Yedu was naturally very happy with Qingyi’s response, his deep green eyes twinkling slightly as he placed a thin hand on the young man’s shoulder.
"Very well, junior brother Qingyi, I promise you won’t regret it, hahaha!" Yedu laughed. "Co on, I’ll take you to et the group and then register you at the administration palace."
"Right, Senior Brother Yedu, I won’t let you down." Qingyi bowed, widening Yedu’s smile even more.
Of course, Qingyi wasn’t exactly suited to the kind of mission the snake battalion was doing, but his talent made up for it.
Yedu could already imagine the envy of the other squads.
They soon left the dormitories, following the wide central street that divided the snake battalion zone in half.
As Yedu’s squadron was considerably wealthy, they had their own rented residence, separate from the communal dormitories.
It wasn’t exactly a luxurious place, being in the far northern corner of the snake battalion wall, but it was a spacious pavilion, with fifty-fold Qi density-increasing cultivation rooms and private bedrooms.
The mont they passed through the pavilion gates, Qingyi was imdiately greeted by an intoxicating, rotten sll, as if sothing had died in there.
It was poison, and a powerful poison at that.
Yedu imdiately covered his nose as he circulated his Qi, trying to stop the poisonous Qi from reaching Qingyi.
To his surprise, the handso young man didn’t even flinch, as if that poisonous Qi was nothing in front of him.
"Fuck, what are you doing? I told you not to let that shit leak out!" A thin, sickly figure ran through the pavilion, entering a door on the side of the main building that led to the basent of the residence.
After a few more angry shouts and powerful bangs, the sll of poison finally ceased and the sickly figure erged from the basent.
It was a tall man with green hair and thin features, not unlike Yedu himself.
Now that Qingyi thought about it, those features were quite common among poisonous cultivators.
Perhaps a side effect of their poisons or sothing, although not all of them were like that.
Behind the sickly man, another young man appeared, a chubby man with a tearful look, his face covered in bruises.
"Sorry, Big Brother Mojie, it was an accident!" The fat man whimpered, clutching Mojie’s robes.
"Accident, my ass! You’re a fucking illusion cultivator, not a poison cultivator, what the hell do you think you’re doing ssing with my stuff?" Mojie complained, kicking the fattie away.
"Rember that ti you nearly killed the whole block? I’m the one who got punished for that shit!
If you dare go through my things again, I promise I’ll poison your food!" Mojie shouted and then walked away, leaving the fattie behind.
"Ah... Sorry about the sight, Junior Brother Qingyi. The fattie is Heidu, our illusionist, he’s a bit clumsy, so be careful with delicate things near him.
The other one is Mojie, my brother." Yedu introduced the two while guiding Qingyi through the pavilion.
They didn’t spend much ti there.
Yedu only briefly introduced Qingyi to the other two squad mbers before heading off to the office to officially register him.
"Why are there so few mbers in your squad, senior brother Yedu?" Qingyi asked.
Normally, a squadron would have around 12 mbers, including auxiliaries and field mbers.
A squad with only three mbers was rare.
"Our last mission was difficult, we lost almost all the mbers in a fucked-up infiltration.
To make matters worse, the mission we’re going on this ti has been leaked and all the rookies are running from us.
Nobody wants to do infiltration missions, it’s too risky. If junior’s scared, there’s still ti to quit."
"I’m not scared." Qingyi shook his head, not even a single hint of fear appearing on his face.
"Well, let’s use an item to temporarily camouflage our Qi, change our appearances and then use inside contacts to infiltrate.
It’s nothing too difficult, we just need to achieve a certain level of prestige and get close to so powerful figures."
"I understand." Qingyi replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
He had heard of many types of concealnt and illusion techniques, but techniques and artifacts capable of changing soone’s Qi were rare, especially those capable of fooling experts.
Such an item couldn’t be cheap.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally reached the administrative office where Qingyi went through another long battery of tests, signing dozens of docunts before finally being able to breathe a sigh of relief.
He had to spend almost thirty minutes just reading and signing docunts and contracts.
How on earth did such a place survive with so much bureaucracy?
Fortunately, it was all over.
"Co on, Junior Brother Qingyi, I’ll buy you a drink to celebrate you joining our squadron." Yedu gave Qingyi a firm slap on the back as they turned away.
Suddenly, they stopped.
Behind them, the attendant suddenly raised her head, as if receiving a sound transmission.
"Uh... young master Qingyi, Commander Biyue has requested your presence in her quarters," she said, her face filled with strangeness.
That wasn’t exactly common...
Yedu exchanged glances with Qingyi, also surprised.
Tang Yedu obviously knew Tang Biyue, she wasn’t the kind of woman who would ask to et a man like that alone for no good reason.
"Uh... Should I go too?" Yedu asked and the attendant shook her head. "No, just Young Master Qingyi."
In the end, Yedu could only leave, leaving Qingyi standing there alone, wondering what that woman wanted.
Standing up and bowing respectfully, the attendant led Qingyi up a wide staircase to the central tower of the administrative palace, stopping in front of the door to the only room on the top floor.
The attendant bowed one last ti before turning and leaving, leaving Qingyi alone behind.
"Ah..." The handso young man sighed before opening the door, his eyes shining at the sight he saw inside.
Tang Biyue was sitting on a large couch, her body covered by nothing but an unbuttoned sleep dress, the neckline showing off her large, pale tits, the corners running down her pink nipples and ending just at her navel.
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