Bai Yujian's gaze shifted back to Su Xiaobai, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes.
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"!"
Without warning, she marched up to him, grabbed his face with both hands, and stretched his cheeks rcilessly. "You! Stop smirking like a fox that just raided the chicken coop! Speak! What happened there!?"
"..." Su Xiaobai, his face pulled in ways that would make a lesser man cry, narrowed his eyes. Seeing the faint twitch at the corner of Bai Yujian's lips, he muttered under his breath, "Elder, if you weren't the peak lord, I wouldn't let this disrespect slide."
He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, his grip firm.
"Eh?" Bai Yujian froze, a flicker of embarrassnt crossing her face before she quickly masked it. Was that… inappropriate? Did he hate it?
Trying to play it cool, she said, "Good, then. Act like I'm your friend and not your peak lord—except during training." She expected this magnanimous offer to make him smile.
Friend? Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, his expression screaming disbelief.
Puchi!
"Huh?" Bai Yujian blinked. Contrary to her expectations, Su Xiaobai showed no hesitation. The mont he got the green flag, he reached out and gently pinched her cheeks.
Her skin, soft as untouched silk, reddened under his hands.
"Now we're even," Su Xiaobai said, smiling as if he'd just settled a lifelong grudge.
"..." Bai Yujian stared at him, stunned into silence. She should have thrown him out by now, but for so reason, she didn't.
Sensing the awkwardness, Su Xiaobai cleared his throat and pulled out the items he'd retrieved from the corpses.
"What are these?" Bai Yujian's sharp gaze imdiately locked onto the tokens and scrolls.
Su Xiaobai held up the items one by one, his tone as casual as if he were auctioning off cabbage at a marketplace. "Token of Red Fla Fortress' City Lord. Token of Fu City. Token of Golden Spring City. And these…" He waved a stack of papers lazily. "Ca from the old man's ring. You know, the old fossil leading the attack—the esteed Patriarch Li of Red Fla Fortress."
Bai Yujian's eyes sharpened as Su Xiaobai held up the papers. "What are those?"
"Sketches of ." Su Xiaobai smirked. "Surprisingly flattering ones, actually. And… a letter."
"Let see that."
Bai Yujian snatched the letter from his hand, her brows furrowing as she skimd through it. "... Huang Shao?"
Nowhere was the na 'Huang Shao' ntioned. Only 'Li Shao.'
But the events... too familiar. Su Xiaobai crippling him. His "accidental" death.
"Seems so." Su Xiaobai crossed his arms, leaning back lazily. "Before I joined the sect, I had a disagreent. Red Fla Fortress. The guy? Patriarch Li's younger son, Li Gong. As for Huang Shao? Bet my last spirit stone he's the elder son. Explains why he wanted my head on a silver platter."
He shrugged. Unbothered. "Not my fault. They started it. Provoking and Lulu like he owned the place. One thing led to another... and, well… I might've accidentally made him permanently horizontal."
Bai Yujian's frown deepened. Patriarch Li ca to demand answers. His elder son's life jade broke. Found Su Xiaobai outside... and decided to skip the diplomacy and go straight for a cheap assassination attempt?
Too convenient.
Why did the other two follow? Emotional support killers? Or bored, flexing their overinflated egos?
She tucked the letter into her sleeve. Her thoughts spun. If this ties to Liu Chenfu... leverage. Enough to crush him. And, knowing that slimy bastard, maybe she'd uncover a few more skeletons in the closet—if not a full graveyard.
A disciple, hiding under Liu Chenfu's nose. Enough to ruin him.
The irony.
Bai Yujian herself was sheltering two shady disciples. Su Xiaobai, the troublemaker. Yu Feng, the heretic. A wolf and a viper, playing innocent under her roof.
Perfect.
Her eyes flicked to a dusty manual among the items Su Xiaobai had pulled out. "Buddha's Palm Technique? Did any of them use this?"
"Oh," Su Xiaobai pointed at the Golden Spring City token. "That guy. You know, the one who tried to crush with a hand bigger than his brain."
"..." Bai Yujian's expression soured. Without hesitation, she summoned a small fla in her palm and burned every item related to Tang Zhen to ash.
"Don't ntion this to anyone," she instructed, her tone cold.
"Of course, Elder," Su Xiaobai replied smoothly, flashing a smile that left her feeling distinctly uneasy. "It'll be our little secret~"
Bai Yujian narrowed her eyes, the faintest pink dusting her cheeks. Why does this man always say things that sound… indecent?
"..."
For her own sanity, she decided to send him away. But as she was pushing him out the door, he made a request that froze her in place
"Actually, Elder, there's one more thing I need."
She raised an eyebrow, her patience fraying. "What is it?"
