He looked around, recalling how Yin Weiyin had appeared earlier in the guise of the Enchanting Butterfly. A spark of light flickered in his eyes.

As if connected by some invisible thread, Yin Weiyin keenly noticed Chen Yi's unusual movements.

Chen Yi asked, "How did you appear in that form, and how did you get here?"

As soon as he asked, Yin Weiyin caught a hint of his intentions.

Lu Ying, on the other hand, was utterly clueless, but seeing Chen Yi seemingly orchestrating something, she couldn't help but ask:

"Are you planning something?"

Chen Yi said slowly, "Do you remember I mentioned… we should return safely first, then take the chance to act?"

How could Lu Ying forget? She nodded.

"Well, plans have changed…"

Chen Yi stretched lazily,

"Today, I'm in a good mood. No time like the present."

......…

Assassins are not always on guard.

To live by the sword, staking their lives in a deadly profession—stories depict assassins as fearless, as though they've never even learned the word "safety."

But the opposite is true—assassins are the ones who crave safety the most.

The more blades they've dodged in the shadows, the more they seek out places without blades, indulging in reckless pleasures to vent their unease.

Boss Huang dragged his brother around a corner, his excitement palpable as he said:

"The beauty I found... I never realized how stunning she truly was. And don't worry, I won't hog her all to myself. You'll get a taste tonight."

"Boss, I have no interest in women," his brother replied.

"Exactly because you're not interested, I need to fix you!" Boss Huang raised his voice. "Stop thinking about me all the time—I can't even sleep on my side because of you!"

Huang's younger brother chuckled but followed along obediently. Even though it didn't appeal to him, he didn't want to ruin his brother's excitement.

The two skulked around several corners. Finally, Boss Huang slipped into a chamber, pushed open the door, and tiptoed inside. He whispered, "I'll wake her up. Don't make a sound."

The night was pitch-black, dark enough to obscure even an outstretched hand. Despite his sharp night vision, the younger brother scanned left and right but saw no trace of a beauty.

Standing by the door, he patiently waited for quite some time.

Remembering his brother's instructions, he stayed silent.

The night was eerily quiet until some slight noises came from the bed. Only then did he look up.

"Boss, where's your beauty?" the younger Huang asked, frowning in confusion.

"Right here, tender as water, with a slender waist soft as silk…"

Boss Huang slowly lifted the curtain and lit a candle with one hand.

The faint light of the candle illuminated the room, and the younger Huang glanced around—then froze in place.

A big, drooling black dog panted gleefully, looking up at the two men as if it had just received the greatest honor.

"Woof…"

Boss Huang shamelessly licked the dog's face and said, "Come, let's enjoy it together as brothers."

Huang's younger brother opened his mouth, stunned. After a long moment, he finally said:

"Boss, you're fucking insane! You're about to screw a dog! Your tastes are even more twisted than mine!"

Boss Huang paused, taken aback. His younger brother had never lied to him. Squinting, he reached out to confirm—and upon closer inspection,

What dog?!

It was clearly a stunning dark-skinned beauty with delicate features!

Enraged, he yelled, "You conniving bastard! Trying to ruin my good time! You're the one screwing dogs!"

"Woof…"

"Don't be scared, my beauty. Don't let this scoundrel upset you."

As Boss Huang tried to console the "beauty," silence suddenly fell behind him.

Confused, he turned toward the unusual stillness, hearing nothing but soft footsteps and the muffled thud of something round hitting the floor.

"What, mad just because I scolded you? …Ack!"

Boss Huang had only just turned his head when a flash of cold steel pierced through his throat. His body convulsed violently, blood spurting out. He tried to retaliate, but his head was already severed, rolling to the ground where he saw his own headless corpse.

Through the haze of blood and splattered illusion, he finally glimpsed the slender black dog leaping out of his embrace and bolting away.

The younger Huang wasn't lying…

He had nearly—no, he almost DID screw a dog…

These were his final thoughts before he succumbed to death.

Two round, rolling severed heads hit the floor, their lifeless eyes wide with disbelief. The Huang brothers perished just like that—in the Qingfeng Inn, the very place they believed to be the safest.

Chen Yi casually shook his sword, the blood scattering with a faint buzz. With a single bound, he leaped onto the beams above, his clothing still splattered with droplets of blood.

Earlier, he had hesitated to act on his return, unfamiliar with the inner workings of the Qingfeng Inn and concerned for Lu Ying's safety.

But things had changed now.

Yin Weiyin had subdued the Enchanting Butterfly using an Illusion Technique. Under the cover of her illusions, Chen Yi had stealthily infiltrated and performed a Soul Search on the Enchanting Butterfly.

The Enchanting Butterfly, Zhao Yan's adopted daughter and the second-in-command of the Qingfeng Inn, held vital knowledge—the entire layout of the inn was mapped meticulously in her mind.

Sixteen secret passageways, thirty-seven traps of various sizes, who were merely servants, and who among them were assassins—Enchanted Butterfly knew them all in great detail.

From her memories, Chen Yi discovered one crucial fact: being so far-removed from the Great Yu's headquarters, this branch of the inn had no Arrays designed to obstruct Taoist Skills.

Meanwhile, Yin Weiyin had escorted Lu Ying to the banquet hosted by the Daoist group.

All of this meant one thing—he could begin the slaughter.

The Qingfeng Inn had three floors. Its grand hall was brightly illuminated, with the opera troupe performing on stage. Yet the audience below was empty, as the Daoists had reserved the place for themselves tonight. Opera, no matter the presence of an audience, must be performed to completion once it begins.

The show was *Sword Records*, and it had reached the scene of Lin Chong's nocturnal flight.

"With heart set on joining Liangshan, I leave behind the imperial court. Fleeing in haste, with no time for loyalty or filial piety."

The leading performer turned, facing the window dramatically with their sword in hand,

The night was as dark as a blade sheathed in shadow!

A sliver of moonlight outside the window gleamed, like the chilling glint of a sword freshly unsheathed.

The performer paused slightly before continuing:

"A long and chilly night, a long and chilly night, seek no lodging where the door is barred."

Knock, knock…

"Who's there?"

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