"You were so domineering just now, little sister. Big sister seems to have fallen in love with you. You have to take responsibility for me~"
Yun Sangyi clung to Mo Tianxiao along the way, trying to pluck at his heartstrings.
Mo Tianxiao seemed to have grown accustomed to it. Expressionless, he replied, "Come to my room alone tonight, and I'll help you cool down."
Yun Sangyi's body stiffened. She shot him a coquettish glare. "So annoying~ I won't fall for that."
"Hmph."
Mo Tianxiao snorted coldly. All talk and no bite, such a tease deserved to be dealt with by Brother Action.
Little minx. As if he couldn't handle a girl like Yun Sangyi. If she kept up this teasing act, he would just lock her up and teach her a physical lesson.
Standing to the side, Huang Xiaoyao looked at the two of them with a strange expression.
As for Ao Dalong, he was curiously looking around, finding everything in the human world incredibly novel.
Before long, Yun Sangyi led the three of them to a massive tavern that was a full eleven stories high.
The tavern's name was extremely simple, consisting of only the word Tavern.
"This is where we accept missions. There are eleven floors in total, corresponding to rank-one assassins all the way up to saint-rank assassins."
Yun Sangyi walked up to the tavern's entrance and flashed her rank-eight assassin token to the guards. The two guards immediately glanced at Mo Tianxiao and the other two before making a gesture of invitation.
Just like that, Mo Tianxiao and the other two smoothly entered the Blood God Palace's branch building.
It was crowded and incredibly bustling inside. The first floor was almost entirely filled with rank-one assassins. They were all young faces, and many had their faces concealed.
Yun Sangyi did not linger on the first floor. Instead, she led the three of them straight to the eighth floor.
Arriving at the eighth floor, the crowd noticeably thinned out. There were only a little over a dozen assassins on the entire floor. Seeing Yun Sangyi's group appear, everyone shifted their gazes over.
Ignoring the onlookers, Yun Sangyi approached the counter. Seated there was a masked assassin radiating the aura of the Dharma Idol Realm. He was a rank-nine assassin and an internal member of the Blood God Palace, responsible for handling the mission handovers of rank-eight assassins.
Sensing the arrival of Yun Sangyi and her group, the masked man looked up. His incomparably sharp gaze swept over them. "Who are they?"
The masked man questioned Yun Sangyi. Naturally, he recognized her. As an external assassin, she boasted a one-hundred-percent mission success rate. This kind of external assassin was extremely useful to the Blood God Palace.
As an internal assassin of the Blood God Palace, he knew what mission she had accepted last time. From the looks of it, he assumed the mission had failed.
It made sense when he thought about it. How could someone of that status be assassinated so easily? The time limit was already up anyway, so they could just elevate the target's mission difficulty to rank nine.
Yun Sangyi had no idea what the masked man was thinking. Instead of immediately reporting her mission status, she looked at Mo Tianxiao's trio. "These three want to join the Blood God Palace."
Feeling the cultivation bases of the three, the masked man was momentarily stunned.
Two at the early stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm, and one at the early stage of the Dharma Idol Realm. Which wealthy young masters and young ladies were here to experience the thrill of the underworld this time?
However, upon recalling Yun Sangyi's identity, he felt relieved.
Looking at their appearances, he sifted through his memories of all assassination targets at the relevant cultivation realms. Finding no match for these three, he nodded.
"Fine."
Saying this, the masked man took out three tokens. He tossed one rank-nine assassin token to Huang Xiaoyao, who was disguised at the early Dharma Idol Realm, and threw two rank-eight assassin tokens to Mo Tianxiao and Ao Dalong, who were disguised at the early Primordial Spirit Realm.
Catching the tokens, Mo Tianxiao tossed over three million spirit stones. With that, the three of them officially became external assassins of the Blood God Palace.
The process was unexpectedly simple.
Only after the three successfully joined the Blood God Palace did Yun Sangyi begin to report on her mission. "Now, it's time to talk about the reward for this mission."
Yun Sangyi's expression grew calm. "Assassinating the personal disciple of the sect master of a top-tier faction like the Netherworld Demon Sect for a mere fifty million spirit stones. Do you think that's reasonable?"
Hearing this, the masked man's body visibly stiffened. A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief. "You succeeded?"
Yun Sangyi lightly raised an eyebrow. "When have I ever failed?"
Seeing Yun Sangyi actually admit to her success and reveal she knew the target's true identity, the masked man made no effort to hide the shock in his eyes.
It was within their expectations that Yun Sangyi would discover the target's true identity, but they had absolutely never expected her to actually complete the mission.
Originally, they had just planned to send this external assassin to her death. Alternatively, upon her failure, they would follow the rules to quickly elevate the mission's rank and dispatch a more formidable assassin.
"No matter how noble the target's status may be, he is still just a man. With a little teasing, I had him completely mesmerized and dizzy with infatuation."
Yun Sangyi spoke again, brimming with confidence.
The masked man was silent for a moment. "Where is the corpse?"
"There is no corpse. Since when do I bring back corpses from my missions? Furthermore... don't you have your own ways of verifying whether the target is dead?"
Yun Sangyi's words plunged the masked man into silence once more. He gave her a deep look before his figure vanished. "Wait here while I fetch a deacon."
A target of this caliber was not something he could confirm on his own; he had to report to his superiors.
Mo Tianxiao and the other two waited quietly. The cultivators drinking nearby would occasionally glance their way. After all, the presence of three great beauties was truly stunning. However, no one was as brainless as Young Master Void to come over and hit on them.
They had all seen the three assassin tokens handed out by the masked man earlier.
Out of these four people, three were rank-eight assassins, and one was even a rank-nine assassin. One look was enough to tell they were not to be trifled with.
Not everyone let their lower half control their upper half. Anyone sitting here who had cultivated to such a level was no fool.
The waiting process was a bit boring, so Yun Sangyi started acting up again. Reaching out a slender, fair hand, she poked Mo Tianxiao's soft cheek. "Little sister, do you think there's any man out there who can resist big sister's charm?"
Mo Tianxiao unceremoniously reached out and wrapped an arm around Yun Sangyi's slender waist. With a fierce pull, he yanked her into his embrace and turned his head to look at her.
As their watery eyes met, Yun Sangyi was the first to break. Blushing, she turned her head away, her voice somewhat weak. "Stop messing around, little sister. Let go of big sister quickly~"
She wriggled her body slightly, trying to break free from Mo Tianxiao's grip. But Mo Tianxiao gave her no such chance, instead pulling her even tighter. He didn't speak, just quietly maintaining a smile as he stared at her.
It wasn't until her entire face was flushed red, and even her snow-white neck was tinged with pink, that Mo Tianxiao leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against it.
"Big sister, do you think there's any woman who can resist little sister's charm?"
Her ear tickled, and Yun Sangyi felt her body go somewhat limp. For some reason, this feeling reminded her of the time she was spanked. She immediately exerted force to break free from Mo Tianxiao's restraint and hid beside Huang Xiaoyao.
"Big sister, you smell so good~"
Mo Tianxiao sniffed his palm and licked his lips while staring at Yun Sangyi, frightening her into a shiver. She decided she would never play tricks on him again.
When a man got like that, he was simply more terrifying than a woman!
Many onlookers in the distance witnessed this scene and secretly sighed in pity. To think that such a beautiful woman was actually a...
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