Chapter 111: Zeng Liuli Meets With Mao Caiwei
Wang Li slipped into her room, the air still heavy with the scent of sandalwood incense. Qingwu lay nestled in the silken sheets, her face serene in slumber. He knelt beside the bed, his gaze lingering on the gentle rise and fall of her chest. There was a captivating calmness about her, a stark contrast to the wild passion that consumed him during his stolen moments with Xiangyi.
A faint smile touched Qingwu’s lips as her eyes fluttered open. They met his, a spark of recognition igniting within them. Without a word, she reached out for him, her touch a silent invitation.
Their coupling that morning was a slow, sensual dance. He explored her body with a reverence that bordered on worship, savoring the elegant lines of her form, the smooth texture of her skin. Her moans were a symphony, a melody that resonated deep within his soul. His touch, a blend of tenderness and possessiveness, brought her to peak after exquisite peak, leaving her breathless and trembling in his arms.
As the morning wore on, the embers of their passion faded, replaced by a comforting warmth. They lay entangled, their bodies intertwined but their minds far from idle. This was more than just a physical union; it was a strategic alliance, a partnership fueled by a shared desire for dominance.
“Qingwu,” Wang Li murmured, his voice husky with post-coital bliss. “There’s a task I need you to undertake.”
Qingwu, her eyes sparkling with contentment, turned to face him. “Anything, Li,” she breathed, her voice laced with devotion. “Tell me what you need.”
He outlined his plan, his voice low and measured. “Mao Caiwei,” he began, referring to Qingwu’s junior sister who resided in the prestigious Jade Lotus Palace as the outer sect disciple, “needs to be contacted.”
Intrigue flickered in Qingwu’s eyes. “Mao Caiwei? But why?”
“Her connections within the Azure Peak Sect,” Wang Li explained, “are invaluable. Specifically, I need access to certain cultivators – those who accompanied Ye Fan on his recent attack against the White Bone Sect.”
“The assault on the demonic sect?” Qingwu questioned, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Precisely,” Wang Li confirmed. “These cultivators, these former cultivators of the Stone Mountain Sect, have my Vision Recording Stones.”
Vision Recording Stones were marvels of engineering, capable of capturing a cultivator’s movements and actions with astonishing clarity. They were often used as training tools or to document important events.
“You think these recordings might hold something… incriminating about Ye Fan?” Qingwu inquired, her voice sharp with dawning realization.
“That’s the hope,” Wang Li replied, a predatory glint in his eyes. “If we can find any evidence of misconduct, any act that contradicts his supposed heroism, we can use it to turn the tide of public opinion against him.”
A humorless smile played on Qingwu’s lips. “An excellent strategy, Li,” she purred. “Mao Caiwei will discreetly approach these former Stone Mountain Sect members. Their hatred for Ye Fan, coupled with a promise of anonymity, might be enough to convince them to part with their Vision Recording Stones.”
A satisfied smirk played on Wang Li’s lips. His plan, meticulously crafted, was taking shape. He was confident that Qingwu could secure these Stones. And once they were in his possession, he would scrutinize them with the meticulous eye of a seasoned manipulator. Every detail, every flicker of Ye Fan’s eyes, would be dissected, analyzed, and used to paint a picture that would shatter the hero’s image.
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A wave of anticipation coursed through Mao Caiwei as she received the communication talisman from her esteemed senior sister, Xia Qingwu. The message was brief and to the point: travel to the Azure Peak Sect and discreetly acquire the Vision Recording Stones entrusted to the former Stone Mountain Sect disciples.
Without delay, Mao Caiwei, accompanied by her senior sister Liu Xue, a Core Disciple of the Jade Lotus Palace, mounted their Flying Swords and soared towards the Azure Peak Sect’s territory. The journey was swift, the wind whipping through their hair as they navigated the cloud-strewn expanse.
Upon arrival, Mao Caiwei sought out her former comrades, women with whom she had once shared laughter and training sessions within the hallowed halls of the Stone Mountain Sect. Awkward silences and strained smiles punctuated their reunion. The destruction of their sect remained a raw wound, a constant reminder of their displacement and loss.
“Sisters,” Mao Caiwei began, her voice filled with practiced diplomacy, “I come bearing a request – a request from the esteemed Xia Qingwu, Acting Matriarch of the Xia Family.”
A collective murmur rippled through the group. The Xia Family, a powerful force in the region, was not a name to be taken lightly.
“Senior Sister Qingwu wishes to know…” Mao Caiwei hesitated, her gaze flickering to Liu Xue, who offered a silent nod. “About the Vision Recording Stones.”
