The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

For the next few days, the north gate of Linkang City remained eerily bustling. All sorts of small vendors, storytellers, and jugglers, as if by appointment, gathered here, cramming the once spacious streets with people. Yet, behind this apparent prosperity, a hidden undercurrent, a murderous intent, quietly surged.

Cen Jiexiao and the Qiming Group hid within this undercurrent, closely monitoring the assassins' movements. They were like experienced hunters, patiently waiting for their prey to walk into their trap.

"Dean, 'Ghost' has already taken people to Qingfeng Villa. Should we follow him?" Yu Lan walked quickly up to the attic, holding a small piece of paper in her hand, and said hurriedly.

"Ghost Shadow finally couldn't hold it in anymore?" Cen Jiexiao took the note, unfolded it and examined it carefully. It said "Ghost Shadow and his group, disguised as a merchant caravan, will set out at noon today and head to Qingfeng Villa, thirty miles outside the city."

"It seems that our Mr. 'Ghost' has lost his patience." Cen Jiexiao put the note aside with a playful smile on his face.

"Dean, what should we do now?" Yu Lan looked at Cen Jiexiao, her eyes full of questions.

"No rush, let's play with them first." A cold glint flashed in Cen Jiexiao's eyes, and she said in a cold tone, "Pass the order down, everyone, act according to the plan, and make sure to capture 'Ghost Shadow' and the others in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" Yu Lan took the order and left, quickly disappearing into the night.

Cen Jiexiao walked to the window and looked at the brightly lit streets in the distance with deep eyes, as if she could see through everything.

"'Ghost', do you think you can escape from my grasp?" Cen Jiexiao murmured in a low voice, her tone full of confidence.

She turned around, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"This game has just begun."

"Dean, 'Ghost' has already taken people to Qingfeng Villa. Should we follow them?" Yu Lan asked anxiously, looking at the information in her hand.

"Well, I'll take a shortcut to Qingfeng Villa first." Sister Cen Xiao flipped through the scroll in her hand calmly, as if everything was under her control. "Yu Lan, quickly inform Lu Qingyun, Wen Kuan, and Xiao Man, and have them act according to the plan. We have to be quick. They're wary of patrolling the city and won't dare to expose themselves on horseback. But we can. We have to be faster than them, we have to."

"Yes, Dean! We must ensure that the 'gifts' to welcome all the assassins are prepared before they arrive." After saying that, Yu Lan took the order and left.

As night fell, Qingfeng Villa, its usual tranquility and peace, was enveloped by a chilling atmosphere. Inside, the lights blazed brightly, illuminating the carved beams and painted buildings, but even that couldn't mask the tense atmosphere that permeated the air. Outside, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the gentle night breeze couldn't dispel the murderous intent lurking in the darkness.

"Ghost," dressed in night clothes and a black scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of hawk-like eyes, lurked in the dense forest surrounding the villa, like a cheetah waiting for its opportunity, observing every move within the villa. Behind him, over thirty black-clad assassins also held their breath, awaiting their leader's orders.

"Captain, Qingfeng Villa is heavily guarded. Do we really have to force our way in?" A black-clad assassin lowered his voice, a hint of uneasiness in his tone, "I'm worried we'll be ambushed."

"What are you afraid of? Our mission this time is just to take that little girl's head, not to massacre the villa." "Ghost Shadow" snorted coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "That little girl is just a yellow-haired girl who is still wet behind the ears. Is it worth us mobilizing such a large force? Humph, it's all because of her damn father!"

He paused, his tone revealing greed and viciousness, "As long as we kill her, we will receive generous rewards from the Liaodan Kingdom. Then we will enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

"But... Chief, I heard that the little girl is surrounded by many experts. We..." The black-clad assassin wanted to persuade her again, but was interrupted impatiently by the "Ghost".

"Enough! Stop encouraging others and destroying your own prestige!" Ghostly shouted harshly, "You are all elites carefully selected by me. Can't you even handle a little girl?"

