novelraw Chapter 43: Assassination Under the Sunlight
Chapter 43: Assassination Under the Sunlight
The dinner ended awkwardly and frustratingly.
Meng Chai and Meng Hai left angrily; even Meng Lingxue’s parents would have left, but because their daughter was waiting, they stayed with her.
They looked at the disappointed expression on the old man’s face but remained silent.
It wasn’t their fault—who would be happy when their father gives his inheritance to an outsider?
Meng Wuchen looked at Meng Yu, then glanced at Meng Lingxue before sighing.
"I know none of you support this old man’s decision. But it’s something I can’t change," the old man said plainly.
The room fell into silence. No one responded, yet the tension lingered like a weight pressing down on their chests.
Long Tian shook his head with a laugh.
He knew the old man was angry about how his sons behaved, so he didn’t plan to tell them about the contract he had made with Long Tian’s grandfather.
The old man turned to Long Tian and said, "Don’t forget about our discussion."
Long Tian nodded.
Then the old man walked upstairs. They tried to help him, but he refused all assistance.
They all watched as he climbed the stairs with effort, each step slow, heavy... yet unwavering.
Long Tian sighed.
He was sure the old man had expected this. He probably would have given the inheritance to his family members, and nobody else would know—including Long Tian and his grandfather.
But he remained trustworthy to the end.
Long Tian smiled. Now he understood why he was friends with his grandfather.
As he was thinking, he felt two fiery gazes fixed on him.
When he looked, he saw Meng Lingxue’s parents openly scrutinizing him, their eyes carrying undisguised displeasure.
He smiled and clasped his hands. "Greetings, father-in-law and mother-in-law," he said.
But they said nothing, only snorted coldly before walking away.
The corner of Long Tian’s mouth twitched.
He valued his pride, and as the Fox King, it was rare for him to greet someone.
Even though he knew they were Origin Martial Artists, he wasn’t afraid.
What saved them was the fact that they were Meng Lingxue’s parents.
He wasn’t there to curry favor with them.
Meng Lingxue glanced at him coldly. He chuckled and said nothing.
Although the inheritance didn’t matter to her, she felt her pride was slightly wounded that her grandfather didn’t pick her.
They left the mansion, got into the Porsche, and drove home in the deep night.
The car was silent, the air thick, as though even words refused to exist between them.
As they entered, Aunt Anna sensed the tension around them, but Long Tian flashed her a reassuring smile.
Each of them went to their rooms, Aunt Anna watching them leave with worry in her eyes.
As he sat on his bed, his phone beeped.
He checked and saw the old man had sent the soft copy of the document.
He smiled. Today’s events were just an episode to him.
Whether he got the inheritance or not didn’t matter.
His real goal was to get revenge on the Long Family and find his parents to question why they abandoned him.
Through practice, he learned how to control his increased strength.
He had to seal part of it so nothing would break, whether in a fit of anger or not.
The next day,
Long Tian woke up, took a shower, and headed out. He planned to absorb Originat today.
He couldn’t do it at home because he didn’t want Meng Lingxue to find out.
Even though they were married, they had only known each other for a few weeks. He couldn’t predict her thoughts, especially since she was a cultivator.
Before he went to bed, he had done research on the best location based on geology.
He boarded a taxi and went to the location he had picked.
Chongming Island.
It took some time before they got to the location.
Long Tian looked at the trees in front of him; there weren’t many people, unlike in forest parks.
He sensed the Originat here, even though it wasn’t near the Originat in his inheritance.
It was better than the villa’s.
As he walked into the forest, he suddenly sensed a hidden killing intent.
He paused and quietly glanced around.
He found the source of the hidden killing intent; it was a slightly middle-aged man who was walking with his wife.
He noticed that his wife too was an assassin.
It wasn’t only them; there were up to twenty. It was as if they were waiting for him to arrive.
Among them, one stood slightly apart, his gaze calm, watching without moving—like a silent commander observing prey.
He thought of how, before, he had remembered the driver.
Excitement about finally cultivating Originat had clouded his mind, and it made him forget the fact that he was a bounty in the underworld forces.
It seemed he still needed to train his mental state.
