Chun Ying hurriedly added, "The Cult Leader's powers are vast and unfathomable; none of the Eight Immortals could possibly see through his transformations.
Chun Ying wishes to ask the Cult Leader to transform into the Matchmaker God.
I will take White Peony to the Matchmaker God Temple and pretend to kill her, making Lu Dongbin heartbroken.
Then the Cult Leader can save her in the guise of the Matchmaker God, stir her feelings of love, and give her part of the blood curse as a red thread, telling her to tie it around Lu Dongbin.
When Lu Dongbin tries to remove the red thread, give him the other part and have him accept it of his own accord.
That way, he will willingly accept the Love Demon Blood Curse.
To keep them from spotting any flaws, Chun Ying is willing to die to see this plan through!"
Her plan was indeed feasible.
Yet as he looked at Chun Ying, her eyes brimming with hatred and resolve, Canglingzi secretly shook his head. Once upon a time, he had been just like her.
Had he not cultivated the Xiantian Primordial Qi Scripture, he likely would not have fared much better than Chun Ying.
For this sort of act that harmed others without benefiting oneself—especially when carried out by a woman driven mad by the loss of her beloved, wagering her own life on it—the chance of success was ninety-nine percent.
Canglingzi did not agree at once. Instead, he asked, "I recall that you have another daughter. Have you ever thought about her?
She seems to be at the Lu Residence now, together with Lu Dongbin and his group."
"Long San!" Chun Ying froze, a trace of tenderness flashing through her eyes. After struggling for a moment, her expression hardened once more.
"Chun