My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 1027 - 1000: Sack Attack, Abducting the State Preceptor

Chapter 1027: Chapter 1000: Sack Attack, Abducting the State Preceptor

Supreme National Master was not only skilled in deception; he was truly talented. As soon as Qin Liuxi’s aura appeared, he immediately sensed it.

Qin Liuxi deftly avoided him, choosing not to confront him directly, and instead leapt over to the statue and gave it a push.

Bang.

The statue fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Supreme National Master’s expression changed dramatically; he roared in anger, setting his fingers into a skill, ready to launch it. But suddenly, his back went cold, and before he could turn around, darkness fell over him, as something covered his head.

What was that?

Was he just stuffed into a black sack?

Before he could process what was happening, something poked his Dumb Acupoint, and then he was bound by something, unable to move, as a fist pummelled his body.

How painful.

Supreme National Master silently cried out in pain, wondering who had plotted against him. Who dared attack him, instead of fighting outright?

Suddenly, his temples were struck heavily by a punch, and he fell down limply.

Qin Liuxi listened to the footsteps rapidly approaching from outside, and took out a prepared paper figure. Casting a spell, she threw it onto the ground, and in an instant, a ’Supreme National Master’ appeared before her, blinking at her.

"Master."

The puppet imitated the voice of Supreme National Master, saying in a deep voice, "Do not enter."

The footsteps came to a halt.

Qin Liuxi transmitted her voice to the puppet, saying, "Tell Emperor Kangwu to halt the construction of Longevity Palace, open the granaries, and fully focus on disaster relief. Warn him that if he doesn’t comply, Heavenly Punishment will ensue. Play this role well."

"Yes."

Only then did Qin Liuxi carry the unconscious Supreme National Master, tear open the Yin Road, and leave.

After watching her leave, Puppet National Master called out in a deep voice, "The divine spirit has fallen from the altar, and there is disaster from celestial rage. Deliver the orders, as this national master seeks an audience with the Saint."

At that moment, within a blindingly white valley, a person was seated cross-legged atop a massive boulder deep in the valley. The sky was showering ice needles, yet not a single snowflake touched his surroundings, as if the snow dared not taint him.

He opened his eyes, curled his lips, and slightly turned his head to say to the young girl kneeling behind him, dressed entirely in black, "She’s back on the scene again. This game is getting more interesting. If the time were right, I’d truly want to meet her in person. Who do you think would win?"

The young girl remained expressionless, silent, as if he was discussing someone else’s matter, entirely unrelated to her.

Si Luo stroked his finger, still missing a piece of finger bone, yet he knew he could never complete the set.

"In this world, there are always so many self-proclaimed Savior Saints. Truly bothersome." Si Luo’s gaze chilled; his eyes grew dark as he drew the young girl closer, gripping her slender neck, staring into her ink-black eyes. He asked, "Heartless, do you think she can save the world?"

Heartless showed no emotions, her black eyes reflecting his face, cold as the ice and snow of the valley.

Watching her breath weaken, Si Luo released her: "Go, bring back the souls of ten virgin girls with pure Yin Life Charts this time."

Heartless turned and left.

Si Luo laughed, looking into the Void: "I want to see how far you can go. That day, it’s truly something to look forward to, but you mustn’t disappoint me."

He formed seals with his hands, closing his eyes. The ice and snow swirled around him, transforming into strands of Spiritual Energy which he inhaled. Deep, ancient Sanskrit chants echoed through the valley. A passing snow fox was startled, fleeing in terror, yet no more than a hundred meters away, it collapsed in the snow, lifeless.

...

Jiuxuan.

Feng Xiu was meditating in his room when a dull thud sounded outside. He opened his eyes and stepped out.

A black sack was squirming on the ground.

Feng Xiu looked at Qin Liuxi: "Who’s the unlucky one?"

She had stayed overnight at the Qin family, and upon returning, brought back such an item; could it be the unfortunate Prince Zhao?

Prince Zhao sneezed twice, cursing the infuriatingly cold weather!

Qin Liuxi picked up the tea on the table and downed a gulp, saying, "National Master old thief."

"Oh." Feng Xiu remarked surprisedly, "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t rush to go? How come you captured him and brought him back; did you go personally? No disturbance caused?"

Qin Liuxi replied, "Don’t worry, there’s still a National Master in the palace."

The person squirming on the ground began to struggle more violently upon hearing this, letting out muffled cries.

Qin Liuxi kicked them, and they couldn’t even grunt as they laid still.

Feng Xiu: Kind of pathetic!

Only then did Qin Liuxi untie the sack and keep it, appearing like she intended to reuse it.

Who knows who the next unlucky person will be?

Feng Xiu looked at the National Master, seeing his face bruised and swollen, a clump of his beard plucked out, with silver hair disheveled like a chicken coop, no longer bearing the otherworldly aura of a National Master, resembling a lunatic old man.

"Why did you suddenly decide to go?" Feng Xiu was still curious about Qin Liuxi’s motive.

Qin Liuxi coldly replied, "He was targeting Cancan."

Feng Xiu was taken aback, and then his face darkened, saying, "He knows about Little Ginseng’s existence?"

"Indeed, haven’t you noticed the influx of Wandering Ghosts in the city lately, all in search of Cancan?" Qin Liuxi glared at the National Master, saying, "He’s somewhat capable, having calculated that Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures appeared in the city."

Feng Xiu was at a loss for words, suggesting, "Should Little Shen return to the Daoist Temple to avoid the spotlight?"

"No need, now that we have captured him." Qin Liuxi said to Feng Xiu, "Use your demonic power to form a domain space, and question him."

Without hesitation, Feng Xiu began casting a spell. He didn’t ask why, knowing the use of such a domain space implied avoidance of external attention, preventing the National Master’s escape.

With the Demon Art cast, though it was the same room, invisibly, the Void seemed to twist and change, and the scene transformed.

In a desolate icy world, Qin Liuxi awakened the Supreme National Master. As he opened his eyes, he jumped up, only to be painfully stimulated by the ache all over his body, hissing through his teeth, glaring at Qin Liuxi: "Who are you? What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

He surveyed the place, vast and endless — where was this? How did he end up here?

"Supreme, who’s the Evil God statue you worshipped at Longevity Palace?" Qin Liuxi coldly asked.

Supreme National Master shouted angrily, "Presumptuous! The Honorable God is the supreme of all gods, not an evil god!"

He attempted to cast a spell to attack Qin Liuxi, but as he moved, a red light flashed in Feng Xiu’s transformed eyes.

Supreme National Master suddenly felt a pain in his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staring dazedly at his hands, feeling them smoking and heating up, then suddenly —

A layer of flames ignited on his hands, which pained him into a piercing scream, instantly dunking his burning hands into the snow without further thought.

But the snow didn’t extinguish the flames; instead, they burned even more voraciously.

Like a madman, the Supreme National Master shrieked frantically, continuously plunging his hands into the snow.

Qin Liuxi glanced at Feng Xiu, wondering if this was a joke?

Feng Xiu was smug, boasting, "Am I powerful or not? Three years of seclusion, you weren’t the only one working hard; I can transform demonic power into fire!"