After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

On a dark and windy night, Lingzhou City was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.

What many ordinary people didn't realize was that a fierce chase was unfolding on the rooftops.

The Poison Demon is a villain who has been wanted for a long time. Unfortunately, his origins are a mystery, and he is skilled in using poison. Many disciples who tried to capture him died from his strange poisons.

Unfortunately, we ran into a tough opponent today.

The Poison Demon turned around and saw a white-clad man as light as snow, his toes skimming over the tiles, his robes fluttering like flowing clouds. He held a white jade flute and his gaze was fixed on the black figure in front of him.

The clear, melodious sound of the flute broke through the night, initially like a gentle spring, but in an instant it solidified into a deadly blade.

The Poison Demon frantically flung several green-glowing poison needles backward, only to have them shattered into dust by the shockwave created by the flute music.

However, he himself was completely unaffected.

The black-clad figure's clothes were torn to shreds by the blade, revealing his bruised and purple skin. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

A grotesque, twisted scar ran from his brow to his jaw, covering half of his face. His lips were bluish-black, and his hair was a mess.

"Hey! You little brat, tonight I'll show you what's what!"

The Poison Demon turned around, just dodging an attack, when the tiles beside him were instantly shattered into pieces, falling onto the street with a dull, crisp sound.

But then the man activated his inner strength, and a layer of dark green poisonous gas instantly rose from his bluish-brown palm. His five fingers were like hooks, and a foul-smelling force lashed out straight at Song Hengxue's face.

Song Hengxue remained calm and composed, her figure drifting three feet to the side like a flowing cloud. The flute music continued, but a cold, sharp edge was added at the turning point, and the air waves were like blades, causing the Poison Demon's clothes to flutter.

His wide sleeves hung down, a jade flute rested on his lips, and he still possessed that gentle demeanor, but the voice he spoke carried a chilling edge, like shattered ice: "You have committed evil deeds in the martial world for decades; today it is time to settle accounts with you."

The Poison Demon, shaken by the flute's melody, chuckled maliciously. His palm surged with corpse energy, corroding several charred holes in the roof tiles: "Little brat, your flute playing is beautiful, but can it withstand my Bone-Corroding Palm?"

He ducked low, leaped up like a cat, and his palm strike aimed straight at the lower body of the person in front of him, turning rubble into dust wherever it passed.

Song Hengxue's brows furrowed slightly, and the flute music suddenly rose to a high pitch, like tearing silk and piercing the clouds. A solid sound wave crashed into the Poison Demon's heart. The Poison Demon groaned and staggered back several steps. The corpse energy condensed in his palm was mostly dispersed by the sound wave.

He was filled with shock and rage. He pulled out a small ebony bottle from his pocket, poured out a handful of poisonous sand that gleamed with an eerie light, and threw it into the night sky.

The sand grains exploded in the air, releasing a cloud of white smoke. Song Hengxue neither dodged nor avoided it. With a light flick of her wide sleeves, she created a soft yet powerful wall of air, blocking all the smoke from her body.

As the smoke cleared, the figure of the man in black was no longer in sight. Then, as if sensing something, he looked straight in one direction. There was a four-story pavilion, brightly lit. That was... the direction of the world's rarest treasures.

Song Hengxue glanced at the group of people who were about to arrive behind her, then lightly stepped forward, her figure flying towards the pavilion like a flowing cloud.

Su Ning had already put her veil back on and descended from the fourth floor as if no one was there. It was unclear whether Si Xiaoyun was truly arrogant or if this was the rule of Ten Miles Hanging Bell.

The area between the third and fourth floors is already remote, and no one is allowed to enter the fourth floor without permission, which means that the guards of all the rare treasures in the world are on the first and second floors.

So no one knew that blood had flowed like a river upstairs.

Su Ning had just reached Lou Xianyue's private room and was about to knock when the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Lou Xianyue stood inside, holding a nanmu box in one hand. As soon as she saw the person in front of her, she froze on the spot.

Su Ning paused slightly, a faint look of surprise appearing in her eyes, and quietly met his gaze.

"Young Master Lou... are you heading out?"

