CHAPTER 77: MOONLIGHT SCHEMES

Although he outwardly showed disdain for Black River Society, the hands hidden behind him trembled slightly.

Black River Society was a dark organization that had recently risen in the martial world.

In just three short years, it had become the second most powerful assassin group, able to rival the Nine Abyssal Gate.

Terrifyingly, countless spies sent by the Nine Abyssal Gate to investigate them had never returned alive.

So now, the Nine Abyssal Gate knew almost nothing about Black River Society.

Yet the man before him which he suspect as a member of Black River Society seemed to know their most secret internal rules perfectly.

After a moment of thought, Mogushu decided that the best plan was to retreat.

"Prince Qing, it seems your luck is still on your side today. Then, I will come to find you for a drink another day," he said.

The words barely fell when he vanished from sight in an instant.

At the same time, a sharp pain twisted through Rong Qinglei’s chest.

While clutching his chest and half kneeling on the ground, he spoke with calm voice saying, "If that is so, I will prepare a proper welcome."

The man did not respond, he had likely already gone far away.

Rong Qinglei took one of his usual medicinal pills into his mouth and saw that the mysterious man also seemed to be leaving.

He quickly called out to stop him, "Brother, please wait. Today, I owe you my gratitude for your help. May I ask your honorable name? I will personally come to express my thanks in the future."

The man did not respond to Rong Qinglei’s courtesy. "Prince Qing, you are too polite. You and I are neither friend nor foe. I simply do not wish for you to die by such despicable means."

Yue Mingxuan said nothing.

His gaze fell on the jade pendant on the ground.

The man’s martial skill was astonishing and strong enough to deflect Mogushu’s attack with only a pendant, yet the pendant itself remained completely unharmed.

He picked it up and asked, "May I inquire, brother, where did this pendant come from?"

The mysterious man did not answer.

In a blink of eyes, he disappeared from sight.

Rong Qinglei stood there with a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Beirong was about to descend into chaos.

Masters from every corner of the martial world were emerging.

Even the life of a half disabled man like himself had suddenly become valuable.

But that Ger who save his life... it seemed unlikely he would ever see him again in his lifetime.

He gripped the jade pendant in his hand tightly and he walked back into his room a little unsteady.

...

The sound of porcelain shattering rang sharply through the hall.

Outside, the kneeling maidservants exchanged worried glances, they did not dare to breathe even a word.

Today, Concubine Keshun’s temper was particularly bad and she had already broken the third set of tea utensils.

"Who told me that when the Nine Abyssal Gate acts, there will be no survivors?" Concubine Keshun sat at the table, surrounded by scattered shards of tea sets.

Although she had lowered her voice, her trembling hand on the table revealed her inner panic and anger.

Across from her, a man sat calmly while sipping his tea.

In the entire room, only the teacup in his hand remained intact.

"You’re so impatient... that really isn’t like the woman I used to know," the man said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Sister, has the cold calculation and ruthlessness you pride yourself on been worn away by this imperial palace?"

Hearing this, a flash of cruelty appeared in Concubine Keshun’s eyes. "I’m just angry that those lowborn martial folk whose take money but don’t do their job. They raised an alarm too early; now, if I want anything done, it will be much harder."

"Opportunities are created by people," the man said while setting down his teacup. "Compared to that sickly and weakling prince, the one in Tianxin Hall is far more troublesome, isn’t she?"

When he mentioning about the Tianxin Hall, Concubine Keshun’s face could no longer hide her resentment. "That vile woman, just because of her background, she thinks she can rise above me. She’s dreaming in broad daylight. I was too soft hearted back then, or else how could she have become what she is now?"

The man extended his hand as if grasping something in the void and a smug smile immediately appeared on his face. "You must understand, this palace is never short of surprises. It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true in the future."

Hearing him say this, Concubine Keshun’s expression softened slightly. "You are right. This palace... the one thing it is never short of is surprises."

The siblings exchanged a knowing smile.

In the candlelight, their expressions carried a certain menace.

Seeing Concubine Keshun’s face lighten a bit, the man continued. "As they say, a son’s status comes from his mother. Sister, you understand this better than I do. So, focus your attention on that person above. Leave everything else to me."

"He has already been blinded by that vixen and he no longer cares about our lives or death," Concubine Keshun said with a hint of grievance. "Back then, I relied on her to get a few nights of intimacy. Even Shen’er..."

The man waved his hand and signaling her to stop. His voice grew sharp. "No matter how unwilling you feel, there’s no point in speaking further. Once Shen’er reaches that position, you will be able to manipulate others as you see fit. Small impatience will ruin a bigger plan, you should know that very well."

"I will follow your plan," Concubine Keshun said. She then rose and moving closer to the man. Her eyes becoming more seductive and her voice turned soft and oily. "Sanfeng, how long will you stay this time?"

Keshun Sanfeng slipped his hand inside Concubine Keshun’s wide open clothes and pressed it firmly.