Hmm, as for Junior Disciple’s words, they were quite reasonable.
“…”
Faced with the curiosity of his two Senior Sisters, He Qiu’s mouth twitched as he struggled to find an answer.
‘I can’t exactly tell them I once visited Cloud Dance Pavilion as a guest, can I?’
‘Nor can I tell them I infiltrated the Demon Sect’s inner ranks last night and helped plan Bai Muxue’s kidnapping…’
‘If I say any of that, I’m screwed in minutes.’
After a brief headache, He Qiu once again put on an air of mystery and sighed leisurely.
“Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed.”
That night, in Cloud Dance Pavilion’s underground base.
Wan Caimei and a group of Demon Cultivators gathered in a secret room.
“Youth Sect Master, where is that Young Master we met yesterday?”
“Yes, I didn’t see him during last night’s operation either…”
“I don’t know. That Young Master has always been mysterious. Even I can’t figure out what he’s thinking.”
At the front, Wan Caimei leaned against the wall and sighed, a trace of unease flashing through her bewitching eyes.
Soon, however, she shook her head and composed herself, deciding not to dwell on the whereabouts of the white-robed youth from the previous day.
He was an expert in the demonic path. Surely, he had his own plans and couldn’t be bothered to follow Wan Caimei’s arrangements.
For now, all she needed to do was carry out the tasks her master had assigned her.
With that thought, the seductive woman glanced sideways, her gaze settling on the Purple Nether Altar deep within the secret room.
It was the Purple Gold Demon Altar, whose purple flames were powerful enough to refine supreme-grade demon crystals.
Today, Wan Caimei was to follow her master’s plan, prepare the Purple Nether Altar in advance, and wait for her master to negotiate with City Lord Bai Hong.
Using his daughter Bai Muxue’s life as leverage, her master would force Bai Hong to hand over Tianxin City’s core crystal, [Tianxin Demon Crystal].
Once that was done, her master would deliver [Tianxin Demon Crystal] to Wan Caimei.
She would then simply toss [Tianxin Demon Crystal] into the prepared altar, which would activate and detonate it with ease, instantly blasting all of Tianxin City into the sky!
The key to this terrorist plot lay in the information gap surrounding [Tianxin Demon Crystal].
The fact that [Tianxin Demon Crystal] could be refined or even detonated by the Purple Nether Demon Altar was a secret that City Lord Bai Hong knew absolutely nothing about.
By sheer coincidence, Wan Caimei’s master had been the only one to discover this secret.
If Bai Hong knew the truth, then even if his daughter’s life were used as leverage, he would never hand over the demon crystal.
On the contrary, such a threat would only backfire, driving Bai Hong into desperation and ultimately leading to mutual destruction.
But as things stood, Bai Hong had no real understanding of the destructive potential of [Tianxin Demon Crystal].
He only knew it was Tianxin City’s core crystal and could be used to maintain the city’s barrier. That was all.
The world’s understanding of demon crystals was far less advanced than that of Demon Cultivators.
When the time came, her master would merely need to claim he wanted to borrow the demon crystal for cultivation, lowering Bai Hong’s guard before threatening him with his daughter’s life.
Getting his hands on [Tianxin Demon Crystal] would practically be a certainty!
And that wasn’t all.
After successfully destroying Tianxin City, Wan Caimei would take the kidnapped Bai Muxue to meet her master, and the two of them would escape together.
Bai Hong would be left with nothing, having lost both his daughter and his city!
Finally, they would leave behind evidence implicating the Demon Sect, shifting all the blame onto the current Demonic Venerable, Zi Wenxin.
This would turn the imperial court against Zi Wenxin and provoke a conflict between the Empress and the Demonic Venerable.
Meanwhile, Wan Caimei and her master could sit back and reap the benefits, watching the two sides tear each other apart.
Just thinking about it was damn satisfying!
Once the time was right, Wan Caimei’s master would betray Zi Wenxin, seize the position of Demonic Venerable, and restore the Demon Sect to its former glory!
“Hehehe, what a perfect plan!”
Covering half her face, Wan Caimei smiled wickedly beneath the purple light, as though she could already see her complete victory unfolding.
Just then, a panicked shout came from a Demon Cultivator outside the secret room.
“This is bad! This is bad! The cultivators of the Righteous Sects are attacking!”
Wan Caimei:?
Outside Cloud Dance Pavilion, forty or fifty Dragon Roar cultivators had surrounded the establishment in several rows, creating an extremely tense situation.
“May I ask what brings you young heroes to Cloud Dance Pavilion?”
The pavilion master stood before the crowd, greeting them with a forced smile.
At the very front stood the most revered member of the group, the silver-haired Saintess.
Stepping forward with her sword held in her arms, she spoke coldly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the pavilion master.
“According to our intelligence, Cloud Dance Pavilion is harboring Demon Cultivators. We’re conducting a routine inspection.”
“Th-this… Young lady, you must be joking! Our Cloud Dance Pavilion—”
Shing!
Before the pavilion master could finish speaking, dozens of ice thorns descended from the sky, surrounding him from every direction.
In an instant, a terrifying chill engulfed him, and the pavilion master trembled in terror.
He had a premonition that under the silver-haired woman’s cold gaze, even one more useless word from him would cause the ice thorns surrounding him to pierce through his body without hesitation, leaving him riddled with holes…
“This is a routine inspection. Is that understood?”
An Lingran, never one to waste words, repeated her earlier statement.
Outside Cloud Dance Pavilion, the pavilion master was left standing alone, drenched in sweat, his smile frozen stiff.
“Y-yes, of course. Please…”