Chapter 2: The Martial Arts Alliance Leader Takes a Concubine [2]

Inside the vast bridal chamber, red candles burned high. The Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Yao Batian, was enthusiastically engaged in his Nth major life event; the wedding couch shook and vibrated violently, emitting vigorous "creak, creak, creak" sounds.

Meanwhile, atop the roof of the bridal chamber, two people and a squirrel were crouching quietly. Three heads gathered around a palm-sized hole, all staring down at the wedding couch. Their faces, illuminated by the light, wore extremely serious expressions; the scene could not have been any weirder.

Songbao did not understand what its master was looking at with such intense concentration, as it could see nothing at all. It stretched its head into the room once more, wanting to investigate.

The moment had arrived; there was no need to wait any longer. Mo Qingcheng gave Feng Ming a meaningful glance, channeling thirty percent of her internal power into her palms, preparing to shatter the roof with a palm strike and then deliver a fatal blow to Yao Batian on the bed from mid-air with her full strength.

Unexpectedly, man proposes but God disposes. Just as Mo Qingcheng had gathered her breath and had not yet had time to channel her power to shatter the roof, Songbao's small, ball-like body lost its balance and tumbled from the roof tiles into the room.

Everything happened so suddenly that both Mo Qingcheng and Feng Ming widened their eyes. It turned out that this squirrel was here to cause trouble today!

Relying on years of experience as an assassin to remain calm in a crisis, Mo Qingcheng's hand shot out with a *whoosh*, tightly catching the tumbling Songbao in mid-air. She then stuffed it haphazardly into her bosom without a second glance, giving it a light pat to warn it to stay still.

At the same time, the situation inside the room shifted abruptly. The Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Yao Batian, who shook the four directions with his might, had already breathed his last and fallen beside the wedding couch. A red mark on his neck was gushing blood, and his tiger-like eyes were wide with terror; this was what it meant to die with eyes wide open.

Yao Batian was a first-rate expert in the current martial arts world; there were few in the world who could kill him in a single move. If it weren't for his loss of vigilance due to drunken lust, how could a joyous occasion have turned into a funeral? It seemed the old ancestors were right: lust is a knife hanging over one's head.

The concubine, without a hint of panic, had already changed into a set of night-traveling clothes and pulled a black bundle from beneath the bed. Everything was done in an orderly fashion; it seemed she was acting according to a plan.

Who exactly was this woman?

The bundle was opened, revealing an inconspicuous black disc. With just a single glance, Mo Qingcheng's blood boiled; this was the very thing she had searched for for ten years without success. Truly, one can wear out iron shoes searching only to find nothing, yet find it effortlessly when it finally appears.

However, she hadn't expected that this was also the item the Organization was looking for. What should she do?

Forget all that for now; once the item was in hand, she would think about the next step.

The concubine had already slung the bundle onto her back and quietly pushed open the door. With a light tap of her toes, she blurred through several movements, her figure quickly vanishing into the dark night. Mo Qingcheng and Feng Ming followed closely behind.

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Stars twinkled in the sky, and a bright moon hung high; silver radiance spilled across the earth, a dance of silvery light.

After tracking for nearly an hour, the concubine finally stopped in the middle of a forest. The mountain wind blew, leaves rustled, and silver light filtered through the branches.

"Just how long do you intend to follow me?" The concubine's cold, chilling voice rang out; the soft and charming demeanor she had possessed in the bridal chamber moments ago was long gone.

"Hand over what you have in your hands, and we will stop following you." Mo Qingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows arched. She tapped the ground with her toes, stepping forward with her hands crossed over her chest, gripping her flying sword.

"What a fine case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind! Such schemes!" A smile curled at the corner of the concubine's mouth. There was nothing in this world she schemed for and could not obtain; today, she would play with these two juniors for a while.