Xu San glanced at him: “How do you know this face is his real one?”

Xu San pointed to the footage: “The strongest face-changer in the circle is Qianmian Ren’s Hua Du. But even he couldn’t conceal his face while using Ghost Step, could he?”

Xu Si smirked, lighting a cigarette: “Who said disguise must use supernatural arts?”

Xu San froze, then frowned.

Right—who said disguise must use supernatural arts?

Whether it’s Asian occult makeup, human-skin masks, or even bone-shaving cosmetic surgery—all can achieve a complete transformation…

“We underestimated him…”

Xu San sighed.

Xu Si put an arm around Xu San’s shoulder and smiled: “After all, he’s God’s Spear’s S-class assassin~”

“These people appear and vanish without a trace—infamously mysterious in the international underworld. The Academy said they still cling to last-century traditions: all training bases are on isolated islands, completely cut off from electronic devices, and top-secret documents are kept on paper. Even Northeast’s Erzhuang can’t touch them!”

Here, Xu Si narrowed his eyes: “To be honest, even now I’m not sure if the man we’re seeing is truly Holy Wind himself…”

“Of course, on the other hand!”

Xu Si suddenly shifted from solemn to cheerful: “God’s Spear isn’t Behemoth—their focus remains on the ordinary world, and only some of their S-class assassins are supernatural experts!”

“To deal with them, the higher-ups have specialists. Our job is just to keep watch on this supernatural expert who just got off the plane…”

(End of Chapter)