"Why bother meeting again next time?"
Sisi had already taken a detour and crawled out of the dog hole, only to suddenly hear Tang Wanzhuang’s lingering voice behind her.
Sisi’s entire body froze.
Peeking out of the hole, Sisi saw that the entrance was surrounded by elite agents from the Demon Suppression Department, blocking every possible exit so tightly that not even a fly could escape.
Sisi’s eyes whirled as she retreated, climbing back into the dog hole.
"Clatter!" The sound of fractured clay figures echoed as Zhao Changhe unsheathed his sword and struck, reaching out to grab.
As Sisi retreated, Zhao Changhe seized her by the collar, and Tang Wanzhuang swiftly immobilized her by pressing on all her vital acupoints in an instant.
Sisi tried to control her clay figures but couldn’t muster the strength; the clay figures began to zone out.
Zhao Changhe said, "Old Brother Wu, throw in a rope; this one won’t yield to mere acupressure."
A hemp rope was thrown into the hole.
Zhao Changhe grabbed Sisi’s arms; Tang Wanzhuang personally bound her up tightly like a rice dumpling and tossed her aside.
In an instant, Sisi went from a triumphant escapee to a prisoner underfoot; she hadn’t even processed what had happened, totally dazed.
"You all play roles, plotting and scheming. But young folks, do you really think the head of Great Xia’s Demon Suppression Department is just a mere laborer at your disposal?" Tang Wanzhuang coughed lightly and sighed, "Is that so? What do you think the Four Symbols Sect and the Maitreya Sect dread about me? Alien Demoness, you have underestimated the heroes of the Divine Continent."
Tang Wanzhuang continued, "Today’s sudden shock had me suspicious that someone was to blame, with you being the most likely suspect around. Considering your previous contributions and Young Master Zhao’s fondness for you, I didn’t want to confront you directly, hence I still brought you in... I hinted at it when Weiyang cleared the corpses at the entrance, hoping you would realize that resistance was futile and give up... But, all you thought about was the sword seal, never considering what it signified..."
Only now did Sisi realize; if the Demon Suppression Department cleared the bodies at the entrance, why would they then leave? To grant you private space inside?
Of course, they were stationed at the entrance, ready for any exigency!
Yet with the intense fighting happening inside, Tang Wanzhuang had not called for backup, creating an illusion of nobody outside...
Sisi’s face turned purplish with frustration.
"There’s only one exit here, simply defending it from outside suffices for countless changes..." Tang Wanzhuang coughed, her face flushed with the forcibly suppressed effects of an aphrodisiac, yet she still whispered, "I truly didn’t know you were familiar with this place to such an extent, even aware of the location of the sword seal and the nature of the Sword Guard... But taking down this Sword Guard wasn’t as hard as you thought. You say I am strong but still underestimate just how strong."
Sisi said, "So you were stalling with the Sword Guard while waiting for me to retrieve the sword seal?"
"I don’t know about Young Master Zhao. For my part, that was indeed the case; unfamiliar with this place, if I went myself, unsure of any other untouched prohibitions, rash actions were off the table. Since you were so knowledgeable, having you bring it out was obviously best." Tang Wanzhuang sighed, "I don’t know why you thought a bunch of clay figures could block the passage, and even had the leisure to tell a story rather than seizing the moment to escape swiftly... is it because you like him, trying to justify something? Well, that’s good, no need for interrogation, just explain things clearly."
Sisi, not daring to look at Zhao Changhe’s expression, turned red and kept silent.
Indeed, they had underestimated the heroes of the Divine Continent, especially this frail-looking woman; her deceptive appearance made her seem easy to fool, yet she was one of the most formidable persons in Great Xia. Singlehandedly propping up a decaying stronghold, suppressing the demons of the world, was no easy feat. Further thought revealed that the term "kind" barely related to her; those too kind and gullible couldn’t hold such a position.
"Actually, none of these matter. We were going to explore the Sword Tomb anyway. Since we obtained the sword seal and the Sword Tomb remains undamaged, we can overlook your little deception and let you go. Besides, you still possess a sense of shame, not entirely beyond redemption." Tang Wanzhuang spoke, gradually growing angry, "But you crossed the line... To compensate for your guilt, you drugged me and offered me to Young Master Zhao as if my integrity was your bargaining chip... That’s too much, girl."