"I need access to all the Yin Poison in the sect," he said bluntly, his grin widening at her stunned expression.
Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Yin Poison? Why? Are you planning to assassinate soone?"
"Check my cultivation," Su Xiaobai replied, spreading his arms wide.
Her spiritual sense swept over him, and her eyes widened in shock. "Late Core Formation Realm? How? You just broke through recently!"
Su Xiaobai grinned, crossing his arms. "I absorb Yin energy naturally. That poison? Works wonders for . Think of it as... recycling."
Her frown deepened. "That's not how cultivation works."
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Su Xiaobai's smile was so shady it could cause an eclipse. The kind that scread, 'I know sothing you don't, and it's hilarious.'
Bai Yujian sighed. Her patience was thinning faster than her respect for the sect's decision-making.
"I'll also need so special—"
Before he could finish, she tossed her token into his lap like an annoyed noble throwing coins at a beggar.
"Take it. Use it. Whatever. Just don't set the sect on fire," she said, her tone clipped.
"Oh?" Su Xiaobai blinked, picking it up. The token was shaped like a sword, shining with VIP arrogance. Way fancier than the last one. High-tier loot.
He smirked, already plotting.
Little did Bai Yujian know… she had just handed the equivalent of nuke codes to a teenager with a grudge against reality.
This wouldn't end well.
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Sect Hall!
Bai Yujian stord in, her boots crunching against the gravel path. Her expression colder than a eunuch's wedding night.
Zhao Tianxuan sat at the head of the table, fingers drumming. His face was the picture of doom. "Take a look at this," he said, sliding a scroll across the table.
Bai Yujian frowned, unrolling it. "Dragon… Phoenix… Wolves…"
Her face shifted. Her normally icy composure cracked, disbelief flickering in her eyes.
WHOOSH!
"!!"
The scroll erupted into flas, ashes fluttering to the floor.
"Hm?— What did it say?" Xu Tianran, seated nearby, arched a brow. His green robe was immaculate, his broad shoulders and sharp features giving him the look of a man who could crack ribs for fun and then offer free dical advice.
Bai Yujian's cold gaze snapped to him and Zhao Tianxuan. After ensuring the seals were intact, she spoke.
"The dragon will march to the phoenix's nest… and the wolves will join the feast."
"..."
Silence. Heavy.
"It can't be…" Zhao Tianxuan muttered, his voice cracking slightly.
"Too proud," Xu Tianran snorted. "The royal family wouldn't stoop this low. Let them try. I'll send them back in pieces."
Bai Yujian said nothing. Unlike them, she wasn't convinced.
The dragon—clearly the royal family. An attack? Unthinkable. The king had trained here. The palace explicitly forbade targeting the Xiantian Sect.
The wolves? Other sects. Circling. Hungry. A coalition to dismantle them.
But why? Why would the royals risk it all? Their heritage. Their reputation.
The idea reeked of madness. Or worse… desperation.
"Where did you get this?" Her voice was sharp. Cold.
"..." Zhao Tianxuan hesitated. He'd ntioned sending two of her disciples. Not where. Not to whom.
"First, read this." He slid another scroll forward.
Bai Yujian grabbed it, her eyes scanning the contents.
Xu Tianran leaned in, snatching it up as she read. His lips curled into a smirk. "Knew it."
"Hm?" Zhao Tianxuan stiffened. "You knew disciple Xiao Yu was a woman? And a possible spy?"
Bai Yujian's eyes narrowed.
Xu Tianran. The great-uncle of Xu An. The sect guardian who spent more ti flexing his title than earning it.
Her fist tightened. If the sect weren't desperate for guardians, Xu Tianran wouldn't even have a seat at this table.
The ashes of the first scroll lay at her feet.
The sect wasn't just under threat. It was a powder keg. And soone was already striking the match.
Sothing was very wrong. Bai Yujian could feel it.
"Who sent this information?" Her glare zeroed in on Zhao Tianxuan, sharp enough to flay skin. He looked unusually suspicious today.
"My aunt," Zhao Tianxuan replied, his smile as bitter as a spoiled wine.
"And the other one?" Bai Yujian didn't miss a beat, her tone colder than a monk's night out. She gestured at the second scroll. "Did Su Xiaobai bring this? Where did he get it? Where the hell did you even send him?"
Zhao Tianxuan's face twitched. Why is she so overbearing today? "That… also ca from her."
"..."
Bai Yujian's expression darkened. If her glare could talk, it would've been screaming, Spill. Now. Or I'll wring the answers out of your throat.
Cornered, Zhao Tianxuan sighed heavily and spilled everything. The mission. The targets. The brothel.
"You sent him… to a brothel?"
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