Chapter 156 Night Operation 002
Outside the residence of the Golden Crow Temple in the Demon Palace.
Mu Jianjian glanced at the two palace maids who had been knocked unconscious, silently waved to Sang Wanyue who was on guard outside, and mouthed "okay".
“Jianjian, we can actually communicate through telepathy.” Sang Wanyue landed beside Mu Jianjian and fixed her gaze on the two women who had been pulled into the corner and fainted.
Mu Jianjian: ...
Oh right, this is a cultivation novel script, she seems to be getting too into character.
Sang Wanyue watched the girl who had already started changing clothes quickly, and then lowered her head and began to change into the maid's clothes as well.
This was the first time she had ever seen anything like it.
The normal approach would be to use a Qi Condensation Talisman to infiltrate, wouldn't it?
"How about we pretend to be maids of the Demon Palace and walk in with lanterns, all high and mighty?" Mu Jianjian patted her chest and handed two headgear from her spatial storage to Sang Wanyue. "This one is for you, I'll wear this one."
Sang Wanyue looked down at one normal human skin mask and the other a human skin mask depicting a hideous, burly man, her heart filled with doubt—
Is this really something a young, fashion-conscious girl would put in her spatial bag?
The night was dark and the wind was high.
Mu Jianjian and her companion, dressed as palace maids, walked confidently to the front of the Golden Crow Shrine residence. Carrying lanterns, they appeared to be conducting a routine inspection, their expressions calm and composed. Even the cultivators standing at the gate did not notice anything unusual.
They arrived at Jin Fuzhen's palace. Perhaps they trusted the people who came with them from Jinwu Temple too much, or perhaps they thought no one would attack them in the Demon Palace. Surprisingly, the only guards around them were the Foundation Establishment maids they had seen before.
After quickly knocking the maid unconscious, the two of them simultaneously put on ugly, burly man masks and smiled at each other.
"Operation Night, codename 002, officially commencing!" Mu Jianjian transmitted her voice secretly. Even when scheming and plotting against others, she still maintained a strong sense of ritual.
Upon entering the room, Mu Jianjian glanced at Jin Fuzhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed cultivating her qi. She smelled the smoky aroma emanating from the incense burner and marveled that even incense poison could be readily extracted.
That's so convenient.
She lit the candle on the table, and the movement caused Jin Fuzhen, who was concentrating her Qi on the bed, to instantly open her eyes from her cultivation.
Since her eyes weren't covered by the silk ribbon indoors, she saw the faint candlelight and looked around but didn't see anyone. Jin Fuzhen tentatively asked, "Lord Qu?"
Has Lord Qu returned after killing Mu Jianjian?
Seeing no response, Kim Bok-jin called the maid's name again, completely unaware that the scent of incense in the air was slowly changing.
"You will die a horrible death!" A shrill scream shattered the silence in the room. Kim Bok-jin looked down sharply and found that her ankle had been grabbed by a demon that emerged from the twisted ground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be one of the people who had once begged her for help!
Is she... in a hallucination?
Jin Fuzhen quickly realized, "You brought this upon yourself back then. I told you to abandon that child, but you refused and instead blamed me?"
Before he could finish speaking, the illusory old man roared, "You are not worthy to be the Golden Crow Maiden at all! You are just a hypocritical and selfish villain! I even got the whole village to worship you back then. You spoke so sweetly before the monster attack, but afterwards you didn't even lift a finger and only knew how to shirk responsibility!"
Jin Fuzhen sneered, and was about to use her true energy to pull him off, but found that she had no true energy in her body!
More and more evil spirits emerged from beneath her feet, gradually pulling her into the twisted ground. Jin Fuzhen panicked and cried out for help, hoping her fellow disciples in the palace could rescue her.
Little did he know that in the real world, he was waving his hands and shouting silently in front of two women.
"Looks like it's a success, this is the first time you've tried to extract fragrance and make incense poison." Mu Jianjian nodded, and couldn't help but complain as she looked at Jin Fuzhen's ugly behavior, "How many rotten things has she done before?"
"She just said... Lord Qu?" Sang Wanyue asked.
“The only people who can be addressed as ‘Master’ besides the Temple Master are the people from the Upper Realm,” Mu Jianjian yawned. “I wouldn’t mind letting her experience the feeling of ‘some people are already alive, but she is already dead’.”
Both of them knew that while they couldn't take Kim Bok-jin's life before the grand banquet, they could certainly do many things.
An incense stick later, Jin Fuzhen opened her eyes, panting. Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. She instinctively gathered her inner energy and spread her spiritual sense throughout the room, but found nothing unusual. She was still in bed—
It was as if everything she had experienced before was a figment of her imagination.
However, the candlelight on the sandalwood table inside the room flickered, and when Jin Fuzhen called Qu You and her maid again, all she received was deathly silence.
Will the evil spirit from before reappear from under my feet?
Jin Fuzhen was terrified and completely unaware that something was wrong with her.
Mu Jianjian, hiding in the shadows, explained to Sang Wanyue, "This is the chain reaction of a dream within a dream. Even if she is in reality, she will doubt the illusion. Now it's our turn to step in."
Sang Wanyue: ...
She really didn't know where her younger sister got so many strange and unusual ideas from.
Before Jin Fuzhen could fully recover, two exceptionally ugly and burly men suddenly appeared in front of her, their large faces pressed against her noses as they grinned menacingly!
who?
who are they!
If she didn't notice, it means her cultivation level is higher than hers!
Jin Fuzhen gasped, her body trembling weakly, preventing her from immediately mustering her inner energy to fight back. Just as she tried to raise her hand, someone stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth, followed by a barrage of punches and kicks.
Without any trace of internal energy, each punch landed squarely, extremely ruthless.
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