Raising Orphans, Not Assassins-Chapter 2Vol. - - Sun Lang
Beyond the changes in the orphanage, Yuye Hall had also undergone a transformation.
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Ever since the downfall of Feng Yu Tower, assassin organizations had sprung up across the martial world like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Over two years of development and relentless competition, the assassin world had settled into a tripartite standoff.
Tang Sect, Yuye Hall, and Qilin Pavilion were now the most renowned assassin organizations in the martial world.
There was no need to explain Tang Sect—hidden weapons, poisons, and silent assassinations were their specialty.
Yuye Hall, on the other hand, wielded a single jade leaf as its symbol, and no one in the martial world dared provoke them.
Because everyone knew what that jade leaf represented.
A Grandmaster.
Not to mention that the six elite assassins of Yuye Hall were remnants of Feng Yu Tower.
In terms of experience and strength, they far surpassed Tang Sect.
Having learned from the downfall of Feng Yu Tower, Qin Yi and the others—despite having Chen Ye as their backer—remained cautious and restrained.
Yuye Hall established its stronghold along the southeastern coast.
Following Chen Ye’s instructions, Qin Yi restructured their operations. Instead of carrying out assassinations themselves, they took on contracts and outsourced them to freelance martial artists, collecting a handling fee.
Only when encountering particularly difficult targets would Qin Yi and her team personally take action.
Thanks to this new model, Yuye Hall became extremely popular among the martial world figures in the southeast.
After all, this effectively provided them with an additional source of income.
The last of the three, Qilin Pavilion, was the most mysterious of the newly emerging assassin organizations.
They were based in the northwest.
Their prices were the highest among the three, but their success rate was also terrifying.
In just two years, their assassination completion rate stood at a staggering 100%.
As long as a target was marked by Qilin Pavilion, they would be dead within three days of the contract being accepted.
Rumors had it that the two personal disciples of Huashan Sect's leader had fallen at the hands of Qilin Pavilion.
It was said that Lin Tanzhi, the leader of Huashan Sect, had once stormed into a Qilin Pavilion branch with his sword drawn.
But less than fifteen minutes later, Lin Tanzhi walked out with a grim expression and never mentioned Qilin Pavilion again.
From that moment, Qilin Pavilion had firmly cemented its reputation in the martial world.
Over two years, the three major assassin organizations had divided the southwest, southeast, and northwest among themselves, engaging in both open and covert struggles.
Yuye Hall, in particular, had brought Chen Ye considerable wealth.
To put it bluntly, he could now afford to sit back and relax.
And his earnings continued to grow year after year.
The sound of sharpening filled the air.
Shing… Shing…
The cold gleam of a butcher’s knife flashed under the sunlight as it was honed against a sharpening stone.
Under the daylight, the blade gleamed razor-sharp, reflecting Chen Ye’s calm expression.
Once satisfied with the edge, Chen Ye stood up, stretched lazily, and moved his legs a little.
"Why isn’t Xiao Lian back yet?" Chen Ye muttered to himself.
Just earlier, Xiao Lian had taken three maids and a group of orphans out to the market to buy some treats.
By now, they should be on their way back.
…
On a soft, luxurious couch, a fair-skinned handsome young man lay resting.
His upper body was bare, with only a red silk quilt covering him from the chest down. To his right, a beautiful young woman lay asleep, exhausted.
Her long, jet-black hair was slightly disheveled as she curled up against the young man's shoulder, slumbering peacefully.
Suddenly, the young man’s eyes snapped open.
With a flex of his elbows, he propped himself up, causing the smooth red silk quilt to slide down, revealing his well-toned chest.
He turned his head and glanced out the window.
Seeing the sun already dipping toward the horizon, his expression changed.
Quickly, he scrambled out from under the quilt.
His movements were so abrupt that they disturbed the woman beside him.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the young man hurriedly dressing, a hint of grievance appeared on her delicate face.
She pulled the red silk quilt over her chest, stretched lazily, and yawned.
"Sun Lang… Why are you in such a rush?" she murmured.
The young man grinned sheepishly while hastily putting on his clothes. "Cui Hong, I’ve got things to do. Gotta go."
