Chapter 190

Chapter 190: This Is My Plan

Evening.

Outside the Prosperous Inn in Yanzhi City.

The disciples of Hehuan Sect had gathered together, sitting by noodle stalls and small wine stands outside the inn, occasionally glancing at the Prosperous Inn.

“Master, why haven’t these people from Hehuan Sect made a move yet?” the old servant asked Wuming, looking somewhat impatient.

Mo Zhu’er was not only one of the top ten beauties on the Red Beauty List but also a high-ranking Holy Maiden.

If Mo Zhu’er were truly captured and he could share her bed, even if it was after a dog, he’d still be content.

“What’s the rush?”

Wuming yawned and poured himself a cup of wine.

“Although Hehuan Sect is cooperating with me, no matter what, the person they aim to kill is our Black Lotus Sect’s Holy Maiden. For Black Lotus Sect, this is quite embarrassing.

Hehuan Sect is just a minor sect. To maintain its dignity, Black Lotus Sect will surely confront Hehuan Sect.

In the end, Hehuan Sect will become a pawn in the internal conflicts among the Holy Sons and Daughters of Black Lotus Sect.

That guy promoting forgetfulness within Hehuan Sect isn’t stupid; he naturally understands the gravity of the situation. So, they’ll act meticulously, at least ensuring that Black Lotus Sect doesn’t discover it was Hehuan Sect who did it.

When I speak up for them within Black Lotus Sect, everyone will understand without saying it outright, and the matter will be considered resolved.”

“I see.” The old servant nodded. “So everything was within your expectations, Master.”

Wuming took out a fan, snapped it open with a “pop,” and fanned himself. “Nothing is ever fully within expectations. I just think a little more than others.

At my position, thinking less means dying easier.

In any case, let’s wait until nightfall.

The poison set by Hehuan Sect seems to be administered in two doses. It will take effect tonight.”

“We’re already surrounded.”

Just now, Mo Zhu’er opened the window, leaning on the bedhead watching the street scenery for about an incense stick’s worth of time.

Though she appeared to be casually looking around, Mo Zhu’er had already roughly identified the disciples of Hehuan Sect.

From what she observed, there were approximately seventy people scattered across various corners outside the inn.

“That’s normal.” Xu Ming continued meditating, adjusting his spiritual energy and Martial True Qi. “If I’m not mistaken, Hehuan Sect will administer another dose of poison tonight. Administering the poison in two separate doses makes it harder for others to detect, but when combined, it will take effect. That’s when Hehuan Sect will make their move.”

Mo Zhu’er blinked repeatedly at Xu Ming. “How do you know so much?”

Xu Ming slowly opened his eyes, giving Mo Zhu’er a look as if she were an idiot. “When you feel like you know too little, you should read more books. A lot of things are recorded in books.”

While in Wudu, whether at Xu Guo Mansion, Blood Floating Pagoda, or the Imperial Palace, Xu Ming often read books. Especially before venturing into the world, he spent a considerable amount of time in the library of the Wu Kingdom’s Imperial Palace.

Not only did it increase his attribute points, but it also helped him avoid being scammed while traveling.

And those non-circulating books in the Wu Kingdom’s Imperial Palace not only recorded all sorts of sect secrets but also some of their techniques, which proved quite useful.

“…” Seeing Xu Ming’s disdainful gaze, Mo Zhu’er’s chest rose and fell dramatically. She felt an itch in her little foot, wanting to kick Xu Ming.

Why was this man so infuriating?

“So, what do we do now?” Mo Zhu’er asked with a calm smile after her breathing steadied.

“Weren’t you saying that if we followed your lead, we could leave safely? Now you’re asking me?” Xu Ming said calmly.

“Well, I was confident in myself, but seeing how knowledgeable you are, naturally, everything should be handled by you, Master~”

“No way. I’m counting on you to help us escape. You keep going.” Xu Ming closed his eyes again.

“What does ‘keep going’ mean?” Over the past few days, Mo Zhu’er noticed Xu Ming sometimes used words she didn’t understand. “It means work hard.” Xu Ming explained.

Mo Zhu’er: “…”

“Slap!”

A sound rang out on the table in front of Xu Ming.

Xu Ming opened his eyes again to see Mo Zhu’er slap two small straw figures onto the table.

“What’s this?”

Xu Ming curiously looked at the straw figures on the table.

“Hmm-hmm~” Mo Zhu’er wore a smug expression.

For the first time since being with Xu Ming, Mo Zhu’er felt superior, finding it incredibly satisfying! “Try infusing some spiritual energy into this small straw figure,” Mo Zhu’er suggested enthusiastically.

Xu Ming thought for a moment, worried that if he infused spiritual energy, Mo Zhu’er might use the straw figure to harm him.

But upon further reflection, he decided it was unlikely.

Even cultivators from the Yin-Yang School would need someone’s essence blood and birth details to curse them. Simply infusing spiritual energy wouldn’t suffice to curse someone.

Xu Ming injected a bit of spiritual energy into the straw figure.

Mo Zhu’er then infused spiritual energy into the other straw figure.

Mo Zhu’er placed both straw figures on her smooth, white thighs, clasped her hands together, and chanted a spell.

The next moment, the straw figures began to move.

Standing on Mo Zhu’er’s delicate thighs, the straw figures jumped off to either side and landed on the ground.

Shen (Female) squatted in front of the straw figures, poking them with her fingers.

Gradually, the straw figures grew larger, changing shape.

Shen jumped back in surprise when the transformation stopped. The straw figures had turned into large ones, resembling Xu Ming and Mo Zhu’er perfectly.

“It’s not done yet.”

Mo Zhu’er proudly approached and took out hundreds of sheets of rice paper from her sleeve.

These papers covered every part of the straw figures.

Mo Zhu’er then took out a brush, powered by her spiritual force.

The brush worked like a printer, continuously drawing on the two straw figures.

Finally, when everything was complete, the straw figures perfectly resembled Xu Ming and Mo Zhu’er.

Using the same technique, Mo Zhu’er created Shen’s straw figure.

Shen poked the straw figure, which was her height, from all sides.

Mo Zhu’er smiled and clapped her hands, causing the three straw figures to hold hands and move naturally.

Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, Mo Zhu’er smirked. “This is my plan.”