"My lord, you summoned ?"
Within Jiangzhou Territory, a dimly lit forest cloaked in shadows.
The sun’s rays, completely obstructed by the dense, overlapping leaves, spared not a sliver of light, while in the distance, a waterfall cascaded down a moss-covered cliffside, creating a continuous roar of water. In the autumn forest, one could faintly hear occasional bursts of bird calls and cicada songs.
The last of the Anlong Organization’s three great Demon Generals, Cang Qi, took a step forward and knelt on one knee, respectfully looking at the black soles of the emaciated monk before her.
This monk was tall and thin, resembling a black bamboo pole, draped in a moldy, ancient, red robe.
His face was gloomy and stern, marked with many black age spots.
At first glance,
He lacked the peaceful aura of a Buddhist sage and instead exuded an air of dread, like that of a malevolent spirit.
This monk in his red robe was none other than the leader of the Anlong Organization, Bogavant.
"I need you to do sothing for ," Bogavant’s voice drifted amidst the sound of the waterfall, "Su Heng, the prefect of Baihua County, has beco a thorn in the side of our Buddhist endeavor. He must be eliminated."
At Bogavant’s feet,
Cang Qi was, strikingly, a voluptuous and mature woman.
She wore a black leather garnt, made of a unique material, seemingly peeled from the skin of so creature. It clung to her body, delineating every curve of the female form in minute detail. At a glance, one could see everything that should and should not be seen.
As though wrapped up tight, yet seemingly wearing nothing at all.
As nude!
However, at that mont, Cang Qi’s face was rather pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She hesitated, "Both the Blood and Iron Demon Generals have fallen in their endeavors. It’s not that I wish to decline the task. It’s just that I fear failing the mission and disappointing you, my lord..."
"Worthless! Of course, I know you’re not up to the task,"
Bogavant snorted, irritation flashing between his brows, "All you need to do is lure him from the Demon Suppression Tower into a trap. Leave the rest to ; I’ll take care of it."
"Phew—" Hearing this, Cang Qi visibly relaxed.
A hint of relief crossed her gorgeous and seductive face.
Amongst the three great Demon Generals of the Anlong Organization, Cang Qi’s strength ranked the lowest. Yet her experiences were the most legendary. Both the Blood and Iron Demon Generals were born into prestigious families from Skull Plain, well-resourced and grood from birth.
But Cang Qi was different—
From a young age, she had been a temple’s "illustrious consort."
That term was a euphemism; in reality, she was a cauldron, used for dual cultivation by the monks.
From such a disastrous beginning to cultivating all the way to the Heavenly Deceit Realm and becoming one of the Anlong Organization’s three great Demon Generals, Cang Qi’s progress was down to both luck and her naturally cautious and ticulous nature, moving only after careful planning.
Her movent technique was exceptional, and she was confident in executing such a mission.
But the key issue was—
Cang Qi lowered her head, frowning, "My lord, how should I lure him out of the Demon Suppression Tower? Should I steal so important items, kidnap and threaten, or use so other thod?"
"There’s no need for that. Such actions would only startle the snake and ruin the plan," Bogavant advised with a frown, "Just attack openly to create chaos, then withdraw deftly before he can respond. He surely will not let you escape easily; just make your way to the location I have provided."
"Is it that simple?" Cang Qi was surprised.
"At this stage of cultivation, one has extre confidence in one’s abilities and is unlikely to show weakness," Bogavant chuckled, a flash of dim golden light glinting in his eyes. He waved his hand, commanding, "Go now, there’s no ti to lose."
"I obey your orders, my lord!"
...
...
Cang Qi closed her eyes, then reopened them.
At that mont, she stood atop the upturned eaves of an inn, her gaze sweeping across the neat rows of buildings and into the central urban square where a colossal tower stood. The Demon Suppression Tower, constructed of dark grey stone, rose over a hundred ters high, visible even from a kiloter away.
"This is just a small city on the frontier, yet so prosperous. One can only imagine what the renowned capital of Zhongzhou must look like,"
As a woman, Cang Qi’s thoughts were more delicate than those of other mbers of the Anlong Organization.
Overlooking the bustling streets below, she couldn’t help but feel moved.
By her side stood a slim assassin clad in black. The assassin looked up at the sky where the sun had barely risen, bright but not yet fully illuminating the day—the mont when one is most likely to be lax and drowsy. The black-clad assassin leaned forward to remind her, "My lord, it’s ti."
"Good!"
Cang Qi’s narrow eyes narrowed further, a cold gleam flickering within.
From the eastern mountains a chill wind blew. Cang Qi extended her slender finger to unfasten a button at her chest.
Her white cloak danced in the wind and soared into mid-air. In her tight black leather, her explosive and alluring figure was revealed in the morning twilight. Her hair whipped around her face, which bore a fierce expression.
Cang Qi raised her left hand and pushed down forcefully— "Attack!"
Whoosh!
A streak of light shot into the sky and exploded.
Simultaneously, the Demon Suppression Tower shuddered violently; from the first to the fifth floor, windows burst open, spraying shards of glass outward, which reflected the sunlight and landed at a distance.
Dark figures leapt from the surrounding streets, gliding like fish into the tower through the broken windows. The sound of clashing swords and cries of battle quickly echoed from within the Demon Suppression Tower.
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