The silver moon was like a hook, and thousands of lights in the outer mansion illuminated the blue clouds.
There was only half a month left before the opening of the Dragons' Convention. By this time, those cultivators who participated in the Convention or those who wanted to see this grand event, had basically arrived at the ***Dragon House***.
The streets were crowded with fellow cultivators walking shoulder to shoulder, as well as many cultivator couples and masters followed by their disciples.
Pei Lianxue was now acting as Ye Anping's guide dog, holding his right hand tightly and leading him forward step by step.
Because Ye Anping had to keep an eye on the movements of those five demonic cultivators, he had to close his eyes even as he was walking on the street now, fully concentrating on mobilizing the *Shifting Eye* talismans of the ***Dragon Slayers Society*** members infiltrated in the ***Dragon House***.
There was no room for carelessness in this matter.
If he misjudged the position of those five demonic cultivators when he sent Liang Zhu and his sister to act, he could cause them meet two or three of them at the same time. Then, when the time came, he probably had no choice but to sell Big Brother Liang to save his sister's life.
One thing was for sure, Ye Anping did not want to betray Brother Liang now. He was a very efficient person.
These days in the *Jiang Mansion*, Liang Zhu supported the operation of the entire ***Dragon Slayer Society*** almost by himself. During the day, he would help the branch leaders handle the business, and at night, he would come back to coax Liang Ating to sleep and play with her. He really was a dedicated dad.
And the most important thing was, under Liang Zhu's management, the affairs of the ***Dragon Slayer Society*** were indeed at their peak. Right now in **Duchun City**, no other chambers of commerce had the ability to compete with the ***Dragon Slayer Society***.
At this time, Ye Anping saw through the eyes of a ***Dragon Slayer*** member in the north of the ***Dragon House*** that Yao Yuanhua was now separated from the other four people.
They seemed to be going for a drink while Yao Yuanhua walked alone in the direction of the *Drunken Dragon Inn*.
Ye Anping adjusted his perspective to follow both sides and made sure the four people entered a restaurant and started drinking. After Yao Yuanhua entered the inn, he withdrew his spiritual sense and opened his eyes.
"Okay, the target is alone. We can make our move."
Liang Zhu took out several talismans and a magic weapon from his storage bag and asked, "Sixth Brother, from what you said, I understand there is more than one demonic cultivator, right?"
"Yes, so?" Ye Anping raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want to separate from us? You kill one, and my sister and I kill the other? It's not impossible..."
"I didn't say that."
Liang Zhu rolled his eyes at him and asked again, "Are you planning to attack the other demonic cultivators after this? If you are, isn't this going to alert them? Whether we succeed or not, the other demonic cultivators will definitely be on guard. In the future, it will be much harder to catch them."
"Then, what do you suggest?"
"I think you should get a few more helpers and try to solve everything at once so as not to drag things out."
Ye Anping nodded in agreement but rejected his idea. "Brother Liang, the more people there are, the more uncontrollable it is. It is impossible for me to observe five different places at the same time. There will definitely be mistakes made, and mistakes could cost us our lives."
"..."
"Furthermore, the man named Yao Yuanhua practices the *Heavenly Demon Skill*. It is more difficult for ordinary demonic cultivators to hide their demonic aura."
"Hmm?"
Ye Anping pointed at his collarbone. "Brother Liang, when the time comes, you and my sister..."
"Wife!!" Pei Lianxue interrupted.
Ye Anping pursed his lips, sighed, and changed his words. "You and my wife will target him here. That is not only his weak spot but also the place where the evil energies in his aura gather. Whether you break through his spirit control or not, he will reveal his identity as a demonic cultivator. To expose his identity is one of my main goals."
"You even know about his weak spot?"
In the game, hitting him in the chest would cause him a weakened state, where he would take significantly more damage and be unable to move.
Ye Anping shrugged slightly and said, "Well, as agreed, you can escape after a Thunder spell."
"So, where is that guy?"
"*Drunken Dragon Inn*." Ye Anping looked at Pei Lianxue and said, "Wife, go in through the front door. Don't hesitate. Just stab him once and then jump out the window. Brother Liang, you wait on the roof across from the inn. As soon as my wife jumps out the window, make your move."
After a short hesitation, Pei Lianxue nodded vigorously. "Then, husband... what does he look like?"
"Phoenix eyes, upward eyebrows, a broad forehead, and a flat top. He's about six feet tall and wears a long ink-colored robe. At first glance, he looks exactly like an immortal cultivator."
"Oh! All right!"
...
At the *Drunken Dragon Inn*, there was an atmosphere of singing and dancing.
On the stage, several young ladies wearing veils were holding pipa and playing some local songs. Many cultivators around them were watching the show.
This was like an art hall and also the only performing arts venue within a thousand miles that was run by cultivators. Most of the young ladies here were from some ordinary immortal cultivation sects, so performing here could be considered formal work.
People who came here could spend spirit stones to hire a girl to accompany them to drink, play the piano, and chat, but they could only look and not touch. Otherwise, they might encounter a beating from the delicate girl who played the piano.
After all, they all came from various immortal sects, and most of them were in the middle and late stages of the *Foundation Building*. It was very simple to deal with some unscrupulous guests.
Wearing a veil, Pei Lianxue stepped through the door of the *Drunken Dragon Inn*.
When the girl receiving guests at the door saw Pei Lianxue's clothes indicating she was a ***Black Star*** Sect disciple, she immediately approached her. Regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl, she prepared to pull her to her room for a chat.
