Chapter 74 Going to the Meeting Alone

The night was like ink, and War Demon Peak was shrouded in an eerie silence.

The fall of the former Peak Revered Master Tu Gang did not seem to stir up as many ripples as expected within the vast Heavenly Demon Sect.

Perhaps this was just how it was within such Demonic Path Sects; when a superior fell suddenly, apart from the initial brief shock and commotion, it would quickly be replaced by a cold, almost indifferent calm.

With the old Revered Master gone, there were naturally successors eyeing the position like tigers, calculating how to carve up the power and resources left behind.

True grief and sorrow likely existed only in the hearts of the few who were deeply tied to his interests or had some genuine Bloodline kinship.

As for most Disciples and Elders, it was merely changing the object they needed to revere and serve; life went on as usual, and there might even be more opportunities for advancement due to the chaos of the power transition period.

At this moment, the peak was permeated with a sense of confusion and oppression caused by the sudden vacancy of the person in charge; the patrolling Disciples also appeared more lax and distracted than usual, but overall, it was not much different from any other day.

Only the faint roars and crashing sounds belonging to Tu Yu coming from the direction of the main hall added a touch of desolation and irony to the silent night, as if weakly proving that there was still a "concerned party" struggling here.

Xiao Ming, like an invisible shadow, landed quietly on the outskirts of War Demon Peak.

He did not know where Chi Lianer lived, so naturally, he had to put in some effort.

The main hall was brightly lit, but there were not many guards; instead, the sounds of shattered cups and a man's suppressed cursing and sobbing could be faintly heard.

Xiao Ming hid in the shadows of a corner, his perception spreading out, penetrating through the gaps in the loosely sealed window.

Inside the hall, Tu Yu was disheveled, his robes open, with scattered wine jars placed before him.

His face was flushed, his eyes unfocused, and he was chugging a jar of wine, roaring hoarsely while drinking: "Father! How did you die! Who did it! Was it that bitch Luo Li, or Luo Hongyi! Ahhh—"

By the end of his roar, there was already a hint of sobbing.

At his feet, two trembling, disheveled beautiful maids were curled up; they had clearly been badly frightened by his rage and dared not even breathe loudly at this moment.

'Oh... drowning sorrows in wine? Is that it?... Cough! But Tu Yu, oh Tu Yu! I hope you are a smart person and do not come to provoke me again, otherwise, it will not be as simple as just breaking your limbs!'

Xiao Ming looked around, and it seemed there were no ambushes, so he felt reassured and headed towards the depths of War Demon Peak.

He wandered for a while and slowly walked to the door of the side hall on the left near the main hall, when suddenly a fragrant breeze wafted over.

The door of the side hall opened silently, and a slender, sultry figure quietly walked out.

It was Chi Lianer. She had clearly just finished bathing; her wet, long hair cascaded like a waterfall over her smooth, fragrant shoulders, and droplets of water bloomed on the tips of her hair, rolling down the graceful lines of her neck and quietly disappearing beneath that thin-as-cicada-wings honey-colored bathrobe.

The soft, form-fitting fabric was stained a deeper color by the water marks, faintly outlining the breathtaking, full contours beneath it, and in the end, everything was hidden in the warm shadows.

The belt of the bathrobe was tied loosely, and the collar was wide open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, smooth skin and a deep, enticing cleavage that rose and fell slightly with her breathing—truly a lethal weapon in the mortal world, with stunning impact.

Beneath the hem of the robe, a pair of jade legs were vaguely visible; perhaps due to the lighting, they appeared even more alluring.

Perhaps because she had just finished bathing, Chi Lianer's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her entire body exuded a languid, steamy warmth and fragrance.

She caught sight of Xiao Ming at a glance, and her peach-blossom eyes instantly burst with surprise and fiery light. Her warm, fragrant, jade-like body, carrying the damp heat from her bath, instantly embedded itself into Xiao Ming's embrace, and her pair of jade arms wrapped around his neck like water snakes.

"Saint, you have finally come!"

She breathed like an orchid, her voice sweet and coquettish, carrying a hook as she looked up at Xiao Ming, her eyes full of charm: "Lianer just finished bathing and was thinking of you, Saint, and then you arrived!"

Xiao Ming was shaken by her sudden proximity and felt somewhat parched. Feeling the astonishing body temperature and softness beneath her bathrobe, the little flame that had been ignited by Mo Qingzhu in the Magic Treasure Pavilion inexplicably flared up again. Xiao Ming steadied himself.

He did not immediately push her away, nor did he respond, just letting her cling to him, while one hand precisely gripped her wrist that was restlessly sliding toward his waist; the force was neither light nor heavy, carrying an unquestionable tone.

"About my Revered Master..."

Xiao Ming's throat bobbed, and he spoke slowly, his voice low but piercing with a cold chill. His deep eyes were sharp and profound in the night, piercing straight into Chi Lianer's charming eyes, carrying scrutiny and pressure. "Speak clearly. What danger?"

Chi Lianer's wrist was gripped, but she was not flustered. Feeling the force from his fingertips and Xiao Ming's unquestionable, stern gaze, she felt a shiver in her heart first, but then an even stronger, strange feeling surged up.

She loved this domineering, controlling strength of Xiao Ming!