Hearing this, the woman pouted slightly, her voice soft and laced with reproach. "Last night, you called me ‘Hong-hong’… But now that you’re dressed, I’m just ‘Cui Hong’ again? Sun Lang, you really have a heart of stone."
The young man chuckled, fully dressed now. He strode to the bedside, reached out, and pinched Cui Hong’s smooth, fair cheek.
"Hong-hong, I was just in a hurry, that’s all."
Cuihong turned her head away in protest, refusing to look at him.
The young man wrapped an arm around her, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.
A deep blush spread across Cui Hong’s face, and she quickly pulled the quilt over her head.
He chuckled. "Hong-hong, when Madam Liu comes by, remember to pay her the room fee. I forgot to bring money yesterday. I’ll settle it next time."
Cuihong lifted the quilt slightly, looking at him with a mixture of grievance and amusement. "You said the same thing last time."
"I swear, next time I’ll pay in full." The young man spoke with a dead-serious expression.
"You said the same thing the time before that."
"Hahaha… Alright, see you next time, Hong-hong!"
"And the time before that!"
The young man laughed heartily, pushing open the door and leaving.
On the couch, the woman gazed after him with a pout, lightly slapping the bed twice.
"That scoundrel…"
…
Sun Sheng stepped out of the room, moving quickly as he descended the stairs.
"Damn it, I lost track of time! The sun's almost down!"
His face showed a hint of frustration.
Tomorrow was New Year's Eve. If he got home too late, his Foster Father would definitely have words for him.
Sun Sheng rushed down the stairs, but just as he reached the entrance of Yihong Brothel—
Two burly men suddenly stepped into his path.
Both were dressed in yellow short robes, their expressions fierce and intimidating, their faces lined with muscle.
Their thick arms were crossed over their chests, biceps bulging like knotted tree roots.
Then, a sharp, nasal voice rang out from the side.
"Young Master Sun!"
"Leaving without paying again today?"
Madam Liu, the brothel keeper—dressed in a silk robe embroidered with flowers and birds, her face thick with makeup despite being well past forty—seized Sun Sheng’s arm.
Sun Sheng forced a smile. "Madam Liu, I really have to go."
As he spoke, he lightly lifted his arm.
With just that slight motion, Madam Liu found herself unable to hold onto him.
She folded her arms and sneered. "Young Master Sun, you can’t expect Cui Hong to cover your room fee every time, can you?"
"Didn’t I say? Next time, I’ll definitely pay."
Sun Sheng’s patience was wearing thin. "I really have important matters to attend to."
Madam Liu snorted coldly. “Young Master Sun, if you want to leave our Yihong Brothel today—The lodging fees from this time, last time, the time before that, and the time before that—it's best if you settle them all at once.”
The two burly men standing guard crossed their thick arms over their chests, letting out a low snort as they glared at
Sun Sheng with menacing expressions.
Sun Sheng lazily glanced at them, his eyes flashing with disdain.
He reached out, grabbed both men by their collars, and with a sudden jolt of his arms—
The next moment, the two burly men were flung out like ragdolls.
"Ahh!"
"Ugh!"
The two men crashed face-first into the ground, landing a full ten feet away.
They hit the ground hard, rolling over with bruised faces and groans of pain.
Sun Sheng clapped his hands, looking unimpressed.
Madam Liu stood to the side, eyes wide with shock.
"I have things to do, see you around!"
Sun Sheng chuckled and sprinted toward the exit of Yihong Brothel.
His pace didn’t seem fast, but after just a few strides, he had already covered dozens of meters.
Madam Liu finally snapped out of her daze. She rushed to the entrance, shaking her fists at Sun Sheng’s retreating figure as she cursed loudly:
"Fine!"
"If you’ve got the guts, don’t ever come back!"
"If you show up here again, I’ll have someone break your damn legs!"
The people on the street turned their heads in surprise at Madam Liu’s furious shouting.
Yihong Brothel had been around for years, but this was the first time anyone had seen Madam Liu this angry.
After cursing a few more times, she stomped over to the two men still groaning on the ground.
She nudged them with her foot, scowling.
“Are you dead?”
“If not, get up already!”
“What’s the point of feeding you two useless fools?”
The two burly men exchanged a glance before scrambling to their feet.
After sneakily checking to make sure Sun Sheng was gone, they put on their menacing expressions again, trying to regain their dignity.
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