And so, that night, screams and bloodshed echoed throughout the entire White Moon Cult.
Si Jin sat by the window, leisurely enjoying the breeze.
The stench of blood wafting towards them felt like a rare feast.
"Master, if you're not feeling well, don't be exposed to the wind. Please sit back a bit."
Su He's voice came from behind.
Si Jin could vaguely discern that there was an excitement that had been suppressed for many years hidden within it.
That's true. Xiao Yao has investigated and found that Su He is ambitious and doesn't get along with Shang Qinghan in many ways.
In this way, she probably felt that once Shang Qinghan fell from power, she could take his place and continue to support him as a puppet...
Si Jin shook her head, leaning back lazily, yet exuding an air of obsession.
"No, my eyes, ears, and nose aren't working very well anymore. If I want to see the pitiful state of the traitors, I need to get closer."
Su He took two steps forward and tentatively asked, "Has the leader's eyes... become blurry again?"
“Yes.” Si Jin continued, “It’s all blurry, like there’s a layer of paper covering the window. I don’t know how much longer my worthless life can last.”
"It's alright, these medicines will work. Master, please drink them first." Su He handed the medicine she had prepared to Si Jin: "Drink it, take a nap, and you'll be fine."
Xiao Yao felt a chill run down her spine upon seeing the medicine: "Sir, this medicine is far more potent than Shang Qinghan's."
If successful, you will lose consciousness and become completely subservient to her.
If you fail, you're dead!
Si Jin smiled, ignoring the little tiger in her mind who was terrified and whose fur was standing on end, and continued to ask with a smile, "Was this medicine made with the antidote for all poisons given to you by the people from Yujian Manor today?"
"Yes, the cult leader's eyes felt better after drinking it."
Suhe deliberately lowered her voice, which was slightly seductive, like a devil tempting people to commit crimes.
"At that time, I will be able to watch you, Master, dominate the martial arts world and reign supreme in the Jianghu."
"Heh." Si Jin chuckled lightly, tightening her grip on the bowl of porridge: "Dominating the martial arts world is possible, but unfortunately, you won't live to see it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and splashed the scalding hot medicine all over Su He's face.
Before Su He could react, he immediately pulled out the hairpin from his hair and plunged it into the woman's heart.
With a smile in her eyes and a gentle voice, she said, "Have a safe journey. Consider this a farewell gift. Don't go to the underworld and call me stingy."
As soon as the words left her lips, Su He collapsed to the ground with her eyes wide open.
Their eyes were filled with terror, as if they could hardly believe that they would be killed by a drug-addicted person who had no self-awareness.
Si Jin briefly admired her dead appearance and calmly instructed: "Little one, take a picture."
After the little tiger frantically finished taking the photo, he called the disciples outside to come and clean up the corpse.
Then, he sat back in his original spot, facing the evening breeze, and appreciated the fear.
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It was two days later that these traitors were dealt with.
Si Jin had secured his position as sect leader. At this moment, he was leaning against the White Moon Hall sect leader's seat, discussing sect affairs with the other ten elders.
The First Elder said anxiously, "A letter arrived from the Imperial Sword Manor yesterday, saying that someone broke into the prison, took Shang Qinghan away, and left no clues."
"Therefore, they also cannot determine where Shang Qinghan has fled to, so they asked us to help keep an eye out for him."
Just then, a young man in white rushed in from outside.
Shang Linyuan had clearly just returned; he hadn't had time to change his blood-stained clothes from picking the Blood Spirit Mushroom.
For some unknown reason, he ignored the obstruction of his junior disciples and strode into the White Moon Hall, filled with negative emotions, to face Si Jin, the sect leader.
It took some effort to suppress the sadness in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth to ask, "Ling Sijin, why are you so good to me?"
Si Jin: ?
He sat up slightly, clearly a little angry: "What did you say? Repeat it again if you dare."
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