After all, this was an artistic establishment.
Although fewer, there were still some female guests who came here to hire girls to play the piano and chat.
And probably because they were both women, the young lady grabbed Pei Lianxue's wrist with both hands.
"Sister from the ***Black Star*** Sect..."
"Eh?"
"Have you come to listen to music today? Or watch a dance?" Miss Qing Guan tilted her head and said with a smile, "I know how to do everything. I will definitely satisfy you, sister. Look..."
Pei Lianxue recalled what her brother had told her before she came in. If the girl in the inn asked her, she should tell the truth.
So, she said, "I'm here to kill someone."
?
Qing Guan, who was still holding Pei Lianxue's wrist, was stunned, reflected for a while, then said with an embarrassed smile, "Hahaha... Sister, your joke is really funny, let's go... I will take you up there."
"I'm not joking."
"Ah?"
"That's right." Pei Lianxue organized her words and said, "A demonic cultivator sneaked in, and I'm here to kill him."
"..."
Miss Qing Guan was stunned when she heard Pei Lianxue reinforcing her words.
"Phoenix eyes, upward eyebrows, a broad forehead, and a flat top. He's about six feet tall and wears a long ink-colored robe. At first glance, he looks exactly like an immortal cultivator."
Pei Lianxue repeated Ye Anping's description word for word, and then she asked, "Do you know where he is?"
"Well..."
Miss Qing Guan hesitated for a while, then looked at the other colleagues beside her. They all looked confused.
Everyone was thinking, this was the ***Dragon House***, how could a demonic cultivator be here?
But looking at Pei Lianxue's ***Black Star*** disciple uniform, they didn't dare to treat her words as child's play. After all, it was the number one Immortal Sect in the **Western Region**.
After a pause, she asked, "Sister, can you show me your ID badge?"
"Oh... yes."
Pei Lianxue handed over her ***Black Star*** Sect disciple badge. After looking at it for a few seconds, the woman returned it to her with both hands and said, "Sister, I remember that a man with red phoenix eyes and a long ink-colored coat did come here just now. He led a young lady to the *Dustfall Pavilion* on the third floor."
"Oh, okay." Pei Lianxue nodded to express her gratitude, then patted her shoulder and said, "By the way, go and call the ***Dragon House*** guards here. Just say that I asked them to come."
"Alright!"
Miss Qing Guan nodded and ran out to call the guards.
The entire *Drunken Dragon Inn* was built like a huge patio, so after entering, you could see every floor.
Pei Lianxue raised her head to look for the location of the *Dustfall Pavilion* mentioned by the girl. After finding it, she summoned the sword equipped by the ***Black Star*** Sect from the storage bag, jumped from the ground, used the lanterns inserted on the beams as stepping stones, and reached the third floor in four leaps.
However, when she reached the room, a woman's mournful cry suddenly came from inside.
---"Senior!! Please don't do this... I am a disciple of the ***Grass Spirit*** Sect, and I only come here to offer my piano and voice talent... Please!! Aah!!"
---"Isn't this a brothel? How can there be a whore who only offers her piano and voice skills? Isn't it because you think the spirit stones are not enough? Don't worry, I still have a sense of control when I am outside. I won't take away your spirit, and I won't pay you less."
?
Overhearing this, Pei Lianxue, outside the door, tilted her head slightly as if she didn't understand.
But it didn't matter. She raised her foot and slammed it into the door with a roar.
Boom--
"Ah--!!!"
The two doors instantly flew out of the door frame and hit the opposite wall, shattering to pieces.
In the room, both Yao Yuanhua and the poor waitress he pinned against the wall were shocked by the sound.
However, when he turned to look at the door, Pei Lianxue was already beside him with a long sword in her hand.
Swish---
There was a flash of cold light in the room!
Yao Yuanhua's eyes widened as he realized that the sword was headed toward his weak point with such a fast and fierce speed that it was too late for him to mobilize his spiritual protection now.
He was too focused on the girl just now and didn't even notice anyone approaching.
"Tsk..."
Yao Yuanhua clicked his tongue, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no choice but to watch as Pei Lianxue's sword pierced his collarbone.
Boom--
The sword went through his collarbone, pushing him straight onto the bed. He only glared at Pei Lianxue and dropped his head as if he was out of breath.
Seeing him like this, Pei Lianxue simply let go of the sword, turned around, ran toward the window without saying a word, and jumped out with a flip.
Noticing her move, Yao Yuanhua was extremely confused.
Although he didn't know why this girl wanted to kill him, she cut him with a sword and ran away without even confirming whether he was alive or dead? And she ran really fast!
Could it be that she realized she had killed the wrong person, so she freaked out and fled?
What the hell?
Yao Yuanhua had wanted to wait for the girl to let her guard down a bit and then subdue her, but he didn't expect that she would be gone in a flash.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand and pulled the spiritual sword out of his neck. Then, with a gesture, he activated the blood essence in his forehead to help heal his wound.
"Cough... if her cultivation level was higher, I'm afraid that..."
Yao Yuanhua spat a mouthful of blood and glared at the girl who was now on the bed looking at him with a horrified face. However, he ignored her and ran directly to the window to look out.
Just as he stuck his head out the window and saw Pei Lianxue running at full speed, a white light suddenly flashed in the sky.
Boom--
"What's that noise?"
Yao Yuanhua looked up and saw a ray of white light falling from the sky like a guillotine knife over the back of his neck.
