Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 1337 Ivan's Assassination

Lilly and Ivan traveled together, during which she shared her experience of cultivating spiritual consciousness with him.

"Theoretical knowledge is not important; the most crucial thing is practice," she told him, deciding to train him just as her father had trained her.

He nodded. "You go first."

She said, "You can now sense the Nether Chain."

She pointed to the side.

He followed her instructions and tried to perceive everything around him.

However, he could only hear the faint sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, and nothing else.

She frowned. This won't do; he hasn't found the right state yet.

Suddenly, she remembered what he had said about evading the pursuit of the black-robed man, how he instinctively made a fatal blow at the critical moment.

Isn't this instinct a form of spiritual power? You should know that spiritual consciousness is the ultimate form of evolved spiritual power, so I can completely... use it for assassination or something.

I am practicing how to use spiritual consciousness for assassination. Coincidentally, isn't he a ready-made sparring partner?

Her eyes flashed slightly as she continued instructing him on how to train his spiritual power. Her spiritual consciousness quietly reached out towards him.

He had a Red Bracelet tied to his ring that hung around his neck, and the ring was hidden under his clothes.

For assassination, it would be best to take the killing knife from the opponent's ring or body and let them kill themselves.

However, when her spiritual consciousness had just touched his clothes and prepared to penetrate the fabric and enter the ring, he instinctively raised his hand to cover his chest and looked down, furrowing his brows.

She was shocked. Wow, is Ivan Shaw so vigilant? Is this what he calls instinct? In that case, his spiritual power is still extraordinary.

"What's wrong?" She pretended to know nothing and looked at him strangely.

Her sincere and innocent little face was too deceptive, especially since the Little Ruler of Hell had 108 eyes, which looked pure white on the surface but were "black" inside when cut.

He had no suspicions. After all, how could he possibly think that she wanted to assassinate him?

He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

But the vigilance in his eyes did not fade. He looked around calmly and whispered, "We have already walked quite far, so be careful."

They had long left the range of Mount Everest and walked along the Nether Chain, unknowingly arriving at a dim and cold place.

It seemed to be a large canyon around them now, with no sight of the sky or anything bright.

Coincidentally, the small ghost beast raised its tail and let out a low growl.

She moved closer to Ivan Shaw and said, "Yes."

Her spiritual awareness now extended to fifty meters, allowing her to see clearly within a radius of fifty meters.

For example, there was a female corpse floating above their heads and a skeleton following behind.

There were no ghost beasts or eerie fog here, but the darkness had condensed into a tangible form. She estimated that even if she took out a flashlight, it wouldn't illuminate the half-meter path in front of her. She glanced at Ivan, who became more alert. His mental strength peaked as he noticed all the movements around them.

She thought to herself. Taking a weapon from his ring and attempting an assassination won't work.

She couldn't help but wonder if the black-robed man was also this cautious and if he had something more potent than him, such as the ability to detect spiritual consciousness.

If that is the case, my spiritual consciousness would be discovered as soon as I get close. If that is the case, directly taking a weapon from the opponent might not be the best choice.

She pondered and gave up on secretly attacking him with his weapon. After all, he had been so vigilant when she touched his clothes earlier. He also had a hidden short blade on his wrist, but it would definitely be discovered.

In that case... I can only rely on my weapon.

Her spiritual awareness delved into her ring and carefully selected the weapons.

The magical pan doesn't work, as its shape is too large and would easily create noise. The golden bread is also not suitable. These weapons are too weak in level. I haven't even considered using them when I fight against the black-robed man, let alone against him. Then...

She suddenly noticed a gift box in the corner. It was a gift from the King of Transformation when he came to have a meal with her.

She immediately opened it and took out a needle.

When she first saw the needle in the gift box, she didn't pay much attention, as it wasn't a conventional weapon. But now, this needle was the best weapon.

Her spiritual consciousness held onto the needle quietly, took it out of the ring, and immediately retreated five meters.

Then, she focused her spiritual consciousness on the needle and aimed at his back.

She wasn't in a hurry. She approached quietly and strived to create an actual scene of the assassination.

Meanwhile, the small ghost beast on her shoulder had its eyes wide open.

Oh, my goodness! I see something! Behind Miss Ruler of Hell, there was a silver needle!