Chapter 7: The Master of Cangsheng Gate

  Yun Mo Dye only felt a flash of human shadow in front of her eyes, and a man in purple clothes had already appeared in the room. The man was tall and straight, with an imposing aura, but unfortunately, his face was covered with a black wolf-headed mask, making it impossible to see his features.

  "This strange scene unfolded before his eyes, but Yun Mo merely uttered a few words in a light tone: 'Lord of the Cangsheng Gate, don't ask'?"

  Cangsheng Gate, a legendary assassin organization that has been circulating on the mainland of Yan for hundreds of years. It is said that Cangsheng Gate is a large organization with millions of disciples under its umbrella, including many top-notch masters. Because they are reasonably priced, never cheat, and never fail, their business has always been booming. The current Cangsheng Gate has just been passed into the hands of the new gate master, Jun Wuwen, but unfortunately, he never shows his true face in public, so no one knows what kind of person can lead millions of people.

  A charming smile, a low and magnetic voice: "Do you know me?"

  "A great name like thunder in the ears, only to regret that there is no chance to know each other." Yun Mo's eyes did not contain any hostility, because she could not sense any killing intent from Jun Wu Xiang, it was clear that he did not come to kill her.

  A glimmer of faint praise flickered in his eyes behind the mask. "How did you know it was me?" he asked, his voice and expression unchanged.

  "The purple tulip is the emblem of the Qingyuan Gate master." Yun Mo dyed a petal lightly, "Moreover, the mask on the face of the Qingyuan Gate master is probably something that no one dares to imitate throughout the entire Yan continent, otherwise, they will definitely be torn into pieces by the millions of disciples under the Qingyuan Gate."

  "You don't ask, but your eyes have a look of surprise, and your gaze flickers slightly: 'Rumors say that the seventh young lady of the Yun family is timid and cowardly, speaking in a low voice, walking with small steps. If she's bullied, she'll only cry secretly. Why is it that today, upon seeing her, she's completely different from what was said?'"

  Yun Mo Ran remained silent, a cold smile on his face, too lazy to explain anything. Seeing her like this, Jun Wu Xie's smile grew even more enchanting: "How interesting, you dare to raise an eyebrow at me, the first person in the Flame Realm to do so. Yun Mo Ran, aren't you afraid of me?"

  "If you want to kill me, I've already died a thousand times." Yun Mo said with an icy expression, "Since you won't kill me, why should I be afraid of you?"

  "You won't kill me, so you're not afraid?" Jun Mo asked with a light smile, slowly moving his footsteps. "Then do you know that what makes people tremble with fear is not my killing technique, but the means to make one wish they were dead? For example..."

  As he spoke, Jun Wu asked had already walked up to Yun Mo Ran's face and suddenly struck out with one blow. Jun Wu asked's movements were as fast as lightning, originally a blow that would never fall empty. However, Yun Mo Ran's speed was even faster than lightning, his feet taking two steps in an unexpected direction, dodging the attack range of this move!

  "Good!" The laughter sounded again, not lacking in praise. "You are the first person to make me miss a move! Yun Mo Xie, you truly deserve my respect!"

  "It's too much of an honor." Yun Mo said with a calm and cold smile, "I don't know why the master of your household has come to visit, what is it that you want?"

  Quietly gazing at Yun Mo for a moment, Jun Mo asked with a sly smile: "If I said I came to admire your reputation and wanted to see the elegance of Seventh Young Miss, would you believe me?"

  "How dare you!" Yun Mo Yan shouted, suddenly pouncing forward, the short sword in his hand aiming straight for Jun Mo Xuan's throat.

  Don't ask, but in a flash of lightning, he grabbed Yun Mo Ran's wrist and pulled her into his arms, pressing her back against his chest: "Yun Mo Ran, do you dare to lay hands on me? If you hurt one hair on my head, aren't you afraid of being torn apart by the hundred million disciples of the Cangsheng Sect?"

  "If even I can hurt you, then you're not worthy of being the master of Cangsheng Gate!" Yun Moche sneered, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as sharp as a knife. "I respect you as a powerful leader, please take care of yourself!"

  "You don't have to ask, I've already figured it out. Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or insulting. Yun Mo Ye, although you don't have internal energy, your moves are extremely unusual. As far as I know, this isn't the Cloud Luo Flag family's martial arts style. So, who did you actually learn from?"

  As expected, Yun Mo Ye had hidden his inner strength extremely well at this time, and even Jun Wu Xie, a peerless expert, did not detect any flaws.

  Sheathing his short sword, Yun Mo asked instead of answering: "The master of your household came to our place in the middle of the night, what was he after?"

  Don't ask, he suddenly smiled with an unclear meaning: "Yun Mo Ran, you're bold! If it were someone else, they would have died a thousand times by now! I'll give this to you, and I'll be back again!"

  In the midst of a long, hearty laugh, Jun Mo asked to leave through the window and vanished into thin air in an instant. Picking up the porcelain bottle he left behind and opening it for a look, it turned out to be top-grade wound medicine that could accelerate healing at the fastest speed possible without leaving any scars. The Yun family and Jun Mo had no prior interactions, so why did he go to such great lengths to sneak in under the cover of night to deliver this wound medicine?

  "Inexplicable." Yun Mo Yan let out a cold laugh and tossed the bottle aside.