novelapdf Chapter 129 Declaration of War
Chapter 129 Declaration of War
Chapter 129 Declaration of War
The sheer curtains were gently lowered by Luo Huanhuan.
As soon as Li Qingyi reached the bedside, before she could even speak, her wrist was grabbed by a small hand.
He was slightly taken aback before Luo Huanhuan pulled him onto the bed.
"What are you doing?"
Luo Huanhuan raised her head, her eyes alluring, "Didn't the poster say—that Huanhuan would kneel enough to be satisfied?"
Li Qingyi's breath hitched, and she felt a burning sensation in her heart.
The occasional rustling of a breeze through the flower branches outside the window is now barely audible.
Outside, the sunlight shifted quietly.
Dusk was falling.
Li Qingyi pushed open the door, and the night breeze rushed in, dispelling the lingering heat from her body.
He took a deep breath, feeling refreshed. Before leaving, he paused slightly and turned back to look at the bed.
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Luo Huanhuan fell asleep from exhaustion. Her side-lying position accentuated her perfect figure, her long black hair was spread out on the pillow, and the lingering blush on her cheeks made her look especially charming in the dim light.
Perhaps she was dreaming about something, for she let out a soft moan, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a small portion of her smooth shoulder.
Li Qingyi's heart stirred. With a flick of her wrist, she gently used her magic to lift the brocade quilt that had slipped off the foot of the bed, covering her body completely, leaving only her sleeping face exposed.
After doing all this, he quietly closed the door and his figure disappeared into the deepening night.
Under the cover of night, Li Qingyi rode the wind, soaring over the mountains and fields, and past the rooftops and eaves of Xuan Ce City. Before long, she arrived at the hidden entrance of the Ting Yu Ge branch.
We entered the underground chamber through familiar secret passages and mechanisms.
The secret room was completely transformed. The previous traces of blood had been thoroughly removed, the walls had been repainted, new animal skin carpets had been laid on the floor, and several ever-burning lamps illuminated the room.
Unfortunately, due to the heavy casualties in the past, Mu Chunfeng now sits alone behind a desk in the large secret room, staring blankly at a scroll of open intelligence.
Hearing footsteps, Mu Chunfeng suddenly looked up.
Upon seeing that it was Li Qingyi, his eyes lit up at first, then a barely perceptible hint of unease flashed across them.
He immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "Your subordinate greets the Lord."
His previous hints were a high-stakes gamble, betting on Li Qingyi's wisdom and trust.
If Li Qingyi fails to understand, or if she understands but chooses a different approach—
For example, some might think he's indecisive and unfit for important tasks. Others might think he harbors ulterior motives.
So tonight might be his death night.
Fortunately, Li Qingyi's next actions gradually calmed his anxious heart.
Li Qingyi walked to his side, leaned close to his ear, and told Mu Chunfeng the story she and Qin Xiyue had discussed.
Upon hearing this, Mu Chunfeng's tense mind first relaxed, then her pupils suddenly contracted, she took a step back, and looked at Li Qingyi with disbelief.
"The landlord—the landlord?" He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering. "Are we really going to do this? This is far too far-fetched."
The reason was simple: the message Li Qingyi had asked him to spread was far too alarming.
The involvement of several powerful forces forced Mu Chunfeng to take the matter seriously.
Li Qingyi's expression remained unchanged; she simply gazed at him calmly and nodded: "Do as I say, I have my own plans."
Mu Chunfeng stared intently into Li Qingyi's eyes, seemingly trying to find a hint of a joke, or perhaps a test of him.
Unfortunately, all he saw was a bottomless stillness.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, bowed deeply, and said, "Your subordinate obeys."
He knew that from the moment he signed the blood pact with Li Qingyi, there was no turning back.
"And one more thing," Li Qingyi's voice rang out again, adding just as he was about to turn around to make arrangements: "Spread the word that Huanzhulou, from this moment on, is officially declaring war on Zhenyanglou."
Mu Chunfeng's foot, which she had just lifted, suddenly stopped, and she froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place.
The next second, he was so shocked that he lost his footing and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
He whirled around, looking at Li Qingyi in shock: "Master? You—you're serious?"
To directly wage war against Zhenyang Tower, which has a Foundation Establishment cultivator in charge? Could it be that the Tower Master has also broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage?
Li Qingyi tilted her head slightly and said calmly, "Do I look like I'm making fun of you?"
After the initial shock, a sense of joy welled up in Mu Chunfeng's heart. The declaration of war was so direct, so forceful, and so ruthless.
This reveals a very important piece of information.
That is, this is not only a declaration of war, but also Li Qingyi's greatest recognition of Mu Chunfeng.
This was clearly a way of telling him through his actions: Chief Mu, I have received your message.
If Li Qingyi knew what Mu Chunfeng was thinking, she would probably roll her eyes and marvel at Mu Chunfeng's ability to guess what her leader was thinking.
Mu Chunfeng was about to nod when, as if remembering something, a worried look appeared on his face. He cautiously asked, "If the Lord wishes to start a war, I will gladly die for you. But is it inappropriate for us to declare war so directly?"
Zhenyang Tower has a deep foundation, and its master is even at the Foundation Establishment stage. We—”
Li Qingyi raised her hand to interrupt him, and smiled, "It's alright. I have my own way of dealing with it. You just need to spread the news as quickly and widely as possible. Don't worry about anything else."
Seeing Li Qingyi's confident demeanor, Mu Chunfeng finally left.
Li Qingyi watched him leave, stood still for a moment, and then turned and left the Tingyu Pavilion branch. He didn't return to Huanzhu Tower, but instead headed towards Luomei Residence.
With the first matter settled, the next step was to find Zhao Mengxi and ask her to help spread the news.
Without the Zhao family's deterrent power, Li Qingyi would truly fear that the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Zhenyang Tower could simply arrive in Xuan Ce City and smear his Huanzhu Tower with a single blow.
The night breeze brushed his face, and he mocked himself inwardly:
Today's been pretty busy. I just came out of my cozy retreat and now I have to go find that roast chicken.
However, to his surprise, the elegant little courtyard where Zhao Mengxi often stayed in Luomei Residence was completely empty.
The room remained unchanged, the incense wafted gently, and even her usual white jade teacup still held half a cup of spiritual tea that had long since cooled.
"She went out?" Li Qingyi raised an eyebrow. It was the middle of the night. Where could she have gone instead of resting in her own room?
Unable to find her, Li Qingyi simply sat down on the rosewood chair inside the house, intending to wait for her to return.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting clear shadows on the floor.
After sitting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Li Qingyi suddenly slapped her forehead and burst into laughter.
"I am now at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and my divine sense covers a vast area. It won't take me long to search the entire Xuan Ce City. Why should I wait here idly?"
Thinking this, he immediately calmed his mind, closed his eyes slightly, and used his powerful spiritual sense to sweep out in all directions, with Luomei Residence as the center.
He was really curious: where had Zhao Mengxi gone and what was she doing so late at night?