"Fine." The Enchanting Butterfly sneered coldly.

At this moment, two people squeezed through the door; they looked almost identical, known as the Huang brothers. Their martial arts skills were only at the eighth rank, but because they were twins, they often succeeded in assassinations and held middle-level positions in the Lifeng Pavilion branch.

"I was wondering who it was, turns out to be you two old dogs." The Enchanting Butterfly spat playfully and said, "Speak, what do you want from me?"

"Madame Butterfly, Incense Master Zhao reports that you need to serve that Min Qianhu later."

Huang the elder never took his eyes off the Enchanting Butterfly. For a gentleman, a graceful lady is desirable. Often considering himself a gentleman, the elder was deeply infatuated with Madame Butterfly, liking her to an obsessive degree.

Huang the younger was different; he liked his elder brother.

Within the ranks of assassins, there are always many strange people,

their personalities are just as peculiar.

There are two kinds of assassins in the world: those who almost completely suppress their humanity, becoming absolutely loyal machines, and those who exhaust all their humanity, releasing their desires. In the Lifeng Pavilion, the latter is more common.

The Enchanting Butterfly said, "It seems the plan has changed, so I'll first deal with that Immortal Yin, then go extract from Min Qianhu."

The Huang brothers nodded repeatedly. Huang the elder rubbed his hands together and probed, "Madame Butterfly, you promised me before, when can we have a turn?"

"Look at your silly face, we'll discuss it next time."

The Enchanting Butterfly snorted, turned and left without looking back.

Before leaving, she put on a thick coat, blocking Huang the elder's view.

After Madame Butterfly left, Huang the elder excitedly asked, "Brother, did Madame Butterfly agree to me?"

Huang the younger said with a face full of helplessness, "Elder brother, I agree with you, why not be with me instead?"

"To hell with you! You damn thing."

"Damn elder brother, you're scolding me!"

Apart from the argument of the Huang brothers, there was the faint sound of dogs barking in the hallway. The Enchanting Butterfly glanced casually and saw it was a pitch-black guard dog.

.........

A faint fragrance, the scent of rose dew, spread through the inner chamber.

Crimson curtains, embroidered tapestries, jade and silk clothes, wine cups filled with fine liquor, shadows of beautiful women flickering under the lamp.

"Why are there only nine here?"

Yin Weiyin sat at the head of the table, with women of various postures at his feet, some coquettish, some demure. The red candles flickered, their exposed voluptuous whiteness adorned with pearl chains, hair ornaments swaying, evoking one's imagination…

Yet contrastingly, the female crown remained pure and untainted,

like a white-clothed bodhisattva standing among crimson skeletons.

Soon after the words of the female crown fell, the door was gently pushed open, accompanied by the cheerful giggles of a woman.

"Is Immortal Yin looking for me?"

The Enchanting Butterfly flaunted herself gracefully.

Yin Weiyin held a tea cup, gesturing with his hand, "Please sit."

The Enchanting Butterfly did not sit down but plopped herself onto the tea table, leaning forward with her pretty head, "Immortal Yin didn't come here just for fun, did you?"

"I'm just here to ask you a few things."

"Ask a prostitute questions? Do you want to preach to us about turning back to the right path?"

The Enchanting Butterfly's teasing words sparked a burst of laughter.

The Enchanting Butterfly wiped the corner of her eye and said, "Ask away, maybe we'll answer."

Yin Weiyin remained motionless and directly asked, "What do you often eat?"

The Enchanting Butterfly did not understand but still replied, "Pork kidney soup, lamb tripe noodle soup, grilled beef and lamb."

"Why eat these?"

"To strengthen the waist. Men use their waist, and women need to as well…"

The Enchanting Butterfly smiled, leaning even closer, her breath fragrant and words seductive:

"Does Immortal Yin have anything else to ask? How about asking in bed?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a trace of bewilderment flitted across Yin Weiyin's eyes, as if his soul had been lost.

Clatter.

The tea spilled all over the floor.

Seeing her illusion technique succeed, the Enchanting Butterfly flipped off the table, pulled out a used exotic incense from her bosom, and casually tossed it away.

A prostitute came over to flatter her, "Elder Sister Butterfly's illusion technique is truly powerful, it ensnared her in an instant."

The Enchanting Butterfly tidied her clothes and replied, "Damn Taichua Goddess, just some b*tch in a Taoist robe, preaching about turning back to the right path. I wonder where they were when we were drinking pork kidney soup.

I'll leave this place to you, I have to hurry to extract from that Qianhu."

With that, the Enchanting Butterfly shook her hair and leisurely walked toward the door.

Suddenly…

Dizziness enveloped her.

Something surged in her mind, forcefully, and there was a slight heat in her nasal cavity.

Her vision wavered, blurred, and hot blood flowed from her nose.

The Enchanting Butterfly pressed her head trying to see clearly, the remnant shadows gradually sketching out the snow-white Taoist robe.

Her beautiful eyes widened, ears catching a mocking laugh:

"You want to play illusion technique with me?"

As the voice fell, Yin Weiyin's face became clear before the Enchanting Butterfly, her demeanor pure and vibrant, as if coming through the clouds, her figure ethereal, shimmering with mystical light.

Like meeting a True Immortal from the heavens.

The Enchanting Butterfly was already bleeding from her seven orifices, her knees involuntarily bending, collapsing onto the ground.

A soft hand caressed her head.

The Immortal stroked my top,

bestowing longevity through marriage.

The Enchanting Butterfly was nearly fainted, this killer of many, clasped her hands quietly, uttering a phrase:

"Blessings... Infinite Heavenly Venerable... Incredible... Merit."

Yin Weiyin raised her hand high.

Slap!

What responded to the Enchanting Butterfly was a crisp smack.

She lifted this assassin by the head like a pig slaughtered, speaking word by word:

"He is my cauldron,

you are not fit to extract from him."

.........

Having exhibited the grace of an immortal, Yin Weiyin looked back at the inner chamber.

The ten or so prostitutes lay scattered there, each in their illusion, not having seen anything beforehand.

While divining, Yin Weiyin casually searched the Enchanting Butterfly over, apart from those bewildering exotic fragrances, her concealed flying knives, and finally found a token.

"A token from Xique Pavilion?" Yin Weiyin frowned slightly, "Why is there a Xique Pavilion token here?"

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