76. Who’s the Professional?
It was late at night.
After bidding the girls farewell, Gong Yiling and Yan Chuyue, under the cover of darkness, snuck to the night-time transport station and boarded a black hawk, only available at night.
Compared to the cranes, the black hawks were faster and more stealthy at night.
—Why would the academy provide such a convenient tool for mischief? Perhaps it was to provide cover for the Yin family’s nefarious activities.
So, things that seemed unreasonable were often just a matter of perspective.
Of course, with the black hawk’s speed, they arrived at their destination quickly.
The location of the disciples from Shangxi Daoist Mountain, the sect to which her puppet belonged.
By the time they arrived, it was well past midnight. The dormitory was dark, with only a few lights on the main path.
Gong Yiling, with the “I’m a Big Fool” note still on her forehead, began to communicate with her puppet.
Soon, the puppet responded.
“Second floor, third room from the left after the east staircase.”
Miss Gong then beckoned to Yan Chuyue and crouched down.
“What are you doing?” Yan Chuyue couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous note on her forehead.
Although she was the one who put it there, it was hilarious. And he deserved it for saying such things about her.
So, for the entire day, Gong Yiling had walked around with this note on her forehead. Don’t ask why. She deserved it.
Or rather, she had no choice.
Every passerby couldn’t help but snicker.
Well.
Although her image was ruined, at least she was using a fake identity. And with the veil, no one knew who she was, right?
“Of course I’m carrying you. How else are we supposed to get there?” Gong Yiling muttered.
“This is the starting point of the Yin family’s Gu poison distribution. They must have a lot of things hidden here. And since they were just poisoned, there must be people patrolling nearby.”
Yan Chuyue shrugged.
This was probably Gong Yiling’s most brilliant move of the day.
However, the “scoring expert” just smiled, and without even declining, jumped out from the bushes and walked openly onto the main path.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
She couldn’t be stopped!
“Chuyue, Chuyue!” Gong Yiling called out softly, but the other woman just kept walking.
Helplessly, Gong Yiling, still with the “Big Fool” note on her forehead, followed.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see us?” Gong Yiling whispered in her ear. “If we’re discovered, won’t we alert them?”
“You only live on the first level.” Yan Chuyue turned and smiled. “I bet they don’t have any sentries.”
“Why do you say that?”
“If the Yin family has been infiltrating this place for a long time, they would know the layout. And their people are probably already mixed in with the night patrol.”
“Because of what happened ten years ago, the night patrol is most concerned about demonic techniques. If you tried to climb the wall from behind using demonic arts, you would likely attract their attention.”
“But if we walk through the main entrance…”
Yan Chuyue put on her ugly mask, turned to Gong Yiling, and smiled. “As long as we’re inconspicuous, they won’t notice us.”
“That’s true…” Gong Yiling couldn’t help but nod. “Wen Qiyin wouldn’t expect us to walk through the main entrance so openly.”
In this game of schemes, the most direct and simple method often proved to be the most effective.
They walked to the dormitory, and with the puppet’s guidance, arrived at the room on the left.
Yan Chuyue skillfully picked the lock, surprising Gong Yiling.
Did modern mercenaries know so much about ancient locks? She thought only her younger sister was interested in such things.
“Come in.”
Before Gong Yiling could say anything, Yan Chuyue pulled her into the room and, reaching under her veil, popped a pill into her mouth.
The room was clean, clearly a female disciple’s room.
The person on the bed, thinking it was her classmate, just turned over and mumbled, “Feiyao, is that you?”
But she would never have the chance to confirm who it was.
Because the knockout incense in Yan Chuyue’s hand had already taken effect.
“Well done.” Miss Gong nudged her shoulder. “You’ve done a lot of this kind of thing, haven’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Yan Chuyue rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t have these skills, I would have been killed by those guys at the Yan Estate a long time ago.”
“But you, sneaking through windows instead of using the main door. You’ve visited a lot of girls, haven’t you?”
Gong Yiling immediately put on a righteous expression. “I must object! No, I must seriously correct you. Although I’m from a demonic sect, I’ve never done anything like stealing or killing. I’m not good at it.”
“Hmph.” Yan Chuyue patted her shoulder, smiling. “Now you’re willing to admit you’re from a demonic sect?”
“You never asked me. How could I admit it?” Gong Yiling shrugged, then leaned in mysteriously and whispered, “Then guess, where am I from?”
“First, rule out the Myriad Demons Palace. You’re not so boring as to attack your own people.”
“Mmm, and then?”
“And then what?”
Yan Chuyue pushed Gong Yiling towards the wall. “I don’t know how long this knockout incense will last. Stop fooling around and get to work.”
Miss Gong, being pushed around, didn’t idle. “I thought you were going to keep guessing.”
“If you want to keep me in suspense, then fine. I don’t care.” Yan Chuyue muttered to herself—I already know who you are. What’s there to guess?
Of course, Gong Yiling was oblivious to her thoughts. As they were talking, the puppet had already broken through the wall from the next room.
