Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

He looked directly into Shen Chumo's eyes: "But I don't understand, why did you take the initiative to seek cooperation with me? With your abilities, you could easily handle the Angry Sect on your own."

Shen Chumo looked out the window, his voice low: "Because the 'Chenmen' are more dangerous than you think; they've infiltrated every field, including the highest levels of the police."

I need an ally within the system, and you are the most suitable candidate.

She turned back to Ji Linchuan, "This isn't just about my personal grudges; I think your police force would also like to wipe out this cult organization in one fell swoop."

Ji Linchuan pondered for a long time before finally extending his hand: "Pleasant to cooperate, partner."

Shen Chumo grasped his hand, a slight smile playing on her lips: "It's a pleasure working with you."

A few days later, night fell and dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan lurked in the shadows outside the abandoned factory, where the only sound was their breathing.

According to the information provided by Tuanzi, the leader of the White Tiger Hall of the Angry Gate—a man codenamed "White Tiger"—will personally come to inspect Lin Yuan's body tonight.

“Remember, our goal is to capture him alive.” Shen Chumo lowered his voice, his fingertips gently stroking a concealment talisman. “The White Tiger knows the secrets of the Chenmen’s higher-ups; we must pry useful information out of him.”

Ji Linchuan nodded, his eyes sharp as knives: "I have arranged for snipers to be on standby on the perimeter, but they will only fire in emergency situations."

Shen Chumo glanced at him: "Don't expect ordinary bullets to hurt him."

Ji Linchuan raised an eyebrow: "So, how do you plan to capture him?"

Shen Chumo's lips curled slightly as she slid a silver needle from her sleeve, its tip gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light: "This is a 'Spirit-Locking Needle.' Once it's inserted into his acupoints, it can temporarily seal his spiritual power."

Ji Linchuan said thoughtfully, "It seems you are well prepared."

Shen Chumo didn't speak again, and turned her gaze back to the depths of the factory.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from afar.

A black van slowly drove into the factory. After the headlights were turned off, several men dressed in black quickly got out of the van and looked around warily.

"They're here," Shen Chumo said softly.

Ji Linchuan pressed his earpiece and whispered, "Attention everyone, target spotted. Proceed as planned."

The men in black escorted a tall man toward the depths of the factory.

The man wore a bronze mask, and the white tiger tattoo on his right wrist was faintly visible in the dim light.

—He is the head of the White Tiger Hall.

Shen Chumo narrowed her eyes, her fingertips tightening slightly.

"Let's go," she whispered, her figure flashing out like a ghost.

Ji Linchuan followed closely behind, and the two of them, under the cover of night, quietly sneaked into the factory.

The factory interior had been converted into a makeshift laboratory, with a strange altar in the center, surrounded by scarlet runes.

The white tiger stood before the altar, his hands forming a mudra, muttering something unintelligible.

It looks both absurd and bizarre.

Ji Linchuan nodded, his finger on the trigger: "I'll draw their fire, you find an opportunity to strike."

Just as Shen Chumo was about to stop him, Ji Linchuan rushed out!

"Police! Everyone, freeze!"

Bai Hu's men instantly drew their guns, and bullets rained down on Ji Linchuan!

Ji Linchuan rolled behind cover and then fired several shots, accurately taking down two men in black.

Baihu sneered, "Ji Linchuan? You dare to come here alone to die?"

He suddenly raised his hand, and a black energy blast, like a venomous snake, attacked Ji Linchuan!

At the critical moment, Shen Chumo flashed in front of Ji Linchuan and with a wave of her hand, a spiritual energy barrier instantly unfolded, dispersing the black energy!

Baihu's pupils contracted: "You are... a cultivator?"

Shen Chumo sneered: "It's too late to realize that now."

She flashed forward, instantly closing in on the White Tiger, and thrust her silver needle straight at his neck!

Baihu reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side and striking Shen Chumo's chest with a backhand palm!

Shen Chumo spun around to dodge, gathering spiritual energy at her fingertips, and slashed a sharp wind blade towards the white tiger!

The white tiger was forced to retreat, a hint of horror flashing in its eyes: "Who exactly are you?!"

"The one who will kill you." Shen Chumo gave him no chance to breathe, her attacks coming like a tidal wave.

Ji Linchuan wasn't idle either; he quickly dealt with the remaining men in black while observing the battle situation.

The White Tiger was forced into a retreat, and finally revealed a weakness!

Shen Chumo seized the opportunity and pierced Baihu's Jianjing acupoint with a silver needle like lightning!

"Ah—!" The white tiger groaned, its spiritual energy instantly freezing and its movements slowing down.

Shen Chumo kicked him in the back of the knee, and Baihu fell to his knees with a thud!

Ji Linchuan quickly stepped forward and delivered a chop to the back of Baihu's neck, knocking him unconscious.

"Done." Shen Chumo clapped her hands, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Ji Linchuan looked at the unconscious Baihu on the ground with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect that we would actually catch him."

Shen Chumo squatted down, touched his forehead with her fingertip, and set up a restriction: "Just in case, he won't be able to escape after he wakes up."

Ji Linchuan nodded and pressed the earpiece: "Target captured, everyone retreat."

The two quickly left the factory with the white tiger.

Inside the safe house.

