Chapter 1: The Martial Arts Alliance Leader Takes a Concubine [1]

The moonlight was thick, stars twinkled in the sky, and as the silvery-white moonlight poured down, the residence of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Yao Batian, was shrouded in a hazy mist.

Two ghost-like figures in black landed lightly on the roof. Holding their breath and remaining silent, they stealthily suppressed their killing intent. A pair of slender hands gently lifted a piece of roof tile, and two sharp gazes peered into the room.

The ancients said: Do not look at what is not proper, and do not listen to what is not proper.

Today, Yao Batian was taking a concubine. If he knew that his heroic feats of diligent cultivation upon a beauty had fallen into the eyes of others, one wondered if he would leap onto the roof in a fit of rage with his clothes disheveled. Unfortunately, he was too busy to notice.

The spring scenery leaking from within the room caused the temperature on the roof to rise abruptly as well.

Dressed in night-traveling clothes, Feng Ming gazed at Mo Qingcheng opposite him with a look of infatuation. At this moment, his nose was bleeding profusely, and his mind was racing with wild fantasies. He had long admired Mo Qingcheng but had always been unable to obtain her; how wonderful it would be if the two people entwined on the bed right now were them!

Sensing a slight change in the aura opposite her, Mo Qingcheng looked up with displeasure, her eyes narrowing slightly like those of a sharp hawk, throwing a warning glance at her partner.

Embarrassed, Feng Ming shifted his body slightly to the side and averted his gaze. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, feeling dejected and annoyed by his recent loss of composure. He knew assassins were supposed to be heartless, but Mo Qingcheng's enchanting figure always haunted his dreams.

In contrast, Mo Qingcheng was fully focused on the mission. She had already gripped her sleeve-sword, ready to strike, waiting only for the two people in the room to reach the peak of their entanglement so she could strike with explosive precision.

And so, the two top assassins trained by the current most rigorous assassin organization, the Dark Night Pavilion, were heading in completely different directions for the first time during a mission, each harboring their own thoughts.

Just then, the surrounding airflow suddenly changed as an unknown, suspicious object flew toward them at high speed. The two on the roof became united once more, their eyes searching alertly through the darkness. A light black shadow bounced several times across the roof with nimble steps, pouncing toward Mo Qingcheng like an arrow.

The moment the black shadow touched Mo Qingcheng's sleeve, Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief. It was Song Bao, Mo Qingcheng's beloved pet—a clever and mischievous squirrel.

Why did she bring this little beast along? This was a mission involving life and death. Feng Ming frowned slightly in displeasure at Mo Qingcheng, while Mo Qingcheng simply shrugged expressionlessly, indicating it had nothing to do with her.

Song Bao didn't care about any of that. As if presenting a treasure, it spat out the pine nut it had been holding in its saliva-covered mouth and held it in its paws, wanting to offer it to Mo Qingcheng. Its two small eyes twinkled brightly under the moonlight.

A trace of softness finally appeared on Mo Qingcheng's cold, hard face. She shook her head gently and slightly lifted her chin, signaling for it to eat by itself. Only then did Song Bao happily squat down on the recently lifted roof tile.

With no more distractions, Feng Ming and Mo Qingcheng adjusted their black masks, tightened their muscles, and exchanged a glance while gripping their weapons, preparing to break through the tiles and enter together.

Suddenly, a series of low, crisp sounds drifted over: "Crunch, crunch, crunch."

*Hmm? Who?* Mo Qingcheng shot an annoyed glance at Feng Ming. Feng Ming looked at her innocently, then lowered his eyes to glance at the squirrel beside him.

It turned out to be Song Bao biting a pine nut! Mo Qingcheng glared at Song Bao with wide eyes, then looked toward the room. Fortunately, the two inside were in the heat of passion and had not been disturbed.

Not understanding why, Song Bao put down the pine nut and also began peeking curiously into the room.

Inside the vast bridal chamber, the red candles burned high, and the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Yao Batian, was enthusiastically carrying out the Nth major event of his life...