Chapter 1368 Others are Hell
Weapons from the celestial realm.
Weapons from the celestial realm!
Is it something she can possess?
Despite thinking this way, Song Chunxue was still deeply moved.
Master Han wasn't the type to fool people for fun, and he would never joke about such things before.
Immortal weapons... Even if I don't give them to her, just looking at them would be fine. What do they look like?
Furthermore, since Master Han is so powerful, does her master, Immortal Banyue, also possess celestial weapons?
After all, Master has already attained enlightenment; he is merely temporarily wandering among mortals.
"You are a cultivator, and you have reached a level where you are about to transcend the Five Elements. If you continue to have enlightenment, you will obtain the path to immortality. Isn't it a bit too vulgar to have you leave your mark on yourself in less than a hundred years?"
"It's just a honey trap. The purpose is to confuse the enemy and lure them to their death. You are a woman, which makes things easier for you than for us men, because that person is also a somewhat wicked cultivator. If he couldn't even tell the difference between a man and a woman, would I, the Daoist Master, need to go to such great lengths?"
“Okay, I agree.” Song Chunxue said seriously, “Thank you for trusting me so much, but you should be prepared that I may not be able to complete the mission.”
Young women can only work on their looks, but to seduce people and use their beauty to their advantage requires some effort. A dull and self-absorbed practitioner like her might need to work on her appearance more, becoming a cold beauty so that those who are willing will take the bait.
Otherwise... she'd be better off banging her head against a wall than seducing someone.
"I understand. You don't need to do anything proactively. After all, you just need to approach him as a beautiful woman and kill him at the right time."
"I will protect you secretly. At this time, you can't completely rely on Wuyou and Bawang. After all, sometimes, they can't detect the speed at which people's evil thoughts arise. In short, you have to be careful and not recklessly pursue the mission. If anything goes wrong, leave if you are not 30% sure you can succeed."
Song Chunxue nodded. "It seems this person is quite capable."
Master Han smiled wryly, "Of course, otherwise why would I insist on having you come?"
"Alright, let me explain in detail the person you're supposed to kill. He's your senior brother Lord Zhao's cousin, and also a prince with a title. He wants his nephew to inherit the throne, so tonight..."
"However, Xie Zheng doesn't know about this. If he knew that I entrusted such a dangerous task to you, he would definitely turn against you." Master Han's eyebrows were sad. "You know that my disciple has always been pure and innocent. Don't be misled by the rumors outside. The person you once liked has always been the best."
Song Chunxue lowered her eyes and nodded, "I know."
...
It was the first time Song Chunxue had dressed so flamboyantly, so she changed into something simple and plain.
She thought that, after all, those powerful and wealthy people had seen many beauties, and someone dressed in a vulgar manner might not be able to get close to him.
In addition, she prepared cold sandalwood, a type of incense that is rarely used.
In addition, she had the person who introduced her say that she was a wealthy young lady who had fallen on hard times, which made everything make sense.
If there are flaws, then they are all flaws, and we should patiently examine them.
Since she started to shift her perspective from herself to others when she was thinking, everything became simpler.
Why is it that so many passionate women in the world end up with a fate where others are their own hell?
It's simply that they don't see things clearly enough, they're too attached to their physical bodies, and they're stuck in a rut.
So, when she wielded the unsharpened sword and performed a clean and crisp dance, the oily-faced prince clapped his hands, signaling her to come forward and throw herself into his arms.
She stood there, not knowing what to do, when the old woman behind her pushed her forward and pinched her.
This action naturally did not escape the eyes of those around them.
Since it was just an act, she had to make it look convincing, so she told the nanny not to hold back.
But it really hurts!
“My beauty, come sit on my lap.”
Just as Song Chunxue was about to step forward, a familiar, cold voice came from outside, "Prince Xiao, you have quite the refined taste. Why didn't you let me appreciate such a beauty with you? The ones you sent before didn't even qualify as beauties; they were just shoddy imitations."
What are you doing, causing trouble!
We were finally getting close to our goal, and then Xie Zheng pulled this stunt?
She felt very awkward in front of her uncle, an acquaintance!
P.S.: Since turning this book into a form of spiritual practice, I've also been practicing alongside it. Reality is complex; Heaven, in order to bring enlightenment to those who are stubbornly deluded, will inevitably choose extraordinary means. As the saying goes, "The path cannot be born if the mind is not dead." Only after experiencing it firsthand have I realized that there are many ways to let the mind die. May all fellow practitioners successfully overcome their tribulations and journey together on this path.
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