Su Ning's gaze fell on the box in the other person's hand. Seeing that the other person remained silent for a long time, she spoke first.

Lou Xianyue then realized what was happening, her fingertips lightly twirling the suitcase as she looked down at the woman before her. "I was about to leave, but the person I wanted to see has already come to me."

Su Ning looked up at him in surprise, "Does Young Master Lou wish to see me?"

Lou Xianyue's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she shifted her gaze elsewhere. "Miss Su, don't you think it's a bit strange for us to be talking at the door?"

"I'm new here, and all these so-called rare delicacies sound wonderful, but they're really just the same old things. I'm quite hungry, so how about Miss Su introduce me to some of the finer things in Lingzhou?"

"Young master, don't you know yet?"

"Know what?" Lou Xianyue asked, somewhat puzzled.

"There are currently villains listed on the wanted posters in Lingzhou City. Xixi and Zijin have just gone out to capture them."

"Oh?" Lou Xianyue's lips curled into a smile. "Then I'll have to go out even more. These thieves are rarely seen in Dongjian; they mostly dare not venture into prosperous and bustling areas."

"I never expected that this person would dare to cause trouble in Lingzhou City on the eve of the martial arts tournament."

"If we happen to run into them, we'll show them the power of the Lou family."

Seeing Lou Xianyue's eager expression, Su Ning couldn't help but advise, "I've heard this person is very powerful. Young Master Lou, you should stay here."

Lou Xianyue naturally noticed the worry in Su Ning's eyes and said in a low voice, "Miss Su need not worry. Since I dare to go out, I will naturally ensure your safety."

"Isn't the girl worried about her friend's situation?"

Although Lou Xianyue looked down on those people, it didn't stop him from using them.

Su Ning hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, then Young Master Lou, please come downstairs with me."

Kong Qing, who was inside the room, wanted to follow, but was met with a fierce glare from the other person. He couldn't help but worry about the other's safety: "But Young Master… your safety…"

But before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed shut.

Upstairs, the Poison Demon had just climbed through the window when he saw the woman in red bound tightly in the air by the surrounding gauze curtains. Blood dripped from her heart, but made no sound; it simply seeped into the thick blanket on the floor.

"Si Xiaoyun, how could you die?"

The demon was nearly driven mad, staring intently at the woman's wide-open eyes, wide with terror, as she died.

"You're the one who's ruined me! How could you die?!"

The Ten Miles of Bells is neither a righteous sect nor a demonic sect, but as the number one intelligence agency in the martial arts world, no one dares to offend it.

The Poison Demon has been able to escape capture over the years thanks in no small part to the tipster's warnings, but of course, this always comes at a price.

He would deliver each newly concocted poison to the other party immediately.

Si Xiaoyun was a regular customer of his. She was ruthless and extremely jealous, and could never stand seeing a woman prettier than her.

Even the maids around him were chosen from those with ordinary appearances.

However, her official status was not noble, so how could a real noblewoman take a courtesan like her seriously?

However, in order to gain a good reputation, she has been getting those disfiguring poisons from him over the years. These colorless and odorless substances are perfect for a woman like her who does dirty work in secret.

Everyone knows that Lingzhou City is bustling with activity these days, with countless heroes from the martial arts world flocking here to attend the Sword Forging Manor and participate in the martial arts tournament.

But Si Xiaoyun insisted that he come here tonight to do evil, saying that as long as she achieved her goal tonight, she would protect his safety.

Afterwards, he was promised a thousand-year-old poisonous plant.

The Poison Demon naturally couldn't refuse, but he never expected that Si Xiaoyun would die before him.

He no longer cared who killed Si Xiaoyun; it was none of his business. He shifted his gaze to the window outside, knowing that the boy from Hundred Flowers Valley would catch up soon.

The Poison Demon had intended to seek the protection of the Ten Mile Hanging Bell, but he did not expect to see this scene upon entering. He placed his right hand in a claw shape on Si Xiaoyun's forehead, only to see that the woman who had just died was surrounded by black energy that kept flowing into the Poison Demon's hand.

"Since you are dead, I will gladly accept this corpse energy."