Chapter 74 The Wind Rises
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"Thirteen years ago, Haotian Douluo suddenly attacked the Spirit Hall where my wife and son were. They were all killed.
"I didn't understand why he would suddenly attack the Spirit Hall, but later I found some clues during the investigation.
"It seemed to be related to the previous Pope. The Pope had a feud with him, but that's not important to me. I only know that he killed my wife and children and is my mortal enemy!
"If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I would have long been unable to bear the pain of ants gnawing at my heart, and would have sought revenge in despair. Even knowing that I was no match for him, even if it meant throwing myself into the fire.
"Yan Jin, you gave me hope. Haotian Douluo is a renowned powerhouse even among Title Douluos. The talent you displayed showed me the possibility of surpassing him.
"So I poured all my efforts into you, sparing no effort to cultivate you, hoping that you can surpass him and kill him."
Walter's voice was tinged with exhaustion. He looked at Yan Jin, suddenly shook his head, and continued:
"At first, I did have the idea of using you, but as we spent time together, other feelings gradually developed.
"You are very much like my son. He was so mischievous and loved to cause trouble when he was young… but he didn't have your talent, and his soul power cultivation was very slow."
Walter spoke like an ordinary old man, rambling on and on. Yan Jin stood silently beside him, listening patiently, which was rare for her, who was usually so impatient.
He suddenly sighed and said, "Forget it, it's not worth it… If you are strong enough in the future, killing Tang Hao won't be difficult. Just go and kill him.
"If killing him requires you to pay a great price, then don't do it. Just take care of yourself. I now hope that you live well.
"Or if there is something wrong with your cultivation, so that you can't pose a threat to him at all, then bury this matter in your heart and never mention it to anyone… it will bring you trouble."
"Impossible!" Yan Jin grabbed the snow lotus. "Old man, you can't go back on your word. This is mine… I will definitely kill that Haotian Douluo, there is no compromise! Either he dies, or he perishes!"
Yan Jin's cat-like behavior of snatching food amused Walter, and the atmosphere of sadness was diluted a bit.
"Hehehe…" Yan Jin hugged the cold jade box, smiling somewhat charmingly. "Speaking of which, why didn't you accept Amon as a disciple, old man? He mentioned it before, and he is much stronger than me."
"Amon…" Walter raised an eyebrow. "He is too rational and too good at weighing the pros and cons. Even if I cultivate him, he won't provoke a powerful enemy like Haotian Douluo for this… After all, Haotian Douluo is not just one person, he also has the Haotian Sect behind him."
Yan Jin nodded, agreeing with Walter's judgment. "But… have you ever thought that killing Haotian Douluo is not as difficult for him as you think? If it doesn't cause him too much loss and is just a matter of convenience, he wouldn't mind fulfilling his promise."
"Killing Haotian Douluo is not that difficult?" Walter smiled. "You think too highly of him, don't you?"
"No, it's you who underestimate him, old man."
Looking at the cold jade box that Yan Jin was holding, Walter said, "Take it now, I will protect you."
Yan Jin took out the snow lotus and bit into it. Her movements suddenly stopped, as if she had remembered something, and put the snow lotus back into the box.
"Old man, I'll eat it when I get back… It's settled then, I will help you kill Haotian Douluo!"
...
Amon stood on the roof of the Spirit Hall, the highest building in this Beidi City, overlooking the entire city.
He closed his eyes, receiving all kinds of information from Amons all over the city.
Some were useless junk information, some were half-true and half-false rumors from the streets, and some were true scenes seen and heard with his own eyes and ears…
All the information was screened, checked, and useless impurities were removed, effective parts were associated and integrated, and then reasonable inferences and judgments were made.
He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand and stroked his monocle, let out a "Heh" and revealed an expression of great interest.
"The Lord of the Beidi City is about to go to the Imperial City to report on his work and rotate…
"The Rhodes family, whose position is biased towards the Spirit Hall…
"Platinum Bishop Salas came in a hurry, and left in a hurry…
"The firm supporter of the royal family, the largest noble in the Beidi, Marquis Fickless, and Bi Da'er's father, Earl Tiexin, signed a trade agreement…
"And Walter revealed the secret to Yan Jin…
"The Spirit Hall announced the prizes for the Soul Master Competition, three ten-thousand-year soul bones…
"The wind is rising."
The wind blew Amon's robe, the hem of the black robe fluttered like a flag, he stared at the City Lord's Mansion, the corners of his mouth hooked back, revealing a smile.
"It's also time to take some time to visit this 'City Lord'."
...
In the evening.
"Amon, look what I got?" Yan Jin sneaked into Amon's room, mysteriously took out the cold jade box.
Looking at the snow lotus that exuded cold air and was as beautiful as an artwork, Amon looked a little puzzled, "Walter even gave you this kind of thing?"
Yan Jin touched her nose and smiled "Hehe", "This is not very compatible with my attributes, you eat it… Although you haven't said it, I can feel your eagerness to improve your strength."
Looking at the snow lotus with tooth marks, and looking at Yan Jin who was still smiling foolishly, he shook his head slightly:
"No need… But the attributes are indeed incompatible with you. If you are not in a hurry, you can keep it for the time being… see if there are any other options."
Amon closed the cold jade box and returned it to Yan Jin.
"Ah? You don't want it?"
"It is indeed tempting, but… this is your thing, don't let down your master's good intentions." Amon had a smile on his face.
"By the way, Yan Jin, ask your master for a book recording rare herbs. If he doesn't have it, ask him about Yang Wushuang."
"Oh… then I'll keep it first, you can tell me anytime if you want it." Yan Jin scratched her head and left Amon's room.
Watching Yan Jin leave, Amon sighed silently and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am not Amon after all."
In the darkness, strands of silk invisible to the naked eye quietly drew away, they gathered in a restaurant a few streets away.
Walter dispersed the silk threads in his hand, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
He whispered to himself: "Yang Wushuang, how did he know about Yang Wushuang?"
"Sir, the dishes you ordered are ready." Outside the room, the waiter knocked on the door with a tray of dishes in one hand.
"Come in, leave it there."
"Okay, the rest of the dishes are still being made, enjoy your meal." The waiter restrained his right hand that wanted to reach for his eye socket, bowed slightly to Walter, and closed the door.
Amon stared at the direction the silk threads were drawn away from, reached out and pinched his glasses, his eyes deep.
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