The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 272: Song Meilin’s Delimma!

Yang Qingxi nodded.

"To negotiate, or threaten someone."

"Or maybe to uncover something."

Neither of them knew the exact reason. However, both felt they were getting closer to the truth.

The room gradually became quiet again.

Outside the window, morning sunlight illuminated the snowy mountains.

Inside the room, Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged glances.

Although they still lacked answers, at least they finally had a direction.

And for now... That was enough.

***

Just then, both of them sensed someone approaching the room.

Knock.

Su Mo stood up and walked over to open the door.

Outside stood Song Meilin. The exhaustion in her eyes was obvious. Between the Pishacha invasion, the elders’ meeting, the attack during the night, and now this matter, she looked as though she hadn’t properly rested in days.

"Sister Song."

Su Mo gave a nod.

Seeing him, Song Meilin secretly let out a sigh of relief.

At the very least, he looked calmer than last night.

She had genuinely been worried that Su Mo would storm into the sect and start investigating everyone by force.

With the strength he had displayed, that would turn into a disaster very quickly.

"Is Qingxi awake?"

"She is. Please come in."

Song Meilin entered the room.

Yang Qingxi was already sitting on the bed. Although her complexion was still a little pale, she looked much better than before.

"Morning, Sister Song."

"Thank goodness you’re alright, Qingxi. I was worried."

Yang Qingxi smiled lightly.

"I’ve caused Sister Song trouble."

Song Meilin shook her head.

"The one who should apologize is me. You were attacked while staying in my courtyard."

The atmosphere became quiet for a moment.

Then Su Mo folded his arms and looked directly at her.

"Sister Song, now that Qingxi is awake, can you tell us everything you know?"

Song Meilin’s expression stiffened slightly. She knew this question was unavoidable.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke.

"The two techniques you mentioned. The silver beam and the silver chains..."

"They do indeed belong to our White Moon Sect."

The room became quiet.

Neither Su Mo nor Yang Qingxi showed much surprise.

After seeing Song Meilin’s reaction yesterday, he had already guessed as much. Su Mo gestured lightly. "Please continue."

Song Meilin nodded.

"They are part of our sect’s inheritance. The Lunar Arts: Six Forms."

"Moon Breaking Fist. Crescent Split Kick. Moonlight Body. Night Cloak. Moonfall Piercer. And finally, the Lunar Chains."

Her voice gradually became steadier as she entered her familiar storytelling mode.

"The first-generation Sect Leader, who is our Sect Ancestor, created the first four techniques. At that time, our Ancestor specialized in Yin Element cultivation and designed them specifically to fight against Pishachas."

"The disciples of White Moon Sect refine Pishacha resources during cultivation. As a result, many naturally develop stronger affinity toward Yin-related techniques. Because of this, Moon Breaking Fist, Crescent Split Kick, and Moonlight Body became relatively common within the sect."

She paused before continuing.

"Night Cloak is different. It is significantly harder to learn."

Su Mo nodded. He had already seen how troublesome Night Cloak could be through the Red Cloaks.

Song Meilin continued.

"Several decades later, the second Sect Leader noticed a problem. While our disciples could fight Pishachas effectively, they lacked a powerful finishing move."

"Since Pishachas are naturally weak toward Yang-based techniques, he spent years developing two new arts."

"Moonfall Piercer."

"And Lunar Chains."

"The former is a B-Rank technique."

"The latter is an A-Rank technique."

Even Su Mo showed slight surprise.

"Lunar Chains is A-Rank?"

Song Meilin nodded.

"It is considered one of our sect’s strongest inheritances."

Su Mo immediately understood why Song Meilin had looked so troubled yesterday.

An ordinary disciple learning such a technique would already be difficult.

The attacker had not only learned it but was proficient enough to use it in combat.

That narrowed the suspects considerably.

Unfortunately, it also made the situation much worse.

Su Mo thought quietly before asking the most important question.

"How many people currently know Lunar Chains?"

The moment the question left his mouth, Song Meilin’s expression became conflicted.

She opened her mouth. Then closed it again.

This was no longer a personal secret. It involved the sect’s core inheritance.

Revealing such information to outsiders was not a small matter.

Seeing her hesitation, Su Mo sighed.

"Sister Song."

His voice was calm, but the meaning behind it was very clear.

"The suspicion is already directed toward White Moon Sect."

Song Meilin remained silent.

"I understand your position. I also understand that some information shouldn’t be casually revealed."

"However." Su Mo’s gaze sharpened slightly. "Qingxi had nearly died."

The room fell silent again.

Song Meilin’s fingers unconsciously tightened.

"At this point, finding the attacker is more important than protecting someone’s reputation."

"If I find the culprit, everything else can still be discussed."

"But if the culprit isn’t found..."

He paused. Then spoke slowly.

"You know Qingxi’s background."

Song Meilin’s expression darkened.

Of course she knew. Not only did she know.

She knew it far better than Su Mo.

The Shen Family.

Just that name alone carried enough weight to make countless forces nervous.

Yang Qingyun usually appeared carefree and unreliable, but nobody would mistake that for weakness.

If news spread that her daughter had nearly been assassinated while staying in White Moon Sect... Song Meilin didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.

The sect was already dealing with the Pishacha crisis.

Adding the Shen Family into the mix would create a storm no one wanted.

Su Mo wasn’t threatening her.

He was simply stating a fact.

That was precisely the problem.

Song Meilin rubbed her forehead.

For the first time in many years, she felt a severe headache approaching.

On one side was the sect’s secret. On the other side was a girl she genuinely liked and cared about.

And standing beside that girl was an increasingly angry Golden Core genius who was trying very hard to remain reasonable.

The more she thought about it, the more difficult the situation became.