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Li Qiushui's strength was as indicated by the system's assessment based on that single glance.

Level 90. First-rate martial artist.

Li Qiushui's level is so high, and her strength is not bad either. I wonder what level and strength Tianshan Tonglao was at her peak.

Tong Lao completely overwhelmed Li Qiushui throughout the entire process, and even killed Li Qiushui several times in the original novel.

If Li Qiushui hadn't faked her death to escape, she probably would have been dead long ago.

Level 90 is an incredibly high level; a top-tier martial artist at level 90 is strong enough.

The chances of winning are slim right now; it seems we need to continue improving our strength.

The way she landed just now, and the oppressive aura she exuded, was far stronger than Murong Fu's.

He walked around the corridor once more, surveying the terrain of the area again.

Artificial hills, groves of trees, side halls, and winding corridors. Where are the blind spots, where can people hide, and where can one evacuate quickly?

After walking around, he stopped in the shadows and glanced back in the direction of the princess's palace.

The light was still on, and there were two blurry figures on the paper window; Li Qiushui should still be inside.

He squinted as he looked, a thought popping into his head.

Since Li Qiushui is here, the palace is probably empty.

If we manage to drug Li Qiushui and cause this BOSS to explode, what will it drop?

He has never killed a top-tier martial artist BOSS.

Murong Fu, a second-rate martial artist, lost a book called "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions," a few bottles of pills, and a human head.

Li Qiushui, a level 90 top-tier martial artist, as the behind-the-scenes master of Yipintang and the Empress of Xixia, would definitely drop much better items than Murong Fu.

He stood in the shadows, staring at the window from which the light shone, his mind racing.

If you're going to administer a drug, it needs to be colorless and odorless, since such powerful individuals are very sensitive to smells. If it has a scent, it will be detected very quickly.

The tragic breeze, colorless and odorless, when mixed into food and ingested, causes the poisoned person's internal energy to dissipate and their limbs to become weak and sore for twelve hours.

This item is exclusively used by Yipintang; Li Qiushui herself would definitely recognize it.

But once she's been tricked, it doesn't matter whether she recognizes him or not; the problem is, how do we get her to take it?

A master of Li Qiushui's caliber would certainly be cautious about her diet.

Ordinary poisoning methods are completely ineffective.

You need to find a time when she's off guard, or give her something she'll eat on her own.

Perhaps Li Qinglu could help us.

If she's going to leave, she'll definitely leave again.

The opportunity will come when she leaves again.

Wu Feng stood in the shadows and glanced at the window again.

The lights were still on, casting two blurry shadows on the window paper. Li Qiushui was talking to the princess.

He looked away and turned to walk back the way he came.

After passing through the corridor and around the artificial hill, we returned to the patrol area under the responsibility of the third team.

Zhao Yong and his men were walking over from the other end. Seeing him appear, they quickly stepped forward and lowered their voices, "Sir, you're back? That area..."

Wu Feng waved his hand: "It's alright. You guys continue your patrol."

Zhao Yong breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes."

Wu Feng didn't say anything more and continued walking forward.

Zhao Yong and his men left, and Wu Feng stood there watching their departing figures.

Watching the group walk away, Wu Feng withdrew his gaze and turned to head towards the Empress's palace.

They leaped across the rooftops, their boots barely making a sound as they landed on the tiles.

The night wind howled all around.

Find a suitable rooftop with a wide view, offering a panoramic view of the Queen's bedroom and the surrounding area.

He sat cross-legged in the shadow of the roof ridge and closed his eyes.

He began to circulate the Pure Yang Limitless Technique, and the crimson-gold vortex in his dantian slowly rotated.

The pure Yang energy began to flow along the meridians, circulating one cycle after another.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

The pale gold lettering moved steadily at the edge of the field of vision.

He circulated his inner energy while opening his eyes and scanning his surroundings.

The area below was unusually quiet, with only occasional palace maids carrying lanterns walking by quickly, their footsteps barely audible.

Several palace lanterns hung under the corridor in the distance, their light dim and yellow.

Li Qiushui has not returned yet.

He continued to practice his internal energy cultivation.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, faint footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Wu Feng looked up.

From the direction of the Empress's palace, Li Qiushui walked over from the other end of the corridor with several maids.

Her palace attire gleamed with a somber sheen under the lamplight, and she moved with unhurried steps, with the maids following behind her with their heads bowed.

She walked to the entrance of the palace, paused, and glanced around.

Wu Feng sat motionless in the shadows of the rooftop.

After achieving the ultimate perfection of "Harmony with the World," he was quite confident in concealing this distance.

Li Qiushui withdrew her gaze and pushed open the door to go inside. The maids remained outside, standing with their hands at their sides.

Wu Feng looked up at the sky.

The moon was high in the sky, and there was still some time before the shift change.

He leaped from the rooftop, landing silently, and slowly walked along the stone path.

He was already familiar with the patrol routes and knew exactly where to go fast and where to go slow.

The entire area was eerily quiet. The palace maids and eunuchs had long since retired, and even the chirping of insects was faint.

He walked through a corridor, around the artificial hill, and arrived near the princess's bedroom.

Light shone through the window, casting a blurry shadow on the paper window frame; the person was still awake.

Wu Feng glanced at it, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and turned to continue walking forward.

After completing the lap, nothing unusual was found.

He returned to the rooftop, sat down, and continued practicing his internal energy.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

True energy flows through the meridians. Time passes during cultivation.

The moon moved from overhead to the west, and the lights below went out one by one.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Empress's bedroom.

The lights went out. The entire palace was enveloped in night, with only the palace lanterns hanging from the eaves still lit, their glow faint.

He stared at the dark window for a few moments.

Is Li Qiushui inside? She might be asleep, or she might be cultivating in a secret room, or she might not be there at all.

The thought of launching a sneak attack flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

This woman is a level 90 top-tier martial artist; the chances of winning against her head-on are slim.

Even if you launch a sneak attack, you might still lose if you miss the first strike.

He looked away and jumped off the roof. He continued his patrol.

When we got near the princess's bedroom, the window was also dark.

He stood in the shadows for a few moments, but there was no one around, not even a palace maid.

With a burst of speed, he leaped to the window.

He placed his hand on the window frame, pushed open the window, and climbed inside.

The room was pitch black, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window casting a small patch of grayish-white light on the floor.

He stood for a couple of breaths to adjust his eyes to the darkness, then walked into the inner room.

The bedroom was more spacious than the outer room. A gauze curtain hung down, and a person lay on the bed, breathing evenly and deeply.

Wu Feng walked to the bedside and looked down.

Li Qinglu was fast asleep, and the moonlight shone through the cracks in the window onto her face.

Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was light.

He reached out and picked her up. Li Qinglu stirred in her sleep, making a muffled sound, but didn't wake up.

Wu Feng turned around and jumped out of the window. He used his lightness skill and was already far away from the princess's palace in a few leaps.

A night breeze blew in her face, and Li Qinglu's eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was suspended in mid-air, with the rooftops of the palace and the shadows of the trees rushing past below.

She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand covered her mouth.

"Shh." Wu Feng looked down at her, his voice low, "Little beauty, you smell so good."

Li Qinglu's eyes widened, and she struggled violently in his arms.

She moved her hands and feet erratically, but she didn't know martial arts, and her strength was barely enough to scratch an itch.

Wu Feng didn't say anything more and landed in a bamboo forest.

Moonlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

He put her down, and Li Qinglu tried to run away, but he pulled her back.