Chapter 35: Night Raid

Young Master Qin was currently suffering, restless as he sat.

Not far from him, behind the screen, the sound of flowing water echoed, inviting endless imagination.

Accompanying it was a melodious and pleasant voice.

“Miss Ruoshuang, your skin is so smooth and tender. Do you have any secrets?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

“I don’t believe it. Then just say something, anything?”

“…Mu’er.”

Qin Mengyu: “???”

Listening to his sisters chatting while bathing, Young Master Qin had wanted to avoid suspicion from the start.

But who would have thought, good grief, if he hadn’t firmly refused, he’d have been dragged in to wash together.

According to Sister Mengyu, he was just a little brat, seen completely naked since childhood.

Though he’d grown older, even now, he wasn’t much different from before.

Actually, he wanted to say—no, the difference is huge.

Can you compare an embroidery needle to an iron rod?

But he couldn’t say that.

If he did, he might get his butt kicked.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Qin Mu had waited so long he started dozing off, yawning endlessly, barely able to hold on.

Just as he was about to collapse, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Two graceful figures walked out.

One was elegant and cool, the other refined and poised.

Their slender forms glowed with a faint rosy hue from the hot water, their skin fair and tinged with a soft flush, mist clinging to them.

Their black hair cascaded down, gently swaying at their waists, and on their peerless faces, a few droplets of water lingered.

Like white lotuses emerging from water, a beauty beyond compare.

Fortunately, Qin Mu had grown up immersed in his sisters’ stunning beauty.

He only spaced out for a moment before snapping back to his senses.

Otherwise, that scene would have left him standing there like a fool, drooling.

Qin Mengyu caught Qin Mu’s dazed look perfectly.

She glided over to her younger brother, smiling.

“Well? Has sister become more beautiful?”

She smiled slightly, autumn waters flickering in her eyes, alluring.

“Hmph!”

Qin Mu turned his head, pouting.

“Just the same as always, nothing special.”

Seeing her brother’s tsundere look, Qin Mengyu covered her mouth, laughing softly.

The sweet sound made Young Master Qin’s face flush red.

Night fell.

On a bed, not too big or small, three figures lay.

A petite figure lay in the middle, sleeping deeply.

No one knew what she was dreaming about, but she kept burrowing towards Da Bai Tuan in front of her.

“Little pervert…”

Qin Mengyu’s face reddened as she slapped the restless head in her arms in exasperation.

On the other side, Qin Ruoshuang hugged the boy, content, eyes closed in thought, restoring her energy.

After all, earlier, Qin Ruoshuang had secretly eaten a lot behind her sister’s back.

This time, she let her sister have it first.

As the elder, she needed to be generous.

Moments later, Qin Ruoshuang’s eyes snapped open.

She glanced at her sister.

At that moment, Qin Mengyu’s gaze sharpened too.

The two exchanged a look and quietly got up.

Inn, first-floor hall.

Now, more than a dozen figures stood there.

Silvery moonlight streamed in.

A face, somewhat familiar, appeared—the daytime Store Clerk.

A slightly chubby middle-aged man spoke.

“Is everything confirmed? Remember, we need to be swift and decisive.”

The Store Clerk replied respectfully.

“Shopkeeper, preparations are complete. This time, it’s definitely a fat sheep.”

“Heh! Two Holy Maidens of the Seven Star Sect—this isn’t just any fat sheep. If something goes wrong, we’re the ones in trouble. We need to be mentally prepared.”

A swordsman in a straw cloak reminded them.

“Hey! Old Hu, why are you boosting others’ morale and lowering our own? Why so cautious this time!”

A burly man roared, his voice loud.

“Just two girls, how strong could they be? At most Golden Core Completion. We have five Golden Core Realm, two at Completion, three at Peak. Can’t we take them down? Unless she’s a Yuan Ying!”

A young man holding a flute, looking every bit the Scholar, spoke.

“Brother Yan, Brother Hu is right. It’s best to be cautious. Besides, the employer is paying well, but targeting the Seven Star Sect’s Holy Maidens—whether we succeed or not, our days ahead won’t be easy.”

The group fell silent at his words.

Indeed, their organization wouldn’t risk offending a great force like the Seven Star Sect for just a few people.

“Enough thinking. Tonight, none of you will leave here.”

A female voice sounded from somewhere.

As soon as it echoed in the hall, everyone tensed.

Not good!

They scrambled to escape.

But a white figure was faster, sword in hand, icy gaze sweeping over everyone present.

“Little girl! You think I would be scared of you?”

The burly man roared, muscles bulging.

His already large form became even more massive.

“Manniu Strength!”

He threw a punch, attacking first.

Qin Ruoshuang remained calm.

She elegantly twirled a Sword Flower, then swung her sword.

“Ugh!”

The burly man’s steps halted.

He clutched his neck, eyes wide.

“How…possible…”

Thud!

The giant body crashed to the ground.

A Golden Core Peak expert, dead just like that.

“So, who’s next?”

Qin Ruoshuang spoke nonchalantly, as if she had merely swatted a fly.

The leading middle-aged man’s expression darkened.

The information given by their employer was wrong!

This was clearly the Yuan Ying Stage!

“Rush upstairs! Capture that Qi Cultivation Stage boy!”

The middle-aged man snapped back, leaping to the second floor.

Before him stood a woman in a cherry-pink palace dress, waiting.

“If you want to take Mu’er, you’ll have to get past me first!”

Her eyes narrowed.

Qin Mengyu sent a palm strike across the air to the man’s chest.

Visibly, it caved in.

“Pu!”

The man flew back, smashing into the floor.

Soon, his Qi faded completely.

Silence.

In just a few breaths, a Golden Core Peak and a Golden Core Completion had been dealt with so easily.

Those present were no fools.

By now, there was only one explanation left.

Killing Golden Core so easily—this was a Yuan Ying!

But that was impossible.

A Yuan Ying at such a young age—unheard of!

The remaining three exchanged glances.

Desperate, they bit their tongues, spat out blood.

Their blood fused, forming a blood-red longsword.

“Bloodthirst!”

With a swoosh, the sword shot toward Qin Ruoshuang.

Qin Ruoshuang’s face remained calm.

Facing the last-ditch attack of three Golden Core, she still swung her sword simply.

A cold Sword Intent crushed all hope in an instant.

Her strength was overwhelming—impossible to match.

The fused blood sword shattered, causing backlash to the three, their Qi weakening.

Seeing five Golden Core Realm defeated, the rest quickly surrendered.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.