Chapter 191: Dangerous task

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking about. If you keep rolling your eyes, believe it or not, I’ll dig them out?” Dongfang Muxue’s face turned cold.

“I thought nothing…absolutely nothing!” Song Qingshu nodded hastily, “But, I really don’t want to do that with Lan Fenghuang. Although she is indeed very mature and beautiful, I still prefer to do things my way. I want to reap the fruits of my labor.”

“Forget it, since you don’t like it, then do as you wish.” Dongfang Muxue’s voice suddenly turned serious, “However, you can refuse Lan Fenghuang, but you have to help me deal with another woman.”

“Who is it?” Song Qingshu was taken aback.

“The Saint of the Sun and Moon Holy Cult.” Dongfang Muxue said lightly.

“Ren Yingying?” Song Qingshu asked suspiciously.

“It’s not her, although I need you to help me deal with her in the near future, but it’s the right time not yet. Ren Yingying is indeed the saint of the Sun and Moon Holy Cult, but there is now another saint, who was recently assigned to Heimuya by the Ming Cult. That old dog Ren, in order to seize power, even surrendered the centuries-old foundation of the Holy Cult.” Dongfang Muxue sneered.

“Ren Woxing is also a hero of a generation, and that probably wasn’t his original intention. I think that he had another plan at the beginning—-with his martial arts combined with Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong, there was really no need to be afraid of bringing wolves in the house. But, it’s a pity that people’s plans aren’t as good as heaven’s calculations. In the last battle at Heimuya, all three of them were seriously injured in your hands, making them unable to resist Zhang Wuji’s forces entering Heimuya.” Song Qingshu pondered for a moment, and then deduced Ren Woxing’s original idea.

“That’s right.” Dongfang Muxue apparently agreed with his conjecture, “But, it’s easy to blame the heavens, and I can’t just sit and watch Zhang Wuji completely control Heimuya. That new saint must be the spokesperson of the Ming Cult to Heimuya. Over time, the Sun Moon Holy Cult will be fully under their control and it would be difficult to eradicate their influence. That’s why you need to break the chastity of this saint while the Ming Cult’s forces are not yet stable. Firstly, it will delay the invasion of Ming Cult’s forces, and secondly, it will also destroy Zhang Wuji and Ren Woxings relationship. Then, we can just watch the dogs bite each other.”

“There are many ways to destroy the relationship between the two. Why do you want me to do such an evil thing?” Song Qingshu said depressedly, feeling extremely reluctant in his heart.

Dongfang Muxue glanced at him, and said with a faux-smile, “Nothing else will be as effective as destroying the chastity of the saint. You must know that the saint of Ming Cult must keep herself pure  like a jade for the rest of her life. If she loses her chastity and gives herself to another man, then she will have to accept the punishment of death by fire. If someone uses force to steal her chastity, it will be the greatest insult to the Ming Cult, even more serious than the killing of its leader. So once you break the chastity of the saint in Heimuya, as its master, Ren Woxing will have no way to escape the responsibility, and will come under immense pressure. He will be forced to have a direct confrontation with Zhang Wuji.”

“Ren Woxing has the backing of a major cult, so the Ming Cult won’t make things too difficult for him. However, won’t I, the main culprit, be hunted down by hundreds of thousands of Ming Cult members all over the world?” Song Qingshu made up his mind, he wouldn’t do such a dangerous thing.

“According to rumors, someone saw Zhang Wuji and that head of Emei from your family stay together in the same room for a long time…” Dongfang Muxue said gloatingly.

“Needless to say, I’ll do it!” Song Qingshu said with a dark expression.

“Don’t be so reluctant.” A red shadow flashed, Dongfang Muxue appeared in front of Song Qingshu, and stretched out her jade-like finger to lift up his chin, “Although the saints of the Ming Cult have to follow many rules, there is one key point. That is—she must be a one-of-a-kind beauty, although this task is a bit dangerous, but the process will be extremely pleasant.”

Song Qing’s face twitched, he broke free from her harassment, and angrily said, “Since this is the case, why don’t you go out in person? You can handle Lan Fenghuang, so it won’t be difficult to break the chastity of that saint.”

“Humph!” A breeze blew, and Dongfang Muxue returned to lay on the throne of the palace again, “You think I don’t want to? If I were a man, would I give you the chance to have such a good thing? Although I have a way, but after all…after all, it can’t be compared with you men.”

“Okay.” Song Qingshu struggled to hide the smile on his face, “What’s the name of that saint, do you have any relevant information?”

Noticing the sarcasm on Song Qingshu’s face, Dongfang Muxue’s face twitched, and she said in a deep voice, “I don’t know, that saint was not a member of the Ming Cult at first. It seemed like she appeared out of nowhere, and my subordinates have no knowledge of her origins. So you can only use your skills. But I have confidence in you, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to break her barrier.”

“That is not my specialty, don’t make it as if I am some kind of expert at that sort of thing.” Song Qingshu’s expression turned black and felt that it was necessary to clarify this issue with her.

“Really? Your movement technique is unparalleled in the world. Compared to me, it is not that far behind. It is quite suitable to smell fragrances and touch jade when the night is dark and the wind is high. Moreover, it is said that people who practice the Joyful Meditation will give off a kind of scent from their bodies when they exercise. That scent is said to have tremendous effects on a woman’s body; it can make their bodies go soft, and give them a feeling of immense ecstasy. It is not unlike an aphrodisiac.” Dongfang Muxue stretched out her fingers and counted his ability one by one, “And last time, when you rescued that young widow of the Yuan family in the palace, even I couldn’t see any flaws in the disguise technique you used. If you pretend to be a woman’s lover or husband, which woman can prevent you? Oh, by the way, if I remember correctly, you also seem to know the Bewitching Technique… tsk tsk tsk, it would be a waste if you don’t become a Flower Thief.”

