Chapter 45: You Must Serve a Great Figure

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"A-Chuan, when the leader sent you undercover to the Divination Commission, it was with the intent to eventually replace Shen Hai over time."

"I didn't expect him to reveal his hand so swiftly," the leader remarked slowly. "Shen Hai possesses substantial evidence detrimental to the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus."

"A-Chuan, since Shen Hai approached you first, feign agreement and gain his trust. Once the opportunity arises, destroy that incriminating evidence and eliminate him."

"Remember, until you're absolutely certain you can destroy the evidence, avoid any hasty actions."

Su Jinyan's expression brightened with excitement. "I am deeply grateful for the leader's trust."

"Additionally, there is another matter I wish to bring to your attention, my lord. Recently, using my charm, I have successfully deceived Fu Xuan's trust."

"With more time, I'm confident I can lead Fu Xuan back from her misguided path and persuade her to join our ranks in the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus."

The leader couldn't help but shake his head. Considering Fu Xuan's status, could she truly be swayed by a mere diviner like yourself? If you genuinely manage to convince Fu Xuan to join us, this venerable one might as well relinquish the leadership position.

"A-Chuan, while you possess some skill in Avoiding Calamity and Seeking Fortune..."

"In front of Fu Xuan, it would be best to exercise caution."

"Do not underestimate her; minimize direct contact."

"To avoid future slip-ups that might arouse her suspicion," the leader cautioned.

Ignorance breeds fearlessness, and indeed, the black-robed figure held Fu Xuan in contempt, barely acknowledging her significance. However, the tone in the leader's voice when mentioning Fu Xuan betrayed a deep-seated apprehension.

Could it be that they feared Fu Xuan might divine their true identity through divination?

The black-robed figure joked, "A-Chuan, if you truly manage to persuade Fu Xuan to join the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus..."

"Leader, surely you'd bestow upon him endless wealth and luxury, along with countless beauties beyond measure."

Despite the jest, there was no belief that Fu Xuan would betray the Xianzhou Alliance for the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. In fact, should she express willingness to join, they would suspect deceit instead.

Su Jinyan deliberately licked his lips, grinning mischievously. "Heh heh heh, I must say, Leader, you exude charm yourself, possessing remarkable beauty..."

"I wonder if among these countless beauties, Leader, you too shall be included?"

Both the leader and the black-robed figure were taken aback.

There was no humor intended in Su Jinyan's words. Although the leader wore a mask, her skin was fair and delicate, her figure curvaceous, suggesting a physique conducive to childbirth—a sign of fertility. If she were to remove her mask, one could reasonably expect her features to match her allure.

However, no matter how alluring the leader's beauty might be, even if she were an exceptional enchantress, it held no significance for him.

From the moment the leader ordered Tingyun's assassination, her fate was sealed.

Regardless of who you are, I will eliminate you to prevent future threats.

The leader's tone turned icy. "A-Chuan, refrain from making such jests in the future."

Su Jinyan promptly responded with tact, "Apologies, Leader. It was presumptuous of me."

With a sigh, the leader waved a dismissive hand. "It's fine; everyone has their own pursuits."

"The cultivators within our organization aspire for early enlightenment and eternal ascension to the realm of immortals," they continued. "Your fascination with women is indeed rare. Naturally, I won't reprimand you over such trivial matters."

Su Jinyan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Leader, for your understanding."

After a brief hesitation, the leader asked, "A-Chuan, do you truly possess great skill in winning over women?"

"Of course," Su Jinyan replied firmly.

The leader pondered for a moment before responding, "Excellent. When it comes to appearance, you're the only cultivator within our organization worthy of presenting to others."

"Since you've expressed your willingness, in a few days, I will introduce you to someone of great importance," he continued. "Her status surpasses ours by far. If you truly manage to please her, that would be quite an achievement, and when our organization ascends, part of that success will be attributed to you."

