CHAPTER 317: CHAPTER 305: QINGQING

In the Bishui River, against the backdrop of the vast sky, a three-tiered pavilion seems to emerge from the water as if it were growing from the depths.

The eery blue tiles under the misty night give off a sinister chill, with red lanterns hanging on golden silk lines from the eaves, swaying in the night wind like ghostly flames.

Inside the palace, atop a skull throne, a man dressed in green is retrieving a metal tube from a black eagle’s claw with Inner Strength, taking out a note hidden inside.

After reading the handwriting on it, a trace of wicked coldness flashes in his narrow, fox-like eyes, "Failed?"

A gust of eerie wind sweeps through, adding a shadow to the sinister palace, who kneels and declares, "Ghost King! The Holy Daughter has arrived!"

The green-clad man’s expression changes, his eyes lighting up like fireworks as he floats off the throne and appears outside the door in an instant.

Along the corridor adorned with red lanterns, a woman dressed in a multicolored glass dress, wearing a golden butterfly mask, approaches.

Though her face is hidden by the mask, making it impossible to discern, her figure is graceful and petite.

Those eyes, like glass, resembling jade, are quite Spiritual.

The green-clad man almost bursts with infatuation upon seeing her eyes, "Qingqing, why have you come in person?"

"If you summon me, I will rush to your side immediately. Why come all this way, aren’t you tired? Hungry?"

Compared to his infatuated gaze, the woman’s eyes are cold and indifferent, and at his concern, a trace of impatience crosses her eyes, "I have something to discuss with you."

"What does Qingqing wish to discuss? Come into the hall; the night is cold and drafty out here, don’t catch a chill."

He tries to support her, but she brushes him off coldly, so he follows her step by step, staying close as they enter the palace.

The green-clad man personally seats her on the skull throne, bringing fruits and pastries, "Qingqing, have a snack after such a long journey."

However, the woman waves her hand coldly, knocking the tray to the ground, scattering the fruits and pastries.

The green-clad man looks at the overturned tray, eyes filled with mad devotion, "Qingqing, are you upset? Who has displeased you? I’ll kill them."

"What are your people doing? Are they capable or not?"

The woman slams her palm on the table, her mask barely concealing her fury and dissatisfaction.

"This..."

The green-clad man hesitates, glancing at her cautiously, "Qingqing, don’t be angry; you might hurt your hand! Give them a little more time, and I’m sure they will satisfy you."

The woman’s eyes, cold like ice, stare at him as if suppressing endless rage, "How much longer? A day? A month? A year?"

"So many days have passed, and they can’t even kill a woman! Could it be he’s attracted by her looks and can’t bear to do it?"

"This..."

The green-clad man pauses, then earnestly replies, "Absolutely not. Ye Wushang is cold-hearted and emotionless, a ruthless blade without passions, incapable of fancying any woman."

Hearing this, the woman sneers, "How odd! The seventh-ranked assassin can’t even kill an unknown woman!"

"Could it be that Lin Wanyue has three heads and six arms? Stop making excuses for your useless people!"

"Yes, yes! He’s indeed useless! I’ll send someone else; surely, I will relieve Qingqing of this thorn in your side! Don’t fret over it anymore; it pains me to see you worried."

The woman dismisses his concern with disdain, her eyes tinged with cold laughter.

"Another person? Wasn’t another female assassin sent with him? You can’t manage two people, are they all useless?"

Since the woman’s arrival, a shadow of coldness finally passes over the green-clad man’s infatuated eyes, his expression turning somewhat ferocious and ruthless, "Indeed, they are two fools! They’ve made my Qingqing so unhappy! Seems they’ve long missed punishment and yearn for it."

The woman glances at him impatiently, her voice ice cold, "Enough! If you want to punish them, do it privately, don’t waste time mentioning it to me."

No matter how cold, dismissive, or disdainful the woman’s attitude, the green-clad man remains gentle and cautious, unflinchingly devoted.

"Qingqing is right! It’s rare for Qingqing to come, we shouldn’t speak of such things."

"Rest assured, Qingqing, this time, the ones I send will accomplish the task! I will present you with that woman’s head!"

"Hmph! Don’t boast, save it until you achieve the result."

"Qingqing speaks wisely, I’ve noted it!"

"As the woman has irked Qingqing so, shall I have her clavicles strung up as a frame for a qin, so Qingqing can whip it daily?"

At this, the woman frowns at him, "Don’t speak such nonsense to me; she must be dealt with before I enter the Capital City!"

"If I see her in the Capital..."

Before she finishes, the green-clad man promises earnestly, "I will definitely not let her appear before Qingqing!"

"Hmph! Better be so!"

"Qingqing, when do you plan to head to the Capital City? How long are you planning to stay there? Would you like me to escort you into the city?"

The green-clad man speaks, looking at her cautiously, full of hope, fearing her refusal.

The woman glances at him, not expressing clearly, "We’ll see about that when the time comes."

Hope flashes in the green-clad man’s eyes with joy: Qingqing didn’t refuse, there is still hope!

"Qingqing, please wait here for a moment; I will immediately arrange for people to head to the Capital quickly. This time, Qingqing won’t be disappointed!"

The woman coldly looks at him, saying nothing.

The green-clad man’s figure flickers, transforming into an eerie gust and disappearing into the palace.

Within the sea of Manjushaka flowers.

Dozens of shadows stood arranged, silently imposing under the night.

The green-clad man stands above, the night wind blowing through his wide green robe, fluttering like a ghost. His fox-like eyes, cold, wicked, and wild, exude a strong and sinister presence, bearing none of the previous infatuation.

With a wave of his sleeve, a scroll on the table behind him flies into the hands of a leading figure in black, as if guided by consciousness.

"Remember the person on it, the target of this mission. Location: Capital City of Tianchu."

"Depart immediately, ensure to bring the body back whole, dead or alive."

"You have a month’s deadline; you know the consequences if you fail."

The pale moon bleeds cold, the sea of flowers like blood; in the ghostly cold night wind, the voice is sinister as if an evil ghost chanting incantations, sending chills down the spine.

The people below know well what those consequences are, many involuntarily shiver, yet dare not protest, kneel to accept orders, and promptly prepare to set off.

After issuing the mission, the green-clad man morphs into a demonic wind and drifts back to the palace.

"Qingqing, I have returned, Qingqing!"