Chapter 197: Humph! Blind idiot!
“So, it seems you’re not very eager to kill Ming?”
The leader of the Black Lotus Sect looked at their disciple.
“It’s not like that.”
Mo Zhu’er shook her head.
“I was once humiliated by Ming but managed to escape. I have an irreconcilable feud with Ming and would love to see him torn apart a thousand times. But I’m curious— who exactly wants Ming dead? Is this ‘Ming’ truly such a genius to deserve this much attention?”
“A big shot from the Wu Kingdom wants him dead. Though Ming doesn’t want to be the prince’s son-in-law, plenty of others do,” the Black Lotus Sect leader said slowly. “As for who specifically, you don’t have the right to know, nor is it necessary.”
The leader of the Black Lotus Sect looked at Mo Zhu’er: “If you succeed in killing Ming this time, you will inherit the position of leader of the Black Lotus Sect, advancing further. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes.”
As Mo Zhu’er’s words faded, the figure of the Black Lotus Sect leader gradually dissipated.
Mo Zhu’er put away the scroll and magic array, walked out of the stone room, and entered a hot spring pool beside the chamber to cleanse herself, along with the traces of blood left on her from the Mandarin Duck Cauldron due to Xu Ming.
After bathing, Mo Zhu’er changed into a clean short skirt.
After a few days of rest, Mo Zhu’er’s walk was no longer as unsteady as before, already returning to normal.
“Hey, you’ve emerged from seclusion.”
Hearing the sound of the mechanism opening, Ruyan put down the case file in her hand, turned around, and smiled at Mo Zhu’er.
“Hmm.” Mo Zhu’er nodded, picked up a cup of tea from Ruyan’s table, and drank it all in one gulp.
“By the way, how did you end up here?” Ruyan poured Mo Zhu’er another cup of tea.
Mo Zhu’er sat sideways in front of herself, her legs evenly stacked together, captivating enough to make someone want to turn into a dog and lick her from toe to thigh, then back again.
“What else could it be? Originally, I was supposed to clean up the mess at a branch of the Black Lotus Sect and send those young virgins to the North Sea Dragon Palace. But now, the Sect leader also wants me to kill Xu Ming.”
“Xu Ming? Who’s he?” Ruyan asked.
“Who else?” Mo Zhu’er gave a cold laugh, “The prince’s son-in-law of the Wu Kingdom.”
“Don’t know him.” Ruyan shrugged, “My border town is far from the Wu Kingdom.”
“The farther, the better,” Mo Zhu’er mused while holding the teacup.
“How come you seem a little different?” Ruyan propped her chin up, her long eyelashes blinking as she looked at Mo Zhu’er.
Mo Zhu’er smirked, seemingly reverting to her usual carefree demeanor: “What’s different?”
Ruyan thought for a moment: “You seem… more enchanting, with a woman’s allure.”
Mo Zhu’er paused slightly, then leaned forward, her delicate fingers lifting Ruyan’s chin: “Woman, am I not feminine normally?”
“Not the same, not the same.” Ruyan shook her head, “Though I don’t know what’s different, the current you is more enticing.”
“Ke ke ke,” Mo Zhu’er laughed like a hen, lazily lying on the soft couch, one hand supporting her chin, the other drinking tea while a drop of tea water slowly slid down her white jawline, perfectly landing on the couch.
“You look so good. In my opinion, you should be number one on the Red Beauty List.” Ruyan sincerely praised, “Oh, aren’t you supposed to report back to the Sect leader?”
“Already reported.” Mo Zhu’er spoke, “The Sect leader wants me to stay here and continue hunting Xu Ming. I wonder what that old man is thinking.”
“Bamboo, that’s your father,” Ruyan helplessly said.
“Hmph.” Mo Zhu’er coldly laughed, “After my mother died, I no longer consider him my father. He thinks I don’t know anything, but I know everything! My mother died because of him! One day, I will kill him and avenge her!”
“Be careful, be careful!” Ruyan quickly covered Mo Zhu’er’s small mouth.
Ruyan felt the softness of Mo Zhu’er’s lips under her palm and couldn’t help but marvel—what tender lips.
She wished she were a man just to taste them properly.
“All right, all right, that old man can’t hear you anyway.” Mo Zhu’er looked somewhat weary, “I have two favors to ask.”
“Kill Xu Ming?” Ruyan asked.
“No, that old man will send two or three envoys, so you don’t need to help there.”
Mo Zhu’er shook her head.
“Previously, I cooperated with someone and fought against Wuming of the Hephun Sect, killing their leader. Now the Hephun Sect is leaderless. Send people to raid them, loot them completely, and bring me their highest dual cultivation technique.”
“Huh? Dual cultivation technique? Are you going down the dual cultivation path?” Ruyan asked in surprise.
“Just get it, why so many questions?” Mo Zhu’er rolled her eyes.
Ruyan nodded: “Alright, I love taking advantage of chaos anyway. What about the second thing?”
“Do you know Qingwan from the Heavenly Profound Gate?” Mo Zhu’er asked.
“Of course I know her,” Ruyan replied, “Wang Xuan Elder’s personal disciple, and supposedly her last disciple too. She’s a born saint body and ranked fifth on the Red Beauty List.”
Mo Zhu’er sneered: “You sure know a lot about her.”
“Why does your tone sound a bit jealous?” Ruyan approached Mo Zhu’er, stroking her smooth, delicate thighs, “Don’t worry, in my heart, you’re the most beautiful!”
“Spare me, old pervert!” Mo Zhu’er slapped Ruyan’s hand away, “Do you have any more detailed information about her?”
“Well, no, but a month later, the Heavenly Profound Gate will host the Purple Mist Celebration, inviting various sects and city lords nearby. Representatives from each country will also attend. Though my city isn’t large, we’re neighbors with the Heavenly Profound Gate and received an invitation. Would you like to come with me?”
Ruyan asked.
“Purple Mist Celebration…” Mo Zhu’er thought for a moment, then smiled, “Sure, I’ll go along for the ride.”
“That’s great! I was getting bored going alone,” Ruyan happily said.
“That’s settled. I’m going to sleep. Call me if anything happens.” Mo Zhu’er slapped Ruyan’s hand off her thigh again, stood up, and walked toward the secret room.
“Hey! I have Qingwan’s portrait. Do you want it?” Ruyan shouted after Mo Zhu’er.
“Bring it over.” As Mo Zhu’er’s voice came from behind, the door to the secret room closed.
Two incense sticks later.
A painting was spread out on the sandalwood table in the stone room.
Mo Zhu’er carefully examined the woman in the painting, furrowing her eyebrows: “Is she prettier than me?”
The more Mo Zhu’er looked, the less happy she became. With a wave of her sleeve, she rolled up the scroll.
The young girl lay sideways on the bed, growing increasingly upset the more she thought about a certain man going to meet someone else:
“Hmph! Blind idiot!”