Sisi pouted, and in her view of right and wrong, she really hadn’t taken others into consideration.
She cared only for Zhao Changhe.
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, "Do you care about his feelings? Don’t want him to resent you? But in doing so, you never asked if that’s what he wanted."
Sisi glanced at Zhao Changhe, who had been standing by silently with his hands tucked, and when she looked his way, he snorted and turned his head.
Sisi felt that Zhao Changhe actually did care, though whether he would admit it was another matter...
Finally, Tang Wanzhuang’s smile faded, "Since you feel guilty, then... please remedy it yourself!"
With that, she flicked her slender hand, and the lust poison she had been suppressing and resolving was completely forced out of her palm, then with a flip of her hand, she slapped it all into Sisi’s mouth.
"Mmmh!" Sisi, who had been calmly resigned, began to fiercely struggle and twist.
Zhao Changhe’s first thought was that Tang Wanzhuang’s strength was truly formidable, far stronger than Yue Hongling... Updates are released by novel•fire.net
This poison was likely a special concoction of her Ancient Spirit Clan, and even Zhao Changhe’s unique poison resistance felt barely sufficient, no wonder Sisi was so confident that it would affect Tang Wanzhuang. But if even Yue Hongling couldn’t suppress the lower-grade lust poison from the Maitreya Sect, it made sense that Tang Wanzhuang could not only suppress this stronger gu technique but also force it all out.
If it were said that Sisi had made many mistakes, the greatest one was misunderstanding the divine; a Mystical Gate martial artist couldn’t comprehend the distortion of someone with three Secret Treasures activated. The gap in their level was larger than that between a human and a dog. How could such a scheme ever succeed?
Including himself... How could Sisi calculate his poison resistance, and the enhancement from the Heavenly Book, even turning a Sword Domain into home ground?
Sisi suffering from her own poison, in just a moment, her eyes became seductively misty, and her body subconsciously twisted, letting out soft moans.
As the rope bound her, each twist emphasized her figure more under its constrictions, causing any onlooker’s blood to surge.
Tang Wanzhuang glanced at Zhao Changhe, softly coughing, "She is handed over to you for interrogation. Whether you release her, kill her, or something else... it’s your decision."
After speaking, she raised her voice: "The Demon Suppression Department, enter! Carefully scan the surroundings, locate the spatial nodes, prepare to seal this place. Remember, do not trigger the prohibitions."
Members of the Demon Suppression Department entered the cave, looking neither left nor right, ignoring the bound Sisi, spreading out to inspect.
Crouching in front of a Sword Guard restricted by the Spring Water Sword Energy, Tang Wanzhuang murmured, "Tombs are not places for affairs, Wanzhuang is not like the demonesses of the Alien Clan who would destroy beauty; perhaps it’s better for you to return to your guesthouse... Whatever is found here, I will share with you later."
Zhao Changhe didn’t hesitate, quickly picking up the squirming Sisi and swiftly leaving the Sword Tomb.
Tang Wanzhuang’s generosity... not only was Sisi handed over to him, but from the beginning to the end, she didn’t take away the sword seal from Sisi’s possession. She was leaving even the sword seal up to him.
Zhao Changhe was duly appreciative, yet also deeply troubled.
Now this little demoness... How should he deal with her?
"Thud!" Sisi was thrown onto the guesthouse bed, and Zhao Changhe closed the door.
Still extravagantly bound and lying face-down, her back to the hands, Sisi twisted and gasped on the bed. Her peach-blossom eyes swept over Zhao Changhe, standing quietly by the door, filled with misty allure yet also harboring some indescribable complexity.
She knew, Zhao Changhe was not like Tang Wanzhuang... Tang Wanzhuang had forced out the poison, but Zhao Changhe had not yet. He was merely suppressing it.
But now... was there any need to keep suppressing?
PS: This Chapter should have been concluded in one go, but I couldn’t finish this afternoon, so I had to split it. Still, this serialized book, please don’t rush... including this Chapter, don’t rush...
Yes, nearly ten thousand words today, asking for a monthly ticket!