Chapter 1711: At Least Ten Times

Just as Ye Bufan felt his mind in chaos, the Black-Clothed Man continued, "We assassins have principles. Double is definitely not enough; it must be at least ten times."

"Ten times!"

Ye Bufan immediately had black lines running down his forehead; this assassin was truly greedy enough.

"No problem, I'll pay, as long as you let me go."

The Black-Clothed Man was slightly stunned: "Are you sure you have that much money?"

"Isn't it just two million gold coins? That's a small matter. I'll give it to you right now, as long as you guarantee you'll let me go…"

As Ye Bufan spoke, he moved his mind, and a particle gun appeared in his palm.

The Black-Clothed Man didn't recognize what it was at all and looked astonished: "I want gold coins; what is this thing you have?"

"A good thing. I'll send you to Hell first, and then I'll burn it for you later…"

Ye Bufan said this and abruptly pulled the trigger.

The particle gun had immense power, capable of instantly killing a Soul Transformation Rank expert, let alone this Black-Clothed Man in front of him, who only had Nascent Soul cultivation.

With a muffled 'bang', the sound wasn't loud, but then the Black-Clothed Man was surprised to discover a hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

No blood flowed out, and even his heart had been instantly dissolved into nothingness.

"You…"

Only then did he realize he had been completely deceived; the opponent possessed a trump card he couldn't resist. Yet, until his death, he couldn't understand what that thing in the other's hand was and how it could be so powerful.

The last wisp of light floated out from his Niwan Palace; it was his escaping Nascent Soul: "Brat, you actually dared to plot against me. Just you wait, I won't let you off. The Assassins Guild will never cease until you are dead…"

He spat out a harsh threat and prepared to flee, but just then, a small black bottle appeared above his head, and immediately, a huge suction force followed.

"Ah!"

The Nascent Soul let out a shrill scream, filled with endless anger and unwillingness, and was sucked into the Demon Refining Bottle.

He had originally thought this mission was as simple as could be, completely picking up a huge bargain. Assassinating a waiter at a medical clinic to get 200,000 gold coins—how was that any different from a pie falling from the sky?

But he never expected that this young man in front of him, despite only having Golden Core Stage cultivation, had endless trump cards. In the end, what fell from the sky wasn't a pie, but a death warrant.

Ye Bufan waved his hand and retrieved the Demon Refining Bottle. At the bottom of the bottle was now a small black pill, which was the Divine Essence Pill refined from the opponent's Nascent Soul. However, because the opponent's cultivation was low, the Rank of this Medicinal Pill was not high, but it was still better than nothing.

Before he could refine a Heaven Mending Pill, this kind of Divine Essence Pill was of great benefit to the recovery of his Mental Energy.

It was precisely because of this that he hadn't blown off the opponent's head just now; his purpose was to be able to refine this kind of Medicinal Pill.

Although he wasn't a wicked or vicious person, he wasn't a saint either. Since the other party wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared for both body and soul to be destroyed.

Afterward, he stepped forward, took the Storage Ring from the Black-Clothed Man's hand, and then flicked a strand of Dan Fire, instantly refining the corpse into nothingness.

"I wonder how much loot this guy can bring me."

Slightly excited, Ye Bufan swept his Divine Sense into the Storage Ring, but the result was a bit disappointing; there were only about 300,000 gold coins inside.

"Damn it, wasn't the agreed-upon reward 200,000? Why is he still so poor?"

He had originally thought that inside an assassin's Storage Ring, there must be immense wealth hidden, but he hadn't expected there to be only this much.

If that Black-Clothed Man were alive, he would certainly be so angry he'd vomit blood. Although he earned a lot, his expenses were also high!

He was an assassin, but also a Cultivator. Changing equipment cost money, buying Medicinal Pills cost money, and buying resources to Cultivate cost money. Everything required gold coins.

Moreover, he wasn't a very high-ranking assassin, so being able to save 300,000 gold coins was already extremely rare.

Ye Bufan didn't know these things. He continued to check the Storage Ring; there were over 100 Spirit Stones. Although not many, it was better than nothing.

Afterward, he discovered that while this guy didn't have much money, he had quite a few Storage Rings—a full twenty-something of them—which must have been left behind after completing previous assassinations.

In addition, there were some bottles and jars of Medicinal Pills, various types of clothing used for stealth, and in the corner, there was a bronze-colored token.

"What is this thing?"

With a thought, the small token appeared in his palm. He saw the four characters for "Assassins Guild" written on the front, and on the back was written "Judge".

Observing it carefully, this should be the identity token issued to assassins by the Assassins Guild, and the two characters were very likely this person's codename.

Thinking of this, Ye Bufan secretly found it funny; this guy's ability wasn't anything special, but his title sounded quite imposing.

Afterward, he put away all this loot and turned back to his room.

The most urgent matter was to recover his cultivation as quickly as possible. He took out that Divine Essence Pill, tossed it into his mouth, and then began to sit cross-legged and Cultivate.

About half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes; a feeling of extreme comfort came from his Sea of Consciousness.

He felt the True Essence power within his body; it had already reached the Golden Core Middle Stage.

Ye Bufan couldn't help but shake his head slightly; one ordinary Divine Essence Pill had barely allowed him to advance by one small Realm.

And this was just the beginning. If he wanted to reach the Golden Core Late Stage from the Golden Core Middle Stage, he was afraid he would need at least ten or more Divine Essence Pills of this Rank.

It seemed he would need to obtain higher-Rank Divine Essence Pills as much as possible in the future. Before he could refine a Heaven Mending Pill, this was the best way to help him recover his cultivation.

Just as he was thinking, a knock sounded at the door, and then Su Caiwei's shy voice came in: "Big Brother Ye, are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

Ye Bufan stood up and walked over to open the door. Su Caiwei stood at the doorway with rosy cheeks.

Because she had just bathed, her naturally fair and tender skin emitted an alluring luster under the candlelight. Her damp hair hung on both sides of her cheeks, setting her off to look even more charming and moving.

As the saying goes, a beauty stepping out of a bath is a sight to behold; that must be describing the scene before him, which made him stare, somewhat entranced.

Under his gaze, Su Caiwei's cheeks became even rosier. She lowered her head and said: "Big Brother Ye, may I come in?"

"Oh! Of course you can!"

Ye Bufan snapped out of it and hurriedly let Su Caiwei in.

"It's so late, is there something the matter?"

"It's nothing much. I just wanted to thank Big Brother Ye; those things you gave me are really easy to use."

Su Caiwei had always loved bathing, but she had never enjoyed these modern things.

Whether it was the shampoo or the shower gel, she was extremely satisfied with them, especially the bath sponge, which brought an unprecedented feeling.

Coupled with the comfort after bathing, the skin on her body was smooth and supple, and her hair was filled with that faint fragrance.

"Oh!" Ye Bufan waved his hand, "Just a small gift, it's nothing."

Su Caiwei asked: "Big Brother Ye, where did you buy these things? Why have I never seen them before? And the words on the bottles are all so strange; why don't I recognize a single one?"