Assassin Promotion Potion

The Third Young Master picked his teeth, leaning back with his feet propped up on the table.

“People are simply born different.”

“Some people work half their lives just to marry into a wealthy family, but others are born into it.”

“It’s very important to recognize your place, don’t you think?”

The Third Madam turned and left, but the Third Young Master’s smile grew increasingly lewd as his eyes remained fixed on her elegant curves.

“You slut, you’ll be mine sooner or later!”

As he spoke, he glanced at the fruit on the table, his smile becoming even more unrestrained.

...

Huang City.

Old Street.

Yin Yang had just purchased the final ingredient for the Assassin potion.

“We look forward to your next visit!”

The shop assistant waved at Yin Yang repeatedly, his attitude exceptionally enthusiastic.

After all, customers who spent over a hundred thousand on a whim were truly hard to find.

Yin Yang reviewed the list of items he needed to prepare in his mind and found that he was still missing a few things.

Fortunately, Huang City was a major city, so shopping was relatively convenient.

He turned into an antique shop, activated his Perception skill, and began searching for anything useful.

Seeing a customer, the clerk hurried over. Whenever Yin Yang looked at an item for more than three seconds, the clerk would take the initiative to explain it.

“Sir, this brush washer is quite old; it has a history of at least a thousand years.”

“Look at the patina on it. This is a family heirloom, not some grave good.”

“It would make an excellent gift for a superior or a child, carrying a very auspicious meaning.”

Yin Yang didn't respond. He looked around before asking, “Do you have any antiques that have received offerings?”

“Antiques that received offerings? We have two.”

The clerk led Yin Yang to a display case in the back. Tucked away in an inconspicuous corner were two items. The first was a small incense burner, about twenty centimeters in diameter.

The second was a scabbard for a short blade, also quite small.

The clerk pointed to the scabbard. “This is the Locust God scabbard, a deity worshipped in a remote small nation.”

“Later, when Great Wei launched an expedition and wiped out that country, this scabbard was seized by a soldier and sold to us.”

Yin Yang nodded. Thinking Yin Yang wasn't interested, the clerk pointed to the incense burner.

“This is also an incense burner worshipped in a remote nation, another trophy from a soldier. However, in terms of age, it’s not as ancient as the scabbard.”

“What are the prices for these two?”

“They’re not expensive. Three gold notes for the scabbard, and two for the incense burner.”

“I'll take both for four.”

“Sir, our prices are firm.”

The clerk deliberately put on a troubled expression, but Yin Yang could perceive the joy emanating from him.

“Thirty-eight thousand.”

The clerk was stunned, looking at Yin Yang in confusion. He thought to himself, I won't even sell for four gold notes, so why are you lowering the price even further?

“Thirty-five thousand.”

The clerk was even more bewildered. It wasn't until Yin Yang called out thirty thousand that he finally snapped out of it and hurriedly spoke.

“Sir! Forty thousand! I'll sell them to you for forty thousand!”

Yin Yang shook his head.

“Your expression tells me you can sell them for thirty thousand. Think about it. If not, I’ll check other antique shops.”

This statement left the clerk even more confused.

Thinking Yin Yang was bluffing, he put on a regretful look.

“Sigh, sir, we really can’t sell at that price. You should probably check other shops.”

Yin Yang didn't waste any words. He turned and left. Just as he was about to step out the door, the clerk finally spoke up.

“Wait! Fine, fine, I’ll sell! Since it’s your first time here, we’ll take a loss just to build a reputation. Consider it making a friend.”

Yin Yang turned back smoothly and paid.

He bought two objects of worship for thirty thousand.

He was certain both items were genuine, especially the scabbard.

He had only used a bit of his Perception skill and could already hear the calls of believers; one look told him it had received offerings for many years.

Using such items to set up a formation would definitely be effective.

After buying the two antiques, Yin Yang went to buy some other necessities.

By the time he had everything ready, night had fallen.

When he returned to the Li mansion, the guards told him sternly that regardless of whether it was a holiday, he had to return before dark. Those were the rules.

Yin Yang agreed with a smile and gave a box of snacks to the guard, whose expression immediately softened.

He didn't linger and went straight back to the greenhouse to cook for himself.

Before long, the air was filled with the aroma of food.

The ‘old gardener’ stood not far from Yin Yang, his lidless eyes staring straight at him.

Over the past few days, Yin Yang had used his Perception skill to learn many of the Li family's secrets from the gardener, such as who had a grudge against whom, and who was having an affair with whom.

He even had some ‘evidence’!

Who would have believed that this honest-looking gardener was actually a ‘photography enthusiast’?

After Yin Yang saw his ‘works,’ he couldn't help but marvel at how messy these high-society circles were.

“Don't be in a hurry. Someone like you who was tortured to death won't dissipate so easily. You’ll be able to see me avenge you with your own eyes.”

Hearing this, the old gardener smiled, which looked even more terrifying.

Yin Yang began to eat after finishing his cooking, and the figure of the blade-wielding ghost emerged from the shadows once again to act as his dining companion.

“I bought some materials. Tonight, I’ll be making a few small things, and I’ll need you to place them in specific locations.”

The blade-wielding ghost nodded, indicating it was no problem.

“Don't underestimate the Li family. They are much stronger than the Qi family.”

The blade-wielding ghost nodded again.

Yin Yang pointed his chopsticks at a map on the wall.

“Just investigate according to the colors marked there.”

The blade-wielding ghost struck his chest with his left hand, and after Yin Yang finished his meal, his figure gradually faded into the darkness.

Yin Yang cleared the dishes, locked the door, and took out the materials he had purchased during the day to begin brewing the Assassin promotion potion.

Canned Food seemed to sense something and jumped down from a nearby shelf, crouching in front of Yin Yang to watch the preparation.

“Promoting to an Assassin also requires a ritual.”

“After you drink the promotion potion, you need to harvest ten lives via backstab within half an hour.”

“With every life harvested, you will digest a portion of the potion.”

“Once it's fully digested, you will be a Sequence 8 Assassin!”

Yin Yang’s expression became extremely solemn as he reached this point.

“But if you fail to harvest ten lives within half an hour, you will be poisoned to death by the potion.”

“Meow~”

Canned Food puffed out its chest, not intimidated in the least.

Wasn't it just ten lives?

That was a small matter for it!

Yin Yang handed the prepared potion to the cat. After drinking it, Canned Food dashed out of the greenhouse.

Yin Yang then continued to make other things. Since his strength was currently weak, he had to make more preparations to ensure everything was foolproof.

...

“By the heavens!”

“Check the surveillance! Check the surveillance!!!”

Early the next morning, a scream erupted from the second branch.

The Second Madam's pets had been slaughtered!