SFS Chapter 1740 It would be a pity if you really fell here.
Chapter 1740 It would be a pity if you really fell here.
Mingchuan suddenly jumped up from the carpet, the paper strips on his face rustling. He didn't bother to remove them, opened his arms, and without saying a word, pulled Ran Qianqian and Dong Chuyan, who were closest to him, into his arms, giving them each a heavy kiss on the cheek, leaving two light marks.
"My wives, thank you for your generosity! It seems my luck is about to turn around!"
"You said you'd let me pick whatever I wanted if I lost, but now that you've lost, you can do whatever you want with me!"
He chuckled lewdly and then reached out his hand to Leng Xi, who was sitting a little further away, and gave her a solid kiss on her cool cheek!
Caught off guard, Leng Xi was startled by his kiss, a faint blush quickly spreading across her face. She irritably pushed away his face, which was covered in notes, with a light touch, but clearly showing her disdain.
"Childish! His face is covered in paper notes, it's filthy."
Although her tone was disdainful, the indulgent and relaxed smile in her eyes was unmistakable.
The four of them laughed and joked around, filling the quiet room with a joyful atmosphere.
At this moment, all sectarian conflicts, threats from the Holy Domain, and hidden dangers from the Demon Abyss seemed to temporarily disappear, leaving only the warmth and tacit understanding of those who had crossed two realms and survived life and death together.
This simple and direct joy and intimacy, originating from the human world, is their most precious source of comfort and strength in the perilous world of cultivation.
After playing around, Mingchuan finally tore the note off his face, rubbed his face, and sat up straight again. Although he still had a smile on his face, his eyes were much clearer.
"Alright, relaxation time is over." He looked at the three beautiful women. "Su Hongzhen is probably going crazy with fear these past few days. The quieter things are on our end, the less he can figure things out, and the more likely he is to slip up on his own. Lin Yi should have already sent back the news that I'm seriously injured and the sect is helpless."
Leng Xi straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and regained her cool expression: "According to the plan, the atmosphere that Ah Xiong and Ji Zhou deliberately created, as well as our reclusive lifestyle, were enough to mislead him."
Ran Qianqian pouted: "That guy is acting like he's really serious. He's either cultivating or exchanging ideas with those geniuses in the next courtyard every day. If I hadn't known he was a spy, I would have really thought he was an ambitious rogue cultivator."
Dong Chuyan was somewhat worried: "He knows we are Mingchuan's wives, will he also be secretly observing us?"
Mingchuan sneered: "So what if he observes? These past few days, you've occasionally gone to the Pill Pavilion with a worried expression to inquire about elixirs, and to the Transmission Hall to force a smile and instruct new disciples. Haven't you been putting on a good show? What he sees is only what he wants to see."
He tapped his fingers lightly on the low table: "Let them wait two more days. When Su Hongzhen's fear reaches its peak, when his crazy backup plans are almost ready, and when he thinks we are really powerless to attack... that's when we'll close the net!"
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No. 7 Courtyard, Block C.
The night was deep, and Lin Yi sat cross-legged in the quiet room, not cultivating.
He had the book "Detailed Explanation of the Wanchuan Qi-Inducing Technique" in front of him, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused.
Several days have passed.
The atmosphere inside the Wanchuan Sect remained tense and oppressive. Patrols were more frequent than usual, but the core area remained closed.
He tried to inquire discreetly several times, but the news he received was that the sect leader's injuries were recurring, and the vice sect leader and several elders were discussing countermeasures day and night, but it seemed that there was little progress.
Zhao Hu has been showing up less lately, and when he is seen, he always has a furrowed brow and passes by in a hurry.
Most importantly, after the grand scene of the four sect leaders arriving together a few days ago, those sect leaders left one after another, and there was no sign that the Wan Chuan Sect would immediately gather its forces to attack the Qingcheng Yu Fa Sect.
"Could it be... that Mingchuan's injuries are really that serious? So serious that he can't take charge of the overall situation? Or is it that the support of the four major sects is just a facade, and that they each have their own calculations and are unwilling to really launch a strong attack on the Qingcheng Yufa Sect, which is protected by a sect-protecting formation, for Mingchuan's sake?"
Lin Yi's mind raced.
He prefers the former.
After all, if Mingchuan were unharmed, given his decisive and domineering style, he would never let such a good opportunity slip by. He would definitely strike swiftly while Su Hongzhen was filled with anxiety and the threat from the Holy Domain had temporarily disappeared.
Procrastination only signifies weakness and a lack of ability.
"The sect leader... I'm afraid he can't wait any longer."
Every day Wan Chuan Sect delays, the risk of Su Hongzhen's frantic preparations to burn the city and spread insidious methods increases, and it may also give the sect more opportunities to connect with other forces, even evil sects.
He couldn't wait any longer.
We must give the sect leader a clear assessment, which may prompt him to launch some backup plans in advance or adjust his strategy.
Lin Yi took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He took out the specially made pen and ink again and spread out a new sheet of paper.
This time, he wrote faster and more concisely:
"Reporting to the Sect Master: Mingchuan of the Wanchuan Sect seems to be seriously injured. He has gone into seclusion and his energy is waning. The sect's higher-ups are anxious and at a loss. They are putting on a show of strength to the outside world, but their internal strength is weak. The four major sects have withdrawn their reinforcements and there is no sign of them launching an immediate attack. I fear that Mingchuan is no longer a threat, but his sect's defenses are still intact. The opportunity may be slipping away. Please make a decision quickly, Sect Master."
After writing it down, he carefully checked it to make sure it was correct.
The writing will still disappear after twelve hours.
How to transmit it?
I succeeded by chance with Liu Qiao last time, but the same method should not be used again.
He pondered for a moment, then folded the letter into a smaller square and hid it inside a seemingly ordinary blank jade slip used for recording cultivation insights.
He planned to return the jade slip to the Hall of Transmission of Skills the next day, but he accidentally dropped it on the path of a disciple who was often in charge of external affairs.
The risks still exist, but they are more insidious than before.
After doing all this, Lin Yi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with worry and a hint of an unusual emotion that was hard to detect.
"Mingchuan... it would be a pity if you really fell down like this."
He muttered to himself, then shook his head, suppressing this inappropriate emotion.
He is Shadow Seven, and his mission is to destroy the enemies that threaten the sect.
Wan Chuan Zong and Ming Chuan are enemies!
He must never be soft-hearted towards the enemy!
Lin Yi frowned, trying to shake off all those emotions, but his palms were slightly sweaty as a result.
Little did he know that what he perceived as weakness and procrastination was precisely the fatal illusion that Mingchuan wanted him to see, and through him, to convey to Su Hongzhen.
The jade slip containing the false information is about to become the last straw that breaks Su Hongzhen's sanity, and will also pave a shortcut for Wanchuan Sect and its allies to strike at the heart of the enemy.
The lights in the quiet room went out, and Lin Yi's figure disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile, from inside the sect leader's hall in the distance, the faint sounds of Mingchuan's suppressed laughter and a woman's coquettish complaints could be heard, but they were blocked by the array and no one could hear them...
The night is still long, but some people are already running out of time to see the dawn.