Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality

As long as you spend enough time in the assassin trade, you will eventually understand some hidden secrets.

Every industry has unwritten rules that cannot be openly discussed.

In the international assassin community, there is a circulating unwritten rule.

If you hate a fellow assassin and want to kill them but don't want to do it yourself, find a way to urge them to go to Dragon Country on a mission.

Dragon Country is like heaven for ordinary tourists.

The scenery is beautiful, people are warm, there are countless delicious foods, and it's absolutely safe.

But for destructive assassins and mercenaries, it's undoubtedly hell.

Over ninety percent of underground assassins won't even make it past the airport gate; they will be taken to a small black room.

Even the remaining assassins, lucky enough to pass the border check, will lose their weapon advantage.

Entering Dragon Country, it is strictly forbidden to carry any firearms and even cold weapons.

It's precisely these strict measures that make assassins dread the name Dragon Country from the bottom of their hearts.

However, under heavy rewards, some brave souls are always willing to take the risk.

"He's alone, so even if he is hiding in Dragon Country, what does it matter? Our Skull Society has been established for ten years and has assassinated over a thousand targets. No matter who he is, he won't escape our pursuit."

A man wearing a loincloth and striking a sumo stance knocked down his opponent, who was like a small mountain, with one palm.

He took a towel from his assistant, wiped the sweat off his face, and picked up the phone beside him.

"I'll take this mission."

"You have to be careful, based on my investigation, Golden Mountain Sect is offering this reward because this person killed Qin Wenwu."

The voice on the other end of the phone was vague, indistinguishable as male or female.

"I don't care whom he's killed, I only care about how much this mission pays me?"

The man tore off his loincloth and nakedly walked into the bathroom, where a display screen showed an image of Lin Beichen.

"No matter who my target is, no matter where he is, I'll kill him! Tell Golden Mountain Sect that one billion isn't enough, hiring me will cost at least ten billion USD."

The assassin agent on the other end of the call was slightly silent.

If any other assassin said this, he would've long expelled them from the assassin squad, but the person on the other end had the right to be arrogant.

Because the other party was the King of Assassins in the underground assassin realm.

"Black Skull, I believe in your strength, but it's best not to get careless. I don't want the next news about you to be that you've been killed."

The agent finished speaking and transmitted a file to the other party.

Black Skull flipped through Lin Beichen's file, his expression extremely serious.

As an internationally renowned King of Assassins, Black Skull had always been very high-profile.

Everyone knows that this globally celebrated King of Assassins is a Japanese.

He was originally a sumo wrestler, but later, due to severe poisoning causing rapid weight loss, he was forced to leave the sumo world and, by chance, entered the underground assassin group.

This fortunate encounter made him unstoppable, completing over 500 missions in just ten years.

On average, he kills a target each week.

Regardless of whether the target was a wealthy tycoon or a big figure in some organization, once targeted by Black Skull, they could start preparing for their funeral.

"Interesting."

Black Skull wiped his still wet hair, standing inside the floor-to-ceiling window of the 79th floor of a skyscraper, coldly gazing at the ant-like crowd below.

"Dragon Country, I will conquer you."

"Lin Beichen, no matter what kind of master you are, I will make you beg at my feet."

Lin Beichen rested for a few days by Dragon Sleep River, partly to confirm the recovery of Zhao Weinan's injuries, and partly to wait for the people from Medicine Immortal Pavilion.

He had left the wooden man in Medicine Immortal Pavilion, temporarily taken care of by its people.

Lin Beichen had an enlightenment in the back mountain of Medicine Immortal Pavilion, during which a large amount of Spiritual Qi from grass and trees pervaded the surroundings, transforming the area around Medicine Immortal Pavilion into rich land of Immortal Herbs.

These Spirit Grass not only heal injuries but can also be used to research elixirs.

After Lin Beichen's departure, Medicine Immortal Pavilion people were wild with joy, kneeling and crying in the back mountain of Medicine Immortal Pavilion.

For professional alchemists, Immortal Herbs are more important than ancient pill formulas.

With Immortal Herbs, even without pill formulas, they can research independently.

Before there were any pill formulas in this world, wasn't it also a bunch of alchemists pioneering and creating Immortal Pills?

In the past few hundred years, Medicine Immortal Pavilion spent countless efforts but only managed to obtain a few dozen Immortal Herbs.

Even Mr. Li Jiang was reluctant to use these herbs, let alone ordinary alchemists.

Now, Lin Beichen transformed the entire back mountain into land of Immortal Herbs, with countless Immortal Herbs filling the mountainsides.

They can use the herbs for alchemy, juice extraction, and even mixing fresh herbed salad and eating raw – these herbs are enough for years.

Recently, the alchemists of Medicine Immortal Pavilion have been waking up laughing from their dreams.

They've never fought such a wealthy battle in their lives.

Therefore, when Mr. Li Jiang announced sending some people out, they felt more despondent instead of joyous, as if chosen for a bitter task.

In the past, everyone would use all their connections to earn a spot to leave the mountain.

Medicine Immortal Pavilion is wonderful, but it's ultimately far from cities.

Everyone cultivates and severs worldly ties, but cutting off worldly roots is easier said than done?

"Lin Beichen, I heard there's a concert tonight, do you have time?"

Zhao Weinan leaned against the boardwalk railing by Dragon Sleep River, looking pitifully at Lin Beichen.

The days Lin Beichen spent with her were the happiest days of her life.

However, the happier she was, the more she understood Lin Beichen would soon leave.

Beautiful dreams are like this.

Because they are fleeting, they appear overly beautiful.

"Concert?"

Lin Beichen slightly frowned, a beautiful figure flashed in his mind.

The top musical talent in Imperial Capital University, showing musical talent at the age of eight, fought over by major music schools worldwide – yet she rejected other institutions and stayed at Imperial Capital University.

He remembers this girl.

At their last meeting, she was already a globally renowned musical genius, but he was still just a student despite his fame.

"It's worth seeing."

Lin Beichen said lightly.

He didn't know much about music, only intending to fulfill Zhao Weinan's wish while lending support to a fellow student.

"Going like this, wouldn't it be inappropriate?"

Zhao Weinan said, her eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement.

She was starting to push her luck.

Before asking, she thought having Lin Beichen accompany her to the concert would be enough.

After receiving Lin Beichen's affirmative answer, she wanted more.

Lin Beichen looked at her amusedly, shaking his head inside.

Despite her calm exterior, she was still a young girl whose heart had just bloomed.

Since his return, Zhao Weinan had been wearing a veil to cover her figure, not letting anyone see even a glance.

He had restrained his aura so that even amidst crowds, no one could perceive his presence.

Young girls always want to announce their romance, spreading what they deem beautiful, seeking everyone's blessing for their love.

But Lin Beichen, indulgent to Zhao Weinan's whims, could not agree to such a condition.

Though if it were only foregoing disguising their figures, Lin Beichen could oblige.

Thinking of this, Lin Beichen waved his hand, a sheet of Spiritual Qi enveloped them.

The power of grass and trees surrounded Zhao Weinan, gradually transforming into Spiritual Energy Gauze Clothing.

Under the clothing, Zhao Weinan's visage seemed to change.

A ripple appeared on Dragon Sleep River's surface, forming a mirror.

"Look at this image, does it suit your heart's desire?"

Lin Beichen said softly.

Hearing this, Zhao Weinan looked up, surprise filling her eyes.

In the water mirror, two figures were reflected.

The face looked exactly like hers, but it lacked some deadly attraction.