I Became an Anonymous Boss

No one is born knowing it.

Genius is devoting all your time to one goal, and then burning everything in your life.

Einstein was a genius, but he set very strict rules for his family. His eldest son was insane for 30 years, and he never visited him once. Was Mozart a genius, he died in his 30s? , was composing until his death.

Talent is certainly a point, it is undeniable.

But what is also indispensable is an enormous amount of effort and sheer concentration.

Lan Xiangxue was born to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, but her unfortunate experience has also made her herself. After so many years of assassin career, the only thing she can do and do is practice and swordsmanship.

Outstanding talent plus ten years of hard work and sweat made her talent fully blossom and bear fruit.

The final result was presented... this sword move!

It only took her 3 minutes to initially grasp [-]% of its essence and true meaning.

Swing the sword to break the floating clouds!

The immensity of this sword amazed the Baili mountain forest.

This delicate body can burst out with the momentum of sword light piercing the sky.

The blood demon was also slashed by this sword, and the sword hit right between his eyebrows.

The sword pierces the skull, the air blows across the sky, the comet strikes the moon, and the goshawk strikes the palace.

The clear sword energy howled in the deep forest for a long time.

The vast artistic conception of sword power has the demeanor of a famous master.

This is only [-]% of Jue Fuyun's essence.

Although one move is disabled, it is enough to shake the world.

It's a pity that one move was disabled, otherwise the blood demon would be chopped into pieces on the spot.

Lan Xiangxue used all her sword moves, her strength exhausted.

She had recovered less than [-]% of her true qi, and she was completely empty, her hands and feet were weak, and she was sweating profusely.

Almost standing still, his feet trembled, and the arms holding the sword were too heavy.

But this sword is the most perfect sword move she has swung in her life. The extreme meaning of this kind of swordsmanship is so rare, like a climber walking in the misty mountain. Sunshine guides her to the peak scenery.

The intense satisfaction of the heart and the intense emptiness of the body form a stark contrast.

At this moment, Lan Xiangxue's mind was a little ethereal, and she didn't pay attention to the blood demon.

With all the strength of this sword, the brows of this monster were broken, and the skull pierced through. How can it be immortal?

From ordinary considerations, this is quite reasonable.

Of course...

The huge eyeballs of the blood demon began to twist in less than three breaths after pausing.

It doesn't have a mind in the first place, and there are no fresh brain cells and brain stems in the first place.

Just imagine the creatures that have already begun to rot, how could it be possible that only the brain is still active, and it is not infected with the T virus.

It is a filthy thing, it is a ghost and a demon, and it is all based on the intertwining of yin and demonic energy. It has no so-called vitality at all, and it is a dead thing.

If you want to destroy a dead thing, killing the flesh is not enough, you must cut off the source of its aura, even if it is innate, it is difficult to grasp the fleeting aura.

Obviously ordinary warriors can't do it at all, they can only dismantle it into pieces.

Lan Xiangxue was exhausted at this time, seeing the bloody pupils of different sizes twisting and focusing on her body, she felt a sudden chill, as if she saw Chengying Sword being entangled in blood energy.

A strong hostility overflowed from it.

This distance... is impossible to avoid.

The girl's mouth was bitter, and she realized how serious the aftereffects of this sword-style move she had just had.

Originally, she was seriously injured. After more than two rounds of fierce fighting, it was not easy to persist until this moment.

At this time, the spirit, energy and spirit were simultaneously exhausted, and even the last ray of perseverance to maintain sanity was already crumbling.

But she didn't want to die with her eyes closed, so she widened her pupils and just stared at the monster.

Then the squirming blood-colored monster suddenly stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, the body began to tremble like a shudder, and the trembling became more violent, turning into a ghostly tremor.

Its chest burst open.

Something pierced through the very center of its chest.

Bloody breath and fresh blood spurted out, and an arm stuck out amidst the blood-red, rotten and white bones.

The well-proportioned palm and delicate fingertips are not like the rough and callused palms of martial arts practitioners, but like the clean and beautiful hands of a scholar.

A hand that seemed unable to hold a sword pierced through the blood demon's chest so easily.

Ordinary stabbing, ordinary retraction.

The invincible blood demon was like a punctured ball, with a lot of blood overflowing, and the five fingers of that hand were slowly clasped.

hold something.

