Journey to the Western Frontier
"Master's wife, what are you saying? I just came to visit you on special occasion!" Yue Qianchou said with a simple smile.
"You're kidding me! I think you're trying to avoid me, yet you came all this way to see me. You're not telling the truth, are you? Don't you have any more words to say?" The Hundred Charm Demoness was too lazy to say more. She casually pulled back the red veil covering her legs, revealing her fair and fleshy thighs, and said, "Since you're so filial, your master's wife can't refuse. Come on, don't go anywhere today, give your master's wife a leg massage!"
"Uh..." Yue Qianchou was taken aback, and his expression suddenly became serious. "Now that you've reminded me, I do remember something I need your help with."
"Too late!" Hundred Charm Demoness raised her hand and lazily pointed to her thigh, saying, "Give me a leg massage first before we talk about anything else."
Yue Qianchou immediately chuckled and said, "Master's wife, I'm clumsy and didn't knead it comfortably. Next time! Next time I'll find you a skilled craftsman to serve you."
"Enough nonsense. If I don't pinch you today, don't come looking for me next time," the Hundred Charm Demoness snorted.
Damn it! You're taking advantage of me! Yue Qianchou's expression twitched. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and slowly moved closer, opening his claws to touch Hundred Charm Demoness's smooth, elastic thighs.
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," Yue Qianchou silently recited to himself, his eyes fixed straight ahead as his hard, claw-like fingers began to knead the tender, white thigh. Ouch!
The moment he touched her, Hundred Charm Demoness shuddered. This wasn't a leg massage; it was more like a tickle. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but couldn't help laughing. Finally, unable to bear the tickling any longer, she abruptly pulled her leg back and weakly spat out, "Fine, I don't want you to massage me anymore. If you keep doing that, I'll lose my life. Tell me! What do you need me for?"
Yue Qianchou dared not cause any more trouble. His master's wife was a vixen among women, an extremely alluring beauty. If he continued to make a scene, he would surely lose control. He knew his own limitations. He composed himself, stretched his stiff hands, and said directly, "Please ask my master's wife to help me gather information about the Cultivation World and the movements of various sects."
The Hundred Charm Demoness smiled seductively and asked, "What are you planning to do? Are you perhaps planning to attack another sect?"
"Yes! From now on, we must keep a close eye on the movements of the Cultivation World. The matter of the Daluo Sect be resolved sooner or later, and the revenge for my master must be taken. We can't let it drag on indefinitely. I need to find an opportunity. After all, the strength of the Great Luo Sect is extraordinary, and we can't act rashly. But once I take action, I will wipe out the entire Daluo Sect, completely eradicating them. This is what I swore at my master's grave back then," Yue Qianchou said solemnly.
He wasn't lying, but he had an even more important purpose: to use Hundred Charm Demoness's information network to keep a close eye on the situation in the Cultivation World. The Yan family father and son's strength couldn't be easily wiped out, nor could it be allowed to be abandoned altogether. He needed to strike a balance, acting according to the situation at crucial moments, deciding which side needed his intervention. In short, he wanted to keep the Cultivation World fighting until his power could be exposed.
The Hundred Charm Demoness paused for a moment, then pulled up a red veil to cover the crotch of her legs, her seductive expression fading. She nodded and said, "That's not a problem. You can come to me anytime for the latest news."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Master's wife. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." Yue Qianchou finished his bow and was about to run away. He really didn't dare to stay any longer, fearing that he might do something he himself would be ashamed of.
"Wait!" Hundred Charm Demoness called out to him, frowning, "You just mentioned your master's grave, can you tell me where he is buried?"
Yue Qianchou paused, then shook his head apologetically at her, saying, "Master's wife, that place involves some people who don't want to show their faces, so it's not convenient to tell you right now. However, I can assure you that once Master's revenge is avenged, I will personally take you there."
"I understand." A hint of disappointment flashed across Hundred Charm Demoness's face. Yue Qianchou turned and strode away.
The former moved off the table, her gaze inadvertently falling on the finger marks on her thigh. Recalling what had just happened, a rare blush rose to her face, her breathing quickened slightly, her eyes darted to the window, and she parted her red lips to murmur, "When Love Becomes the Past..."
In the western borderlands, military camps stretched as far as the eye could see. With the war over the borders over, the area became bustling with activity. Several markets of varying sizes sprang up around the region, and trade between the different countries began. The common people and merchants who frequented the area finally enjoyed the preciousness of peace.
Shi Yintian, dressed in military uniform, led a group of people to the market to purchase building materials. The Great General had ordered the construction of barracks to replace the previous flexible tents, indicating a long-term encampment. Two soldiers, who remained silent throughout, accompanied Shi Youtian. These two soldiers were none other than the ten 'Black Society' members sent by Yue Qianchou to protect the Pillar State General. Shi Wenguang, concerned for his son's safety, had assigned two men to accompany him.
A commotion suddenly arose in the market as a neatly dressed servant in black clothes and a black hat blocked the path of Shi Yintian and his men. A group of soldiers were about to drive them away, but Shi Yintian stopped them. Who else could this servant be but Yue Qianchou?
Shi Yintian glanced at the two men on either side and saw that their expressions were calm and composed, clearly indicating that they had known Yue Qianchou was coming. He quickly walked over to greet them, but Yue Qianchou greeted him first and said, "Second Young Master, Madam asked me to deliver a message to Master."
Shi Yintian paused for a moment, then immediately understood that he didn't want to attract attention, so he smiled frankly and said, "Come on, follow me to see the master." Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding vendors, Yue Qianchou followed Shi Yintian toward the military camp.
After passing through the guarded gate and entering the military camp, Yue Qianchou shook off the servants' attitude. Looking around, he suddenly saw a crowd surging in the direction of the drill ground and couldn't help but ask, "Shi Yintian, what are they doing over there?"
Shi Yintian glanced at the document, sighed softly, and said respectfully, "Yesterday, a subordinate general named Zhang Peng violated military discipline by leading his men to plunder Wei, almost causing a major war between the two countries." He then looked at the blazing sun in the sky and sighed, "To uphold military discipline, the general who violated the rules was executed at noon. Alas! He was a capable and valiant general, what a pity."
"Oh!" Hearing the regretful tone in his voice, Yue Qianchou casually asked as they walked, "Who is this Zhang Peng that the Young General thinks so highly of him?"
Shi Yintian, standing beside him, said in a somewhat heavy voice, "Zhang Peng is a local. When he was young, his family was plundered by the Wei army, and he was the only one who survived, though he was on the verge of death. My father rescued him when he led a large army through the area and took him in from then on. He began fighting in the army at the age of fourteen, and more than ten years have passed since then. He has experienced thousands of battles, large and small, always leading from the front and fighting bravely against the enemy. He has been wounded countless times, and it is a miracle that he has survived until now. Perhaps because of his tragic childhood, General Zhang is bloodthirsty and ruthless. His men never take prisoners in battle; they all kill on sight. Alas! Father is also reluctant to do this, but it concerns the greater good. The border cannot be in chaos now, so Father has no choice but to use him as a warning to others and to uphold military discipline."
Yue Qianchou stopped in his tracks. He had only asked casually, and he couldn't care less about the death of a few people. He didn't expect to find out about such a remarkable person. He immediately became interested and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, I want to see what this fierce general looks like."
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