“You really like to hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without exposing their shortcomings. It would be better if you keep these things to yourself… don’t go and spread this nonsense everywhere.” Song Qingshu came to her side with a sullen face, and lightly massaged her shoulders, “My good sister, These are all my trump cards, please don’t spread them.”

“Now that we are allies, I naturally won’t do anything unfavorable to you. If one day you become my enemy, hehe…” Feeling that the force of the massage was just right, Dongfang Muxue let out a sigh of comfort.

“Sister, we have such a good relationship, how can there be a day when we will be enemies?” Song Qingshu accelerated the frequency of massaging her shoulders and hesitated for a moment. “I’m really not sure how effective that scent will be, and whether it will be ineffective because of the opponent’s different skills. Sister, your martial arts are so high, can you let me experiment…”

Before Song Qingshu could even finish speaking, he felt that his hands become empty, and Dongfang Muxue had appeared several meters away, looking at him with a cold face, “I am warning you, don’t use that thing on me, or I will make you accompany me to practice the Sunflower Manual.”

Song Qingshu suddenly felt a chill between his legs, subconsciously tightened backside, and smirked, “No, no…not unless my sister asks for it.”

“Huh?” Dongfang Muxue glared at him with wide eyes.

“Wrong, wrong…” Song Qingshu coughed awkwardly.

“Since you know that you’re wrong, I’ll punish you by setting you off to Heimuya now.” Dongfang Muxue coldly said.

“Now?” Song Qingshu looked out the window, and saw that it was almost evening, “But I just came back from Tibet after a long journey!”

“Otherwise?” Dongfang Muxue rolled her eyes, “If you arrive at Heimuya a day earlier, the probability of success will be much higher, and you should be eager to seek revenge for Zhang Wuji. Helping me means helping yourself.”

“But…” In the past few days, Song Qingshu, Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling were like a newly married couple. The two girls tasted the pleasure of love-making for the first time, so although they were shy on the outside, they were very willing to cooperate with him physically. Song Qingshu felt like an emperor, so he was naturally a little reluctant to be apart.

As soon as she saw his expression, Dongfang Muxue understood what he was thinking, and could not help but coldly say, “Since ancient times, a beauty’s lap has been the tomb of heroes. You should also know very well how people who do great things can be fettered by their love of beauties.”

“Sister’s words are true.” Song Qingshu also felt a little ashamed. In the past few days, he was really too happy to think about the serious matter, and sometimes he even forgot his long-term plans.

“You can rest assured. Qu Feiyan is my apprentice, I will take good care of her, strive to improve her martial arts, and finally she will become your helper. As for Zhong Ling, I have asked Lan Fenghuang to teach her the skills of the Five Poison Cult. She will be taught all the secret skills, and she will be named the saint of the Five Poison Cult in the future. Hehh…the saint of the Ming Cult, the saint of the Sun and Moon Holy Cult, and the saint of the Five Poison Cult, it seems that I should call you the ‘Saint Collector’ in the future.” Dongfang Muxue laughed as she spoke.

“I think the title ‘Holy Knight’ is a little bit more powerful.” Song Qingshu scratched his hair, “But it doesn’t matter, I’ll be fine as long as it’s not a ‘Leftover Woman Collector’.” (G: get the pun?)

“Holy Knight? Really tasteless.” Dongfang Muxue was stunned, unable to understand his pun, and waved her hand, “Go on your way, you don’t have to say goodbye to them, I will pass the message on your behalf. I wish you the best of luck. May you succeed, and experience boundless joy.”

“This blessing is a little too much…” Song Qingshu still complained before leaving.

Watching as Song Qingshu disappeared outside, Dongfang Muxue stood still in the hall, lost in thought, then she finally sighed and walked towards the back of the hall.

“Feifei, has seen Master!” Qu Feiyan was already waiting in the room, and when she saw Dongfang Muxue walking in, she hurriedly bowed.

Dongfang Muxue didn’t answer, and walked straight to her, raised her chin, stared at her face for a while, and said with admiration, “As expected, you’ve become quite charming, no wonder he was so reluctant before he left.”

Qu Feiyan was stared at by her in such a way, and felt so nervous that she did not dare to meet her eyes. But, when she heard her words, she said in surprise, “Brother Song is gone!?”

“Yes, I sent him away to help me with something, you probably won’t see him any time soon.” Dongfang Muxue walked to the side of the couch, lay down on her side, and hooked her fingers at Qu Feiyan, “Feifei , come and help me massage my shoulders.”

Qu Feiyan hesitated for a moment, and kept standing still.

“Why, now that you have a lover, you forgot your master? Didn’t you help me massage my shoulders before?” Dongfang Muxue glanced at her.

“Feifei dare not.” Qu Feiyan slowly walked to her side and started massaging.

After massaging for a long time, Dongfang Muxue put her arms around her waist, hugged her into her arms, and looked down.

Qu Feiyan was shocked. She tried to struggle for a moment, and found that she couldn’t  move, so she fearfully asked, “Master, you…what do you want to do?”

“Feifei, would you like to accompany Master tonight?” A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Dongfang Muxue’s mouth.

3 thoughts on “Chapter 191: Dangerous task”

    1. ⒼⓞⓀⓊ ☁

      i think in china they call women over a certain age i think like 24-5 that are unmarried “leftover women” because its tradition for women to marry by that age. kind of an insult i guess?

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