Number One Under Heaven

Twenty-One was an assassin. He had no name, only a codename.

As a child, he was a little assassin. When he grew up, he became the number one assassin.

Then he killed a monk. The compassionate monk submitted to death willingly and gave his life to help him reach enlightenment.

But he still couldn't find enlightenment. There was one person left on the assassination list.

The last one was named Feng Xingtian.

Even the children on the street knew who he was.

He was the greatest fighter under heaven.

Twenty-One had to kill the greatest fighter under heaven.

Feng Xingtian recently picked someone up in the north of the desert.

The man was dehydrated in the wasteland, about to dry up under the sun.

Feng saved him by giving him a few mouthfuls of water.

He had hoped for some company along the way to relieve his boredom,

but the man was a dullard, a clay jar with a blank face.

Yet if you brushed the dust off the jar's surface, inside it was as clear and bright as crystal.

Feng Xingtian fell for him and chased him across most of the Central Plains before the clay jar finally came around and nodded.

Just as Feng was about to kiss him, the clay jar turned his face away again.

"But I still have to kill one more person."

"Who? You kill him, and I'll dig his grave."

"The greatest fighter under heaven."

"Who?"

"Feng Xingtian."

"..."

"Do you regret it?"

He didn't regret it. He was thinking about

how he could kill himself and then dig his own grave...

Theme: Pursue freedom and yearn for a passionate life.