?68: Chapter 56: The Ambition of Youth is Like the Color of the Moon 68: Chapter 56: The Ambition of Youth is Like the Color of the Moon The assassin looked at the young boy before him.

    At Li Guanyi’s age, it was the time when a young man’s body grew most rapidly.

    In the past few months, his diet had been sufficiently assured, and coupled with his martial arts training, he had shot up in stature—fierce and commanding.

    His brows were like swords and his eyes like stars, with a mole at the corner of his eye.

    On a girl, it would be a standard beauty mark, but on him it somehow mitigated the sharpness of the youth’s aura.

    The assassin’s pupils contracted violently, and the dusty scenes in his mind emerged again—the burning palace, the man who maintained his dignity till the end, and that sword, with edges sharp as himself...

    “You, you...”

    His voice trembled.

    Li Guanyi took a step forward, demanding, “Who gave the orders?

    Who is after them, and why?

    Who are my parents?

    Where are they?”

    “My parents, my aunt, and me!”

    “What have we gotten involved in?”

    A succession of pressing questions, like a siege, caused the assassin to sweat profusely on his forehead.

    The assassin was unwilling to answer; he actually tried to resist the techniques of the East Continent Stargazing School.

    At this moment, he seemed more like the professional assassin that Li Guanyi recalled.

    The excruciating pain contorted his face, veins bulging on his forehead, teeth clenched to the point of bleeding, yet he said nothing.

    Li Guanyi said, “What’s the answer?”

    “Speak!”

    The assassin’s mind buzzed.

    It seemed that at the moment Li Guanyi demanded an answer, he heard the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.

    His defenses shattered, his lips quivered, and he spat out the name that most strongly stood out in his mind to these questions, blurting out instinctively:

    “The Regent King...”

    His voice froze, the bulging veins on his forehead paused, then throbbed violently several times.

    Then shattered!

    His heart, his throat, exploded outright.

    Blood spouted out like a waterfall, and within that blood, a shadow lunged towards Li Guanyi and Shaking Light.

    Li Guanyi saw it coming, but his body had already moved instinctively.

    The long chant of the Azure Dragon rose in his ears.

    The youth’s hair flew as he stepped across to shield Shaking Light behind him.

    The fiery light of the Dragon Scale, almost visible to the naked eye, swirled in front of Li Guanyi.

    He used a move from Gray Wolf Guardian to block the oncoming blood.

    Intense flames heated up in an instant, turning the incoming blood into a mist of red, which then slowly vanished.

    Whatever flew out was burned to ashes.

    Shaking Light stooped down, pinching with her fingers a curled-up insect, and said:

    “...Our opponent also has someone like me.”

    “A special curse was placed upon him.”

    “Once certain information is touched, the poisonous insect in his heart would awaken.”

    “And attack the person who got hold of the message.”

    In Shaking Light’s palm, the curled-up insect tried to disperse into dust but was gathered by the starlight.

    She said:

    “Leave this thing to me to handle.”

    Li Guanyi asked, “What is this?”

    Shaking Light replied, “A poisonous insect.”

    “However, it’s not the insect curse from outside the southwest of Chen Country, where tribes converge in the mountains.”

    “It’s witchcraft.”

    “In the Central Plains, there are martial artists and the All Schools.

    Beyond the All Schools, there are the Three Sects of the World, namely Stargazing, Divination, and Witchcraft.

    They have departed from the paths of the Taoist and Yin Yang Families, as well as the Medical School.”

    “Stargazing often dwells in the mountains beyond the world, Divination roams the mortal world, and the gatherings of Witchcraft are either in the court or among the aristocratic families.

    From this, we can deduce that your enemy is likely someone from within the court.”

    The Dharma Form that naturally took shape as Gray Wolf Guardian, or rather Red Dragon Guard, slowly dissipated.

    Li Guanyi was aware of the uniqueness of the Entering Realm foundation spoken of by General Xue.

    He didn’t need to activate it deliberately.

    His body would instinctively explode with the appropriate techniques.

    This was a cultivation best suited for the complexity of battlefields, surpassing the Gray Wolf Guardian that could only protect against weapons and reduce injuries before the Entering Realm.

    After entering the realm, this Absolute Skill of the Dharma Form was clearly a qualitative improvement, a method of both offense and defense, incinerating even secret attacks of the witchcraft lineage.

    But the consumption was also much greater.

    With the current Inner Qi of the Breaking Formation Song, Li Guanyi could only unleash his full power three times before depleting his energy.

    Li Guanyi understood.

    The Breaking Formation Song couldn’t keep up with the consumption of his current techniques.

    He needed to acquire more advanced cultivation techniques.

    As the Red Dragon Qi Mechanism dissipated, Li Guanyi looked at the assassin before him; his forehead had burst open, his heart and throat bore holes, blood splattered in the corner forming a frightening trace.

    Recalling the assassin’s struggle and fear, and the last name he uttered, Li Guanyi mused:

    “The Regent King...”

    Who is the Regent King?

    What does the Regent King have to do with his being hunted down?

    Which country’s Regent King?

    And what status does the Regent King hold?

    One thought after another surfaced in Li Guanyi’s mind.

    He felt his identity and past were shrouded in thick fog; just as he had begun to make sense of part of it, more mysteries appeared.

    However, at least now he had some information—he knew that the people after him and his aunt weren’t just the Night Rider Cavalry from the Ministry of War.

    There were students from branches of the Mo School.

    There were people from the court.

    But given the extent of this force, how did he and his aunt escape alive, and evade pursuit for ten years?

    Aunt...

    Hmm?

    Aunt, I don’t understand martial arts.

    His aunt’s response seemed to flash before his eyes.

    Li Guanyi rubbed his temples.

    He needed to return, go back to the Xue Family to ask his aunt for clarity, to peruse the records of recent years in the storage of the Xue Family’s books; he had to obtain higher-level martial arts.

    Otherwise, his Inner Qi would not keep up with the consumption—his current Dharma Form martial techniques were domineering, far exceeding the methods of an ordinary Entering Realm.