"However, she is unpredictable and temperamental. Should you displease her, at best, you'll face punishment; at worst, it could cost you your life."

"Do you dare accept this task?"

Su Jinyan understood immediately—the influential figure mentioned by the leader must be their ally collaborating with the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.

"Please rest assured, Leader," Su Jinyan replied. "Your subordinate will use all his persuasive charm to win her favor to the utmost extent possible."

With seriousness, the leader warned, "Remember, she is of immense importance to our organization; under no circumstances should you neglect or offend her. Even if she lashes out at you with a whip, you must endure it without complaint. Do you understand?"

Three days later.

In Central Starskiff Haven, along Starwatcher Avenue, stood a renowned teahouse named Marquis of Nevernight.

This establishment was owned by Meng Ming, a foxfolk tea connoisseur. Whenever Tingyun had some free time, she would invariably visit Marquis of Nevernight.

If seeking lively conversation, she'd engage in friendly chats; if desiring tranquility, she'd watch others guess teas, honing her discernment as a small diversion.

Outside the teahouse, storyteller Xi Yan regaled listeners with an impassioned rendition of the newly arrived Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

It seemed the Silver Wolf's efficiency was commendable, swiftly spreading these tales through the storytellers.

Tingyun sipped her fragrant tea, her soft and fluffy tail swaying gently, occasionally brushing against Su Jinyan's thigh.

Su Jinyan took a sip from his cup, opened his journal, and began to write:

With idle moments at hand, I'll jot down recent events:

Tuesday - Visited the secret stronghold of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, successfully dispelling suspicions held by their leader and the black-robed figure towards me.

Now that the Disciples no longer consider Tingyun a crucial assassination target, might this alter her tragic fate?

The leader here is a mature woman with a voluptuous figure. Although they wore a mask, I recognize the leader's voice.

Throughout my life, I've encountered countless women. If I happen to meet the leader again on the street next time, just by her voice and figure, I'll be able to recognize her.

I mentally gauged the leader's measurements: 91-64-93. Once I have some free time, I'll discuss this observation with the general.

On Wednesday, ever since Lady Fu Xuan observed my future phantom that day,

I noticed a subtle change in the way she looked at me. Previously, our relationship seemed more akin to friends, closer than the typical superior-subordinate bond.

Recently, Lady Fu Xuan has been showing increased concern for me, often reminding me to stay safe while undercover within the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. She instructed me to text her immediately if I encounter danger; she would rush to my side without delay.

Lady Fu Xuan repeatedly advised me to distance myself from Tingyun, fearing regrettable consequences after any tragedy. However, I didn't heed her warnings. She claimed that one day I would turn my sword against Tingyun, but how could I possibly harm him?

On Thursday, today Qingque kept nagging me about Lady Fu Xuan playing favorites.

She jokingly asked if I had secretly bribed Lady Fu Xuan with bubble tea.

Her remark sparked an idea; perhaps gifting presents could indeed improve my standing with Fu Xuan. So, I crafted a homemade cup of "Jinyan's Special Bubble Tea" for her, fully sweetened and made with utmost care. She enjoyed it immensely, sipping contentedly.

Honestly, I found Qingque quite remarkable. Since my arrival, her workload had doubled, yet she still managed to find time to slack off. How did she pull that off?

On Friday, Tingyun invited me to enjoy tea at Marquis of Nevernight, so I discreetly slipped away from the Divination Commission.

As for my duties, well, let Qingque handle them.

The leader of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus sent me a confidential message. She mentioned that a high-ranking individual was deeply interested in me and planned to introduce us the next day.

The leader repeatedly emphasized the need for patience and respect, urging me not to show any discourtesy towards this influential figure.

I didn't expect the leader to hold such regard for their ally. My guess is that this ally's arrival could potentially bring about monumental changes within the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.

It was possible that this ally might be the very source of Luofu's calamity.

"Benefactor, what are you writing there?" Curiosity piqued, Tingyun leaned closer to peek.