A collective murmur rippled through the group. The women exchanged nervous glances, their faces etched with a mixture of apprehension and defiance.
Zeng Liuli, however, stepped forward, a defiant glint in her eyes. “The Vision Recording Stone I possess,” she declared, her voice ringing with a newfound resolve, “contains something quite…incriminating regarding Ye Fan.”
Mao Caiwei’s heart lurched. This wasn’t part of the plan. A stolen glance at Liu Xue revealed an unreadable expression on the senior sister’s face.
“Incriminating?” Mao Caiwei stammered, a sense of foreboding washing over her. “What do you mean?”
Zeng Liuli’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Let’s just say it paints a picture of Ye Fan that would shatter his so-called heroic facade,” she hissed, her voice laced with barely concealed hatred. “I demand its release! The world must know the truth about this monster!”
Mao Caiwei was both shocked and strangely excited. This was a bombshell, an opportunity to dismantle Ye Fan’s reputation with a single, damning piece of evidence. But a voice of reason, in the form of Liu Xue, piped up.
“Sister Zeng,” Liu Xue interjected, her voice calm and measured, “releasing the recordings directly could backfire. Ye Fan will trace it back to you, no doubt, and his wrath will be swift and merciless.”
Zeng Liuli’s face hardened. “I am prepared for that,” she declared, her voice laced with a desperate defiance. “My revenge against Ye Fan is more important than my own safety!”
A heavy silence descended upon the group. The weight of Zeng Liuli’s words hung thick in the air. The other women, their faces drawn with a mix of fear and determination, seemed to nod silently in agreement.
Liu Xue, however, wasn’t finished. “There is a place,” she stated, her voice breaking the silence, “where you and your sisters can be safe from Ye Fan’s retribution. Even from his long reach.”
Zeng Liuli’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What place?” she demanded, skepticism etched on her beautiful face.
Liu Xue met her gaze without flinching. “The Xia Family Manor,” she declared. “It is the only place that can offer you the protection you desperately need.”
A spark of understanding flickered in Mao Caiwei’s eyes. This was a clever move on Liu Xue’s part. The Xia Family, with their growing influence, could indeed offer these women a sanctuary. But a flicker of doubt lingered in her mind. Would the Xia Family be willing to shoulder the burden of protecting so many women, potential targets of Ye Fan’s fury?
Liu Xue, as if sensing her unease, reached out and patted Mao Caiwei’s head with a reassuring smile. “Trust me,” she murmured, her voice carrying an undercurrent of confidence. “Everything will be taken care of.”
Turning back to Zeng Liuli and the other women, Liu Xue extended a welcoming hand. “Come with me to the Xia family’s Manor.”
A tense silence hung in the air as Zeng Liuli stared at Liu Xue’s outstretched hand. The weight of her decision pressed upon her. Could she truly trust these women, these emissaries from a family she had always held at arm’s length? The allure of revenge against Ye Fan was potent, a burning ember within her. But the thought of placing herself at the mercy of another power was unsettling.
“The Xia Family,” Zeng Liuli finally spoke, her voice laced with doubt. “While I appreciate the offer, can you truly guarantee our safety? Ye Fan’s influence is vast, his power undeniable.”
Liu Xue’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “We understand your apprehension, Sister Zeng,” she reassured, her voice calm and steady. “Ye Fan is a formidable opponent, but the Xia Family is no pushover. Their resources and political clout are considerable. They have every reason to oppose Ye Fan’s growing power, and protecting you would serve as a powerful symbol of their defiance.”
Zeng Liuli narrowed her eyes. There was more to it than just a simplistic desire for righteousness, she knew. But the possibility of genuine sanctuary outweighed her remaining doubts. If the Xia Family could offer them a safe haven from Ye Fan’s wrath, it was a gamble she was willing to take.
“Very well,” Zeng Liuli finally conceded, her voice resolute, “I accept your offer. But my sisters…”
Glancing at the women gathered around her, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and determination, Zeng Liuli added, “Can you guarantee their safety as well?”
Liu Xue’s smile widened. This was precisely the reaction she had anticipated. “Absolutely,” she assured them. “The Xia Family extends their protection to all of you. They understand the plight of the oppressed, and they will defend you with the full might of their resources.”
A wave of relief washed over the group. The prospect of facing Ye Fan’s retribution alone had chilled them to the bone. But with the Xia Family’s backing, a sliver of hope bloomed in their hearts.
Seeing the shift in their demeanor, Liu Xue wasted no time. “Then let’s depart,” she declared, offering a hand to Zeng Liuli. “We have much to arrange at the Xia Family Manor.”
