<h4>Chapter 1170: Chapter 1177: Rebirth</h4>


    "Did you see him?"


    In a dark, lightless room, a cold voice was heard, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.


    "We saw him. As you said, he’s very skilled. I estimate his power is enough to rank sixth on the Earthly List." At this moment, three people stood outside the room. If Ling Chen were here, he would definitely recognize these three as the ones who attempted to assassinate him in East Sea City that day.


    "Zhu Hong, this opponent of yours is quite tough." A young man spoke, "When we were in East Sea City, we specially investigated his background. Essentially, the whole of East Sea City is under his control, moreover, he recently opened the Dragon Tiger Hall, recruiting a lot of experts, and his power is growing rapidly. However, I’ve heard that Ling Chen had a fallout with the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. Given the pavilion’s nature, they probably won’t let him go."


    "Humph! I don’t care about the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, Ling Chen’s life is mine, no one can take it from me. Alright, you all go for now, keep a close watch on Ling Chen’s movements."


    "No problem. By the way, I asked the master, you still have about a month left before you cane out. How’s the feeling inside? Can you hold on?"


    "This is just a small matter for me, I’ve been through worse."


    "Impressive! No wonder the master chose you. Well, we’ll get busy now. Contact us if anythinges up." After speaking, the three turned and walked out.


    In the dark room, there was a water tank about two meters long, filled with a ck viscous liquid, emitting a foul stench. At one end of the tank, a disfigured head appeared, marked with burnt scars, devoid of eyebrows and hair, only those sharp eyes emitting a fierce light.


    This person was none other than Zhu Hong, who was once lost in the desert.


    At that moment, in the thick ck liquid, long eel-like creatures asionally surfaced and then submerged again. Simultaneously, Zhu Hong let out a faint groan, his face contorting as if enduring immense pain.


    Persevere! Zhu Hong gritted his teeth; this was the only thing he needed to do now. Only by persisting could he gain everything.


    Recalling everything that happened recently feels like a nightmare to him.


    Back then, after getting lost in the desert, with no water, no food, and no way to use the phone, he was entirely trapped. To survive, he killed hispanion, drank his blood, and ate his flesh. Though disgusting, Zhu Hong had to endure it to stay alive.


    However, the desert heat caused thepanion’s corpse to rot rapidly. After consuming too much rotten flesh, Zhu Hong finally couldn’t hold on and fell ill in the desert. Just as he thought he was done for when he fell unconscious, fate didn’t abandon him.


    When he woke again, he found himself lying in a room, his injuries already healed.


    The person responsible for treating him was an old man, and he was from Huaxia. Moreover, it was this old man who found him in the desert, saved him, and gave him another chance at life.


    Through understanding, Zhu Hong gradually figured out the old man’s identity. The old man was not an ordinary person but an assassin, and the ce he was still in was deep in the desert. However, it was a base for training elite assassins, and the old man was the head of this base.


    After his injuries fully healed, the old man gave him two options: be his disciple or leave. Zhu Hong didn’t hesitate and chose the former. The reason for such a decision was because he witnessed the training of these assassins.


    These people were not just assassins but experts. If he could harness this power, he could do anything he wanted.


    Honestly, at that time, Zhu Hong also wondered why the old man wanted to ept him as a disciple. It wasn’t untilter, while chatting with his fellow disciples, that he learned the old man’s main reason for epting him was his characteristics.


    An assassin is dark. A person who could ughter apanion and devour flesh and blood to survive also had a dark heart. Such a person was most suited to be an assassin.


    During his time in the assassin base, Zhu Hong didn’t idle, he learned a lot about this ce.


    Assassin! To his former self, it was just an insignificant profession. With money, an assassin is just a dog tomand. However, this base changed his view on assassins. To be precise, the elite assassins trained here were unlike those in the outside world.


    Like his master, the old man hailed from an assassin family. For hundreds of years, the family had served the royal family, performing unspeakable deeds for them. Even now, they continued serving the wealthy and powerful. Moreover, their service was lifelong and did not ept temporary hires. Because of this, they became invisible in the assassin world.


    Zhu Hong knew this assassin’s power was like a poisonous snake, lurking in the grass, rarely revealing itself. But once it acted, no one could escape its deadly bite.


    His master told him, although his potential was good, hecked a strong foundation. Therefore, his master specially concocted a potion to improve his physique so he could grow faster. ording to the master’s requirement, he must soak in the potion for two months until his physique fully transformed, only then could he proceed to the next step. Currently, it’s been a month. In the beginning, every day was unbearably painful, with a desire to end it all. However, to be stronger, he gritted his teeth and persevered.


    Just wait! Sooner orter, I’ll have you all bowing at my feet.


    ...


    Another month passed in a blink.


    Ling Chen was livingfortably. With Tong Zhentian and He Ziyun managing the Dragon Tiger Hall, there wasn’t anything for him to worry about. Apart from practicing his skills, he spent his days rxing and enjoying with his many femalepanions.


    Yet, despite the ease, Ling Chen didn’t lower his guard. He knew he had made too many enemies; only by continually strengthening himself and expanding his power could he prepare for uing crises.


    The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, a critical challenge he must ovee.


    This day, Nanrong Wanqing and the others went to work, while Ling Chen stayed at home, intending to solidify his recent learnings. Suddenly, a phone rang.


    "Hello! Fatty, calling me for something?"


    "Are you free? Join me for a trip to the hospital. Just received a message saying Ling Beichuan is critically ill."


    Critically ill?


    Ling Chen felt a rush of anxiety; this was troublesome. Ling Beichuan held a wealth of information about Ling Gengqiu. Ling Chen was counting on extracting Ling Gengqiu’s grave location from him. If he died, it would be a huge loss for Ling Chen.


    After hanging up, Ling Chen quickly donned his coat and drove straight to the hospital.