Then she smiled slyly, and using the force of Xiao Ming gripping her wrist, she pressed her body closer, rubbing against Xiao Ming with her proud, full assets, her red lips slightly parted, and she said with a coquettish tone: "Saint, you are so impatient!"

Her eyes darted, glancing toward the main hall, and she said timidly, her tone carrying a bit of grievance and weakness, "Lianer risked a great danger to send a message to the Saint, but as soon as you arrived, you only asked about business, not caring about Lianer at all, and you did not even give any sweetness. If... if after Lianer finishes speaking, you turn and leave, wouldn't Lianer lose out big time?"

She was bargaining, using information as bait to demand an "advance" payment.

Xiao Ming's eyes narrowed, and he pondered: 'Payment... what payment? She didn't seem to mention that in the message, did she?'

Then his eyes sank; was he being played?

Looking at the moving face so close at hand, the fingers on Xiao Ming's hand that was gripping her wrist tightened slightly, bringing a hint of subtle pain. Only then did he frown and say: "Chi Lianer, if you play tricks in front of this Saint, you must consider the consequences. As for... 'sweetness', that depends on whether the information you provide is worth that price!"

This action was both a warning and a deterrent.

The powerful aura, mixed with his unique masculine scent, made Chi Lianer somewhat intoxicated for a moment; her body softened slightly, and her heart palpitated uncontrollably. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to offer a fragrant kiss.

Xiao Ming's head was suddenly a bit dazed, and he couldn't help but wonder: 'Wasn't she going to talk about payment? What is this little vixen doing now?'

Xiao Ming's questions quickly dissipated in Chi Lianer's passionate kiss.

Her lips were soft and moist, carrying the strange, faint fragrance from her bath, making one want to explore. Seeing that Xiao Ming seemed stunned, she was secretly pleased and directly began to suck and grind rhythmically. How could Xiao Ming let her be? He only hesitated for a moment before taking the initiative. One hand still gripped her wrist, while the other slid down her smooth back, firmly supporting her willow waist—which was not enough to be grasped by a hand yet breathtaking—pulling her tightly toward himself and deepening the kiss.

His tongue was strong and domineering, conquering and taking, vigorously drawing in that sweetness and warm fragrance.

"Mmph..."

Chi Lianer let out a muffled nasal sound, as if she hadn't expected Xiao Ming to recover so quickly and that his offensive would be so fierce. Her delicate body instantly softened, and she almost completely collapsed onto Xiao Ming.

Her arms tightened unconsciously, and her fingernails dug tightly into the corner of Xiao Ming's clothes, as she began to passively enjoy and respond to the kiss.

She could clearly feel the changes in Xiao Ming's body and that irresistible plunder, which made her both nervous and excited, her heart pounding wildly.

After a long time, Xiao Ming slowly withdrew, a crystalline silver thread stretching between their lips.

Chi Lianer's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her full, enticing assets were rising and falling violently. The collar of her bathrobe had also loosened somewhat due to the passionate kiss just now, revealing infinite scenery for a moment.

She panted slightly, looking at Xiao Ming with charming, watery eyes, which were filled with passion and an inexplicable intoxication.

Xiao Ming's breathing was also slightly heavy, but the clarity deep in his eyes soon overcame the emotions in his heart.

He gently lifted Chi Lianer's chin with his finger and said slowly: "Now, you can speak. What is this all about?"

Chi Lianer heard this and smiled slightly, a smile that carried slyness and an inexplicable meaning, which actually left Xiao Ming confused for a moment.

She first stroked Xiao Ming's face lightly, then slid down, deftly reaching for the jade belt at his waist, and began to leisurely untie the fastenings.

Her movements were light, soft, and slow, her fingertips seemingly brushing over Xiao Ming's solid chest, and then she said in a coquettish voice, breathing like an orchid:

"Mmm... Saint... don't be so impatient... let Lianer 'tell' you in detail!"

She said while untying Xiao Ming's fastenings, breathing heavily, but her speaking speed was agonizingly slow. "Actually, this matter is also something Lianer, risking her life, accidentally overheard; it is... it is news about your Vice Sect Master Revered Master!"

She paused here, perhaps because she had reached a certain step and had to pause; when her fingertips hooked open the last obstacle, she began to slowly kneel down...

Xiao Ming pondered in his heart: 'Eh... is it about the Vice Sect Master Revered Master? That's not right! She should be the strongest person on the surface in this area; who could move against her!'

Xiao Ming's brows furrowed slightly, but after thinking for a while, he still had no clue, so he impatiently asked again: "Who... who wants to harm Revered Master?"

Originally, he had said this sentence with extreme firmness, but unexpectedly—at the same time he opened his mouth, an indescribable moist and warm wrapping sensation suddenly descended.

Looking at Chi Lianer, who was crouching in front of him with some spring scenery revealed, Xiao Ming felt all his senses being pulled and swallowed into the depths of a muddy, scorching swamp.

The unfinished words in his throat suddenly stalled, turning into a short, suppressed intake of breath.

His originally sharp and indifferent eyes suddenly unfocused for a moment, his deep pupils involuntarily contracting slightly, and even his tall, straight body tensed up imperceptibly, as if suddenly pulled taut by an invisible bowstring.

This sudden feeling brutally interrupted all his thoughts and questioning.

The cold interrogation he had prepared reached his lips, only to be forcibly blocked back.