Baihu was chained to a specially made chair, his hands and feet bound by shackles, and Shen Chumo's restriction talisman was pasted on his forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan.

Then, gazing at Shen Chumo, he said, "You are very strong."

Among the four hall masters, each has their own role. Qinglong is in charge of money, while he, as the one with the highest cultivation among the four, is in charge of assassinations.

Baihu had always been very confident in his strength, but he never expected that in front of this woman, he would be like a fish pinned to a chopping board, completely powerless to resist.

A fiery glint appeared in his eyes. "Tell me, what is your cultivation level?"

Shen Chumo twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, a lazy smile curving her lips: "The White Tiger Hall Master's curiosity seems to be even stronger than I imagined."

She walked slowly forward, her skirt brushing the ground with a soft rustling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet safe house.

The white tiger was bound by the restriction and unable to move, but it still stared intently at the faint spiritual energy fluctuations around her neck, its pupils burning with an almost fanatical desire to explore.

"I'm only slightly better than you." She suddenly flicked her finger at the restriction talisman on the white tiger's forehead, and the golden runes instantly burst forth with dazzling light.

The White Tiger grunted, veins bulging on the back of its neck. "Want to know my cultivation level? First, answer a few questions—Who is the true master of the Angry Gate? Who is the Angry Gate's mole within the police force? Where was Lin Yuan's body moved?"

"You think you can shake the power of the Angry Sect by capturing me?" he sneered. "Naive."

Shen Chumo stood with his arms crossed and said calmly, "We don't need to shake the gate of anger, we just need you to speak."

The white tiger scoffed, "You think I would betray my master?"

Ji Linchuan stepped forward, his voice icy: "Is the 'master' you speak of the true controller of the Angry Sect?"

The white tiger remained silent, its eyes filled with disdain.

Shen Chumo wasn't in a hurry, toying with a silver needle between her fingers: "White Tiger, you should know that if you fall into our hands, you won't survive."

White Tiger sneered: "So what? If I die, my master will naturally avenge me."

Shen Chumo suddenly laughed: "You are indeed loyal, but unfortunately, your master may not care about your life."

She leaned down, gently pressing a silver needle against his temple: "I have a hundred ways to make you talk, do you want to try?"

White Tiger's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "You think I'm afraid?"

Shen Chumo applied slight pressure with her fingertips, and the silver needle pierced the skin. The white tiger's eyes widened suddenly, and its whole body trembled violently!

"Ah—!" He let out a shrill scream, veins bulging on his forehead.

Ji Linchuan frowned, but did not stop him.

Ten seconds later, Shen Chumo pulled out the silver needles, and Baihu slumped in the chair, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

"This is just the beginning," Shen Chumo said calmly. "Will you talk or not?"

The white tiger gasped for breath, fear finally appearing in its eyes: "You...who are you?!"

Shen Chumo smiled: "This is the last chance."

The white tiger gritted its teeth, and after a long while, finally whispered, "Master... is 'Xuanming'."

"Xuanming?" Shen Chumo narrowed her eyes. "Who is he?"

Baihu shook his head: "No one has ever seen his true face. He never shows his true form and only issues commands through telepathy."

Ji Linchuan pressed further: "Where is the headquarters of the Angry Sect?"

White Tiger gritted his teeth, cold sweat trickling down his temples: "I won't tell."

Shen Chumo chuckled softly, a faint blue light suddenly emanating from her fingertips: "It seems the White Tiger Hall Master prefers to communicate through torture."

She gently pressed her fingers against the white tiger's brow. "This is a 'Soul Searching Technique,' which can directly read your memories. However..."

She deliberately dragged out her words: "The victim of this spell will, at best, become an idiot, and at worst, have their soul scattered."

Just as Shen Chumo's hand was about to place on Baihu's forehead.

A flicker of fear finally crossed Baihu's eyes: "Wait! I'll tell you! The mole in the police station is Deputy Chief Chen... Lin Yuan's body has been transported to Kunlun Mountain!"

Kunlun Mountain, the legendary mountain of ten thousand ancestors, has been a sacred place for cultivators since ancient times.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan exchanged a glance, then Shen Chumo continued, "The exact location?"

"In...in an unnamed canyon on the eastern side of the Kunlun Mountains..." The white tiger panted, "There's a protective barrier there; ordinary people can't find it at all..."

"Why did you capture Lin Yuan's body?" Shen Chumo's voice was cold and serious. She stared intently at Bai Hu, as if trying to see the hidden truth through his eyes.

The white tiger's breathing became rapid, and he gasped for breath, a low voice emanating from his throat: "Azure Dragon... Lin Yuan's body was modified by his master, and his flesh and blood can be used to refine the 'elixir of immortality'."

"An elixir of immortality?" Ji Linchuan's brows furrowed deeply; the word sent a chill down his spine. He stared at the white tiger and pressed, "What is this thing?"

The white tiger sneered, revealing a hint of disdain: "What Master wants is immortality."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Chumo's eyes, and she said softly, "Madman."

The word seemed to be a contemptuous and mocking expression toward the white tiger and his so-called master.

She stood up and turned her gaze to Ji Linchuan. The two looked at each other and seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

"I've asked enough questions," Shen Chumo said calmly.

Ji Linchuan nodded, pressed the button on his headset, and said into the microphone, "Prepare for escort."

However, