The Death of the Old Lady

"Wait... What did you just say? the Blind Fiend? Is it the mysterious and notorious Blind Fiend?" Zhen Ping jumped forward facing the old lady, he asked with a quivering voice.

"No it can't be. This old lady is just a poor cultivator, how can she have any relation with the legendary Blind Fiend!" Zhen Pao shook his head not believing it one bit. Even if he was beaten to death he still won't believe it.

The old lady took out a bronze badge from her sleeve, "Here, take a look." she threw the badge to the Zhen brothers.

Zhen Yu picked up the badge, studying it carefully, his face became paler as seconds passed. Seeing their elder brother behaving out of it, they came over to check what was wrong with the badge, when their eyes landed on the badge, fear grip them ruthlessly, they had trouble breathing. Zhen Yu did not know when his hands began to shake, the ordinary looking bronze badge had a human head picture on it with closed eyes, the head had a faint sneer on his mouth, though the eyes on the head was closed, it gave the brothers a feeling that they were being watched.

Zhen Yu threw the badge back to the old lady, he staggered forward as though he used all his strength to throw that badge back to it rightful owner. The old lady lips curved into a mocking smile, a sense of satisfaction crept unto her face.

"Young... Young mas... Young master Ye." Zhen Yu stuttered panicking. This time he was truly frightened, the fear came from the bottom of his soul.

"Young master Ye, you can't kill them."

"Oh! Are you going to stop me?" Ye Mo questioned not bothered about the slight drama that just took place.

"You must be jesting Young master Ye, how can I stop you? It is for your good." Zhen Yu said wiping off his cold sweat.

"For my good? I doubt so. This old lady was bent on killing me. Let her off? Only a fool would do that!" said Ye Mo in a tone giving room for no discussion.

Seeing his adamant stance, Zhen Yu reminded him in a low voice, "Young master Ye, you might not know but that badge is the symbol meant for the lowest members of the Blind Fiend."

"Oh! So what? What type of force is the Blind Fiend to inspire so much terror in you?" Ye Mo asked, he was still calm and composed not letting the urge to kill the old lady overtake his rationality.

Zhen Yu took in a deep breath and with a solemn expression he explained slowly, "The Blind Fiend is the largest assassination force in the Northern gate, their infamous name spread fear far and wide. If you can afford them, you can buy any cultivator head you want. They have never failed any mission. Mysterious, brutal and vengeful. They are the bane of all cultivators.

"It is said that there are many powerful cultivators in the Blind Fiend, they live among the masses, both young and old, they have their members everywhere. Their influence have spread into the Southern and Eastern gate. It is said that the Blind Fiend has eleven masters, no one has seen them, their strength unknown but terrifying."

Zhen Ping chimed in, "According to some rumor decades ago, they murdered the family of a Kung Fu Grandmaster, in a fit of rage he had killed more than ten members of the Blind Fiend, when the higher-ups of the Blind Fiend got wind of it, the eleventh master of the Blind Fiend had sought him out and killed him in just a single strike. Since that incident no one dared mess with them."

"They are among the few of the most terrifying forces in the Northern gate, they would hunt down those who killed their members." Zhen Ai said in a low voice.

The old lady laughed hysterically, "Good! You trashs are still well-informed despite being in the lowest level of the society. But don't misunderstand me, I am not from the Blind Fiend..."

The Zhen brothers heaved a collective sigh of relief but the next words they heard made their soul almost fly out of their body. "But the Tenth Master entrusted me with this mission."

'Why break your words? Can't you say it all at once! Our small heart can't take this. Who was the Tenth Master, an entity that was stronger than the infamous eleventh master!'

" The Soul Cleansing Fruit is very important to the Tenth Master, if you kill me, you will be hunted by all members of the Blind Fiend. Hand over the Soul Cleansing Fruit and the body cultivation technique. Maybe your life might be spared."

His face remained bland, "Why spare your lives? Because of the Tenth Master I don't know. I would be killed even if I let you go, so it's better for you to meet the King of Hell ahead of me."

The old lady wide smile stiffened, her face turned gloomy. "Do you think this is a joke? The Tenth Master is my brother in-law, you cannot kill me. No.. you will not kill me."

"I know not the Blind Fiend neither your Tenth Master, do tell me why I should give them face and let you go?" Ye Mo questioned smiling, his smile sent chill down the old lady bone.

"Young master Ye, please think about this, don't make any rash decision, although I don't know how strong a Kung Fu Grandmaster is but they are said to be the most powerful existence in the Northern gate but that Grandmaster was killed in a single strike."

"Don't say anymore. I have decided to kill her nothing can change it. I can't allow fear destroy my principles. Since I have started this path, I can't let anything stand in my way. A strong cultivator must never change his principle whether the journey be smooth or thorny." said Ye Mo, his image seems to have gotten taller in the Zhen brothers mind. They remained silent, Ye Mo words struck a chord in their heart. Cultivators were supposed to unbending and upright. The path of the strong required strong men to walk through.

He picked up his sword and walked to the old lady, "I don't care if all members of the Blind Fiend hunts me down but those who wants me dead or even just have a thought about it will die with no exception."

The old lady bloodshot eyes scanned Ye Mo, she had exhausted all her strength earlier. "You... You... You... dare not. The Tenth Master will never let you off."

"If you let me go, you will become one of our silver rank assassin; the prestige and wealth you will enjoy, will be envied by all." The old lady tried to bargain.

"You? Silver rank assassin? You can tell me that when your Rank is high enough." Ye Mo scoffed.

The old lady face turned red, but no one saw when a tiny bug left her body and dissapearing into the darkness. The old lady face changed abruptly, the formerly fearful and bloodshot old lady was replaced by a calm and indifferent one.

She smiled lightly, looking as like she has given up on her life.

Ye Mo felt weird but he regained his focus, he thrusted his sword forward, piercing the old lady heart, the tip of the sword came out from her back. She slowly closed her eyes in relief, her face retaining that faint smile, a fountain of blood dyed her robe red, the redness on the sword made it looked like an evil weapon.

The cold and refreshing evening breeze sent a chill down Su Zhao soul, he crawled desperately trying to leave this damn place, it was just a mission in the small joang town but it turned out to be a suicide mission. His strength fettered away when he met Ye Mo's gaze, his smile made him looked like a devil. Su Zhao cried, he had been killing but he understood the fear of death at this time moment. Ye Mo was dumbstruck, imagine a full grown man crying because of fear of death, it made him looked bad, as if he was bullying a child.

"You can kill me, but let me tell you, your day of reckoning will come and you Zhen brothers, do you think he will not kill you after knowing his secret?" Su Zhao.

The Zhen brothers face turned pale, they looked at each other with fear in their eyes, they had forgotten the reality of the situation they were in, they looked at Ye Mo and seeing his indifferent expression, their feet turned cold, they lost the ability to run.

The sword disconnected Su Zhao's head from his neck, he dropped dead!!! The chilling breeze became needles that pricked the Zhen brothers hearts.

Blood dripped from Ye Mo's sword. The pale moon reflecting on his handsome face, made look like an angel but the blood red sword in his hand, portrayed a contradicting image making him look like a devil.