CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: RYOMA V LIAN’ER PT3

Lian’er smirked. "I told you, your destruction is inevitable." She declared as she leapt out of the crater and landed on the elevated roots. She stared down on Ryoma. "So are you going to tell me where I can find that garbage heap that sent you after me?"

Ryoma shook his head, he knew he had made a grave mistake when he accepted that job—but even so, he was not going to sell out his client to save his skin. His silence was his golden weapon, his honor as a man.

"Unfortunately I cannot tell you."

"That’s unfortunate."

Lian’er breathed out and once again the frosting breath increased turning the already frozen Sect into a field of ice, the temperatures rapidly descended into the negatives until even molecules themselves in the air could not move from being frozen.

She deployed another cultivation skill she had copied back in the heavenly cities—her body disappeared leaving an afterimage in her stead. She appeared behind Ryoma and touched the man on his back sending her Neuro-Qi into him causing freezing to begin, starting with his conduits rendering them unable to generate Neuro-Qi. Outside, Ryoma’s skin was starting to be incased by ice.

Ryoma gritted his teeth. He did not see her move despite being of an Enlightened Realm, his eyes were slow to track her movement and he was now in this situation. "Well played." He congratulated accepting his fate.

Lian’er walked over to his front and looked Ryoma in the eye—her eyes glowed a bit and she established a connection between him and her, infiltrating his mind with her Neuro-Qi— a few seconds lapsed and Lian’er’s eyes lost their glow. She took a step back and snapped her finger causing the icing of Ryoma to quicken.

She was the victor—an entire Sect of assassins annihilated by a lone individual.

News of such travesty would spread around Argyon and the surrounding cities.

Aamon was not happy—he took the whiskey bottle and slammed it into the wall scaring the maids that were in his room. They had one job, one fucking job. Kill that bitch and bring me her head! But no!! They failed twice.

He threw another item at the window shattering it.

That woman over the past few days had become a nuisance to him. When he slept, she invaded his dreams with her beauty and yet she ushered him away like a dog, her nasty tongue was what set them down this path—had she accepted, nothing like this would’ve happened.

"Stupid shit!" He gritted his teeth as he turned to the new girl strapped on the wall—Aamon approached her and looked her in the eye.

The prostitute had a resemblance to the bane of his existence—white hair and slightly light shaded eyes.

Aamon raised his hand and ran it across the cheek of the woman who was inching away in fear.

"Do you know, that you belong to me?" He asked, the brothels, strip clubs and more exotic places were his family enterprises—the underworld was in the palm of the RavenClaw and every employee within the establishments belonged to him, the Neuro-Qi employment document had such rule in it.

The woman shook her head, tears starting to fall freely from her eyes.

Aamon wiped away her tear. "Don’t cry, you will be at peace soon and you won’t have to endure the hardships this world have to offer."

He took out a pocket knife and ran it across the woman’s face, leaving a bloody scar that traveled from cheek to cheek. Aamon smiled when she screamed in pain and took a lick of her blood enjoying the taste of the blood as it played with his tastebuds.

Before he could go any further, the door opened and his chauffer walked in. "Master Aamon, the preparation have been completed, the only thing left is you."

Aamon put his knife down and followed his chauffer to their secret room where another attempt at Lian’er would happen.

Inside the dark room, lit up by candles was a massive seal crafted from blood, ash and coal. The seal had a pentagram design and inscribed language that no one aside from Aamon and his chauffer understood.

Aamon walked over to the seal and cut his finger allowing his blood to fall into the chalice which allowed the droplets to touch the seal.

The seal illuminated and the ash and coals ignited.

As they cleared, there was a man standing in the smoke, his body was ethereal.

"Speak."

Aamon knelt down in the presence of the man. "Lord, I humbly ask for your assistance in dealing with something here in Sunderfall."

The man hummed contemplating his answer. "What is it that you need? As long as it is my power I will make it happen for you my boy, a repayment of the job you did for me months ago."

Aamon looked at the man with a hopeful look and a beaming smile. "I request aid, there’s a rebellion I want to crush, it has been affecting the family business." He answered speaking the half truth.

The woman killing his hires did affect the family business as they had lost a huge chunk of their intimidating force in one night.

The man rubbed his beard and nodded. "Alright then."

The smoke that was creating the projection dissipated in the room and a minor rattle hit the walls causing them to creek in anguish from the strain that was slowly being exerted onto the room itself.

Lightning sparks appeared on the floor and one massive bolt of lightning struck from the center creating a hole on the floor and forcing Aamon and his chauffer to cover their eyes.

As they uncovered their eyes, two individuals cladded in white robes stood at the center.

Aamon could feel their aura, their presence and the bloodlust they emitted—he found it difficult to breathe from the combined forces but he willed himself to his feet even though they felt as if they were jelly.

"Welcome to the RavenClaw estate."

He flinched when he saw the look the individuals gave him—he took a step back from them incase they changed their mind and attacked him. "Y.. Yes, as I was saying. Welcome to Sunderfall, I called you here cause I want someone dead, all the help I have hired turned up dead and in a coffin of ice."

The mention of ice intrigued the two and one of them walked over to Aamon—his red eyes stared into Aamon’s trembling ones.

"My name Lerviticus of the Scabbards—I heard you say ice, would by chance the person you want us to kill possess unique features like white-hair and a tattoo like mark on her collarbone?"

Aamon took a moment to recall the inn accident—when she flipped him over, her collar lowered and there was something on her but he could not see it clearly. "Yes, she had something on her neck."

Lerviticus turned to his partner. "It’s her!" The person that had escaped them, fate had brought their paths together again. He looked at Aamon. "Consider it done, you helped our master after all."

Lerviticus and his partner vanished leaving behind a smirking Aamon who wanted to jump in excitement at the prospect of getting her head delivered to him.