He continued walking, pretending not to notice them, until they entered deep into the forest where no one could hear a scream for help.
Long Tian paused and stopped walking.
He let out a soft chuckle and said, "You have been following me for too long, aren’t you planning to come out and introduce yourselves?"
Even though Long Tian said this, no one stepped out.
He nodded inwardly; it seemed they were a bit smarter this time.
"Do you want me to call out the eighteen of you? One of you is behind a tree. Have you forgotten the sun is up? Your shadow is too glaring."
The forest fell into a brief, suffocating silence.
Then—
It was when he said this that a sharp sound resounded in the silent forest.
Eighteen people stepped out of the shadows, all surrounding Long Tian.
Long Tian’s eyebrows rose slightly. All of them were Origin Martial Artists.
And their strength wasn’t weak; all of them had the minimum strength of an Inner Strength Master.
A few of them exchanged glances, their earlier confidence wavering just slightly.
"It seems you guys took me seriously this time," he joked.
"Of course, with the reward tripled, who wouldn’t want your head?" one of them chuckled, though his grip on his weapon tightened.
"Tripled?" Long Tian couldn’t hide his surprise.
His gaze turned cold. It seemed Huang Yin had started the game.
If it were him two days ago, even though he would come out victorious in the battle, it would be stressful, and it might come with a sacrifice.
But now....
He smirked as he thought of this.
"What are you waiting for?" he questioned. They would be the first people he would test his strength on.
The eighteen men were surprised by Long Tian’s battle aura, but soon sneered.
They waved their hands, and different weapons appeared in their hands out of nowhere.
Long Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Spatial rings.
But they gave him no time to think as they attacked.
A burly man with a short sword took the charge, his steps heavy and direct, while the others vanished into the shadows like hunting wolves.
He attacked Long Tian’s neck with the short sword, aiming to kill in a single strike.
Long Tian licked his lips and slowly brought his fist forward and punched.
The burly man sneered.
Who in their right mind would defend against a sword with their body?
Both fist and sword clashed.
CLANG!
The sound of metal clashing rang out, sharp and shocking.
The burly man’s expression froze.
They looked at Long Tian’s fist and saw that it was completely unharmed, with only a faint spark flickering across his skin.
Long Tian smiled.
As expected of the Nine Dragon Body Refinement.
A flicker of unease passed through a few assassins.
SWOOSH!
The sound of a dagger slicing the air reached him as one of them struck from behind.
CLANG!
The same metallic sound echoed again.
This time, their pupils shrank.
They saw it clearly—his body was like tempered steel, sparks scattering with each strike.
In that brief moment of shock,
Long Tian moved.
He caught the assassin mid-strike, his hand locking around the man’s neck.
A twist.
A crack.
With a casual fling, the lifeless body was thrown aside.
THUD!
The dull sound of the corpse hitting the ground shattered whatever confidence they had left.
The burly man attacked again, but this time, there was a trace of urgency in his movements.
The clash of blows echoed through the forest.
The others joined in, attacking from blind spots, yet each strike was either blocked, deflected, or endured.
Long Tian noticed it clearly.
The burly man was the strongest among them.
So he chose him.
As the burly man swung his short sword again, Long Tian raised his right arm and deflected it to the side with a sharp motion, like a boxer redirecting a punch.
An opening appeared.
Without hesitation, his left fist shot forward.
BOOM!
The punch landed squarely on the burly man’s face.
The impact distorted his features as his body was sent flying, crashing into three others behind him.
The sudden reversal froze the battlefield for a split second.
And in that instant, Long Tian moved like a predator unleashed.
He appeared before the one who seemed the weakest.
The middle-aged woman.
She held a whip, her eyes widening as he appeared before her like a phantom.
In panic, she lashed out.
The whip cracked through the air.
Long Tian caught it effortlessly.
With a single pull, the whip snapped into two.
He stepped forward, intent on killing her.
But then, the panic on her face vanished.
Her lips curled into a cunning smirk.
Long Tian’s instincts screamed.
He halted instantly and turned.
The burly man stood there, feet planted firmly, his short sword raised.
A faint, formless energy coiled around his body—internal energy.
Though thin, it flowed steadily, gathering into the blade.
The air grew heavy.
And.....