He glanced around at everyone and said in a cold tone, "Listen up, everyone! Follow the plan. If anyone dares to act on his own and ruin my plan, even Buddha can't save him!"

"Ghost" scolded in a low voice, and then led everyone to sneak into the villa quietly.

Cen Jiexiao, dressed in a white nightgown, sat at her dressing table by the window. Her long, dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, creating a striking contrast with her simple, elegant gown. Her slender fingers gently flipped the pages of the book in her hand, but her gaze was not fixed on the pages, but on the bright moonlight outside the window, as if lost in thought, perhaps waiting for something. The moonlight, like water, filtered through the carved window lattices, casting a faint halo over her, highlighting her cool and aloof demeanor. She was like a snow lotus, isolated from the world, emitting a faint fragrance under the moonlight.

"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden, rapid knock on the door broke the silence of the room. Sister Cen didn't turn around, nor did she put down the scroll in her hand. She simply said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Yu Lan hurried in, a look of panic on her face. Her originally rosy complexion now looked a little pale. She quickly walked to Cen Jiexiao and said anxiously, "Dean, the assassins... the assassins have already sneaked into the villa!"

Cen Jiexiao then slowly put down the mysterious crossbow in her hand, raised her head, looked at Yu Lan calmly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Oh? How many people are there? Is there any movement?"

Yu Lan was slightly stunned. She hadn't expected the dean to remain so calm at this hour. She gathered herself and quickly replied, "According to my observations, there were approximately thirty assassins who infiltrated the villa. Each of them was highly skilled. They moved swiftly and very stealthily. They seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the villa, so this must have been premeditated."

Cen Jiexiao nodded gently, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, but she was not at all flustered. She slowly stood up and walked to the window, gazing deeply at the bright moonlight outside. A cold smile curled up the corners of her mouth, and she said calmly, "Finally..."

"Dean, what should we do now?" Yu Lan looked at Cen Jiexiao with worry in her eyes. Although she didn't know why the dean was so calm, she believed that the dean must have a way to deal with the crisis at hand.

Cen Jiexiao turned around with a confident smile on her face and a sly glint in her eyes. She patted Yu Lan's shoulder gently and said softly, "Don't panic, Yu Lan. Everything is according to my plan."

Yu Lan felt a little relieved when she saw Cen Jiexiao's confident look. She believed that the dean must have been prepared, so she stopped asking questions and just stood quietly by, waiting for the dean's next instructions.

Cen Jiexiao walked to the dressing table, took out a silver hairpin from the dressing box, and gently inserted it into her bun. Then she turned to Yu Lan and said, "Let's go to a high place to see if the 'performance' of these assassins is worthy of our praise." With that, she took Yu Lan out of the room.

In the villa's courtyard, flames shot to the sky, and the cries of killing were deafening. Thirty or so black-clad assassins, like ghosts, moved through the night, engaging in a desperate struggle with the villa's guards. The flashing of swords and sabers woven into a web of death, screams echoed incessantly, blood stained the bluestone slabs, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

These assassins were all desperate criminals. They were ruthless and each move was aimed at killing. Wherever the blades passed, the skin was torn and the blood flowed.

However, the guards of the villa were no ordinary people. They were agile and well-trained, and they wielded their swords with impenetrable force, neutralizing the assassin's attacks one by one.

For a moment, the clanging of swords, the wailing of the wounded, and the roars of both sides as they tried their best were intertwined together, like hell on earth.

The "ghost" was hiding on a tall locust tree, taking in all of this. A cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.

"Hmph, a bunch of rabble, you dare to compete with me for credit? You really overestimate your abilities!" Ghost snorted in disdain, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light. "Let you first consume the physical strength of these guards, then I will take action later to kill Princess Jue Ling and take her head. Then this mission will be completed. Then, I can choose the beauty with the bounty."

Thinking of this, the "ghost" felt excited and was about to show up to look for the trace of "Princess Jue Ling". Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came from a distance, breaking the silence of the night and startling the "ghost".

This flute sound...why does it sound so familiar?

Oh no! It's the Moon Wolf Whistle!