When the blood demon's body collapsed, Lan Xiangxue saw the young man standing with clenched fists under the moonlight.

It's like a mountain collapsed, revealing the boundless ocean behind the mountain, which is a further infinite vastness above the peak of this world.

"Grand...son..."

Lan Xiangxue couldn't hold on any longer, closed her eyes, and slowly fell to the ground.

Before her consciousness dissipated, she remembered the touch of a light hug, and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

Looking at the girl lying in his arms, Shirataki suppressed a smile and said, "Thank you, working girl."

He picked the last head just right.

The two talents successively consumed the blood demon's strength and drained its blood energy.

Lan Xiangxue's sword pierced through its skull with a stroke of genius. Although it was not fatal, it seriously affected or even blocked its actions.

This gave Shirataki a wonderful backstab opportunity.

He still remembered that his broken arm was inserted into the back of the blood demon.

This severed arm pointed directly at the weak point of the blood demon, and just stabbed it with a knife, killing the chicken with bare hands.

But that's not really the killing point.

The real cause of the blood demon's sudden death was that Bai Taki swallowed the demonic energy in its body.

That was originally part of Shirataki's cultivation.

There are two reasons for him to hunt monsters, one is for the mission of the gate, and the other is to increase the cultivation base of demon energy.

He is not a traditional martial artist, but a magic way, which is different from the way of magic mentioned in the world, but the genuine...'demon' way.

"It's back, it's all back..." Bai Taki felt the power refilling in his body: "The seventh turn of magic energy is very close to the eighth turn, and the task has been completed. It's really not easy."

It was a blessing in disguise, and the corners of the young man's mouth rose wildly.

... As expected of me, this series of operations is so smooth.

...But I also want to thank these two geniuses, without their hard work, I would not be able to achieve me.

...Anyway, there is still some time before dawn, let's settle the two of us first.

He looked at the fainted Lan Xiangxue and the cold Zhan Kuang.

Now that there is no blood demon blocking the spring water, Lan Xiangxue's help to deliver the letter is no longer needed.

Chapter No.16 Through the Gate of the World

At dawn, Shirataki was about to leave.

In the hour before dawn, he did a few things.

First, he simply cleaned up the corpses outside the door.

Although Zhan Kuang is dead, he is still a whole corpse. Such a tool man should build an unnamed grave for him, and the knife was also buried in stone piles and soil.

The corpse of the blood demon will rot soon, and even if it does not rot, it will be eaten by the mountain creatures or scavengers and return to nature.

Afterwards, he fetched some water from the well, cleaned the open space outside the mountain temple, and cleaned up the bloody water. He also cleaned up the interior of the mountain temple by the way, and tidied up the domestic garbage left by him.

After clearing everything away, Lan Xiangxue still didn't wake up.

After he thought about it for a while, he left some silver taels and Chengying sword for the girl... There is no weapon to defend himself, and he lent her the sword temporarily.

Anyway, I don't know how to use a sword, and I don't give away weapons more than once or twice.

And the letter was taken back and put back again.

This letter only has the word 'come soon' on it.

At this time, it was erased by Shirataki, who crossed the two words, and then wrote the word 'waiting to return'.

Then he wrote another line, leaving a sentence of "take care of her" to the rich woman in Jinling, which was considered as a favor to Lan Xiangxue.

When he arrived here, the end of the sky had turned white. Shirataki looked at the time and realized that it was almost time to leave.

He smiled, took out a can of beef from his backpack, and placed it in front of the mountain god sculpture as a tribute.

Zi didn't say anything strange, but even monsters stepped into this temple, so there must be a real spirit inside.

Without this mountain temple, I'm afraid I'd be too cold a long time ago. Before I leave, I should give thanks.

"Now that the blood demon has been eliminated, I should also say goodbye."

"The mountain spirit has blessed me for many days, but I haven't had time to say thanks. I hope this canned beef will not be disgusted."

"If we can meet again next time, I will come to see you again... I will resign now."

Shirataki bowed to the white tiger sculpture three times, taking a step back each time he bowed.

After three steps, he turned around, picked up his backpack, and stepped out of the threshold.

The moment he walked out of the mountain temple, he had stepped into another world.