Nightfall. In a certain room in Fengcheng, three or four figures sat quietly.
Hum—
With a ripple of true Qi, a red-robed figure appeared and then took the seat at the head.
The red-robed figure glanced around. Seeing that most had arrived, he said, “There’s no need to worry about the Qin Family Sisters anymore. Right now, they’re probably still anxiously searching for their Qin Brother.”
“But now an even more troublesome person has appeared—the Star Plucking Tower Master, Wang Yan’er.”
“I summoned you all tonight to discuss this matter. The task of distracting the Qin Family Sisters has already been completed by me. So who among you will take on the task of distracting the Star Plucking Tower Master?”
As the words fell, a deadly silence followed.
Nonsense!
The Qin Family Sisters are only at Nascent Soul Realm.
Everyone present is confident they could take them on. But the Star Plucking Tower Master?
What cultivation level does she have! Is she someone that us Nascent Soul weaklings can afford to provoke?
She could kill us with just a breath.
Do we even have that capability? No! You all know we don’t!
Seeing that no one stood up, the red-robed figure slammed his fist hard on the table.
“We’ve trained soldiers for a thousand days to use them for just one moment. The time has come for us to dedicate ourselves to the Great Undertaking of the Demonic Race! How can we cower like this? If we keep this up, what kind of great cause will we be?”
Heh, it’s not like you’re the one going on the mission.
Everyone present knew full well that the Great Undertaking of the Demonic Race had nothing to do with them. Except for you, none of us are demons.
We don’t care about reviving the Demonic Race—we just want to make money! Nothing else!
***
Early in the morning, Xu Jing was already diligently at work.
Although there wasn’t much actual work, appearances had to be kept.
Then, he saw the Tower Master walk out of the youth’s room.
Xu Jing: “!!!”
Wasn’t the Tower Master supposed to be resting in her room last night?!
Could it be…
Xu Jing felt as if he had uncovered some earth-shattering secret.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Mama mia, please don’t let me get silenced.
Qin Mu opened his eyes and woke up.
It was nearly noon, and he felt slightly exhausted as he sat up.
These past few days were pure torture!
Every morning, he was either woken by the white furry lump pressing on him or strangled awake by being squeezed too tight.
No matter how much he shouted, Aunt Yan’er just wouldn’t wake up.
Then he’d pass out again and wake up only at noon.
Xu Jing watched the youth, who looked utterly tired as he pushed the door open, his steps unsteady.
This only confirmed Xu Jing’s suspicions further. Well, considering the Tower Master hadn’t eaten meat for hundreds of years, now that she had, who knew if this youth’s body could hold up.
After eating, Qin Mu followed Wang Yan’er out.
“Aunt Yan’er, where are we going today?”
Qin Mu’s heart wasn’t in investigating this matter anymore.
He had come to the Demon Clan—what use did a Qi cultivation rookie like him have?
He wasn’t even fit to be cannon fodder.
But Wang Yan’er looked very serious.
After all, the Demon Clan was both a public enemy to the human race and a private concern for her.
The Imperial Clan of the Great Yu Dynasty was on good terms with the Head of the Seven Star Sect.
The Star Plucking Tower Master, Wang Yan’er, was friends with the Sect Master Lu Qian.
Naturally, Wang Yan’er was also good friends with a member of the Imperial Clan.
Both publicly and privately, she had to investigate this case.
Wang Yan’er pulled Qin Mu along as they walked, but strangely, no one around seemed to notice them—not a single person’s eyes rested on the two.
“First, we’ll visit the Yamen.”
Wang Yan’er tugged Qin Mu, and soon they arrived at the entrance of Fengcheng’s Yamen.
Qin Mu rolled up his sleeves, about to knock on the door, but Wang Yan’er raised a hand to stop him.
“Aunt Yan’er? What’s wrong?”
Wang Yan’er traced a finger through the air, and the space before them split apart like cloth being cut, revealing a large rift.
“Let’s go.”
Wang Yan’er stepped through first, and Qin Mu followed.
Inside the Yamen, a man in official robes cradled a beauty, sipping wine and listening to light music.
Suddenly, a guard rushed in anxiously, breaking the mood.
The man showed displeasure.
“Reporting, Official, the Military Advisor’s secret message has arrived!”
Hearing only this, the man frowned impatiently.
“Set it aside for now. Go, go, go! Don’t disturb my entertainment.”
The guards quickly withdrew. Seeing them leave, the man raised a hand.
“Continue the music and the dance!”
Just as he prepared to resume drinking, his body stiffened.
Something was wrong!
His eyes snapped open.
“Who goes there?!”
“Heh. Looks like you’re not just a wine sack and food bag after all.”
Then, a tall figure and a young boy appeared before the man.
His pupils shrank. Mastering Space Power, this was no good man.
“My name is Wang Ji. May I ask your identity, sir…”
Wang Yan’er lifted her chin slightly, her tone cold.
“Seems Wang Official, you are a good and responsible magistrate after all. Such a huge Demon Clan incident happened under your jurisdiction, and you still have time to drink and revel.”
Wang Ji’s eyes widened.
The Demon Clan matter was classified!
Slam!
The man, who had just been lounging carelessly, suddenly stood up and waved those around to back off, his eyes fixed on the tall woman.
“Who exactly are you?!”
White Qi coiled tightly around his body.
Qin Mu watched curiously.
This was what it meant to enter the Dao through literature.
Those who practiced the Path of Literature cultivated Vital Energy.
When the Vital Energy turned purple, it meant they had reached great accomplishment.
Wang Yan’er let out a soft chuckle. Suddenly, a massive pressure pressed down on Wang Ji, bending him double.
“Spare me, Senior!”
Seeing he was no match, Wang Ji quickly begged for mercy.
After all, with just his meager salary, who wanted to risk their life?
Wang Yan’er didn’t remove the pressure, only asked, “What benefits have you received from the Demon Clan?”
Uh…
Wang Ji wasn’t sure whether to speak.
Although he had taken some bribes, it wasn’t enough to cost him his life.
But once involved with the Demon Clan, even a little bit of graft meant death.
“Hmph!”
A cold snort, and Wang Ji spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Wang Ji still refused to speak, Wang Yan’er grew impatient.
“If you don’t speak honestly, don’t blame me for being unkind. Although I have some respect for the Great Yu Dynasty, dealing with you will be as easy as flipping my hand.”
“If you don’t confess soon, choose: muscle cramps or skinning.”
“Oh, by the way, not your muscle cramps or skinning—yours down there.”
“After all, I’m not a devil. If I did that to a living person, they wouldn’t be alive anymore. That wouldn’t be any fun.”
After saying this, just hearing those words made his crotch ache.
Good grief!
Qin Mu swallowed nervously at these words.
Aunt Yan’er said them so calmly, as if it were just an ordinary matter.
One had to say, this was truly worthy of the Mistress of the Star-Picking Tower—such brutal methods!
Oh dear, no way, no way.
Wang Ji’s face was full of terror.
He could lose his life, but his manhood?
Absolutely not!
That was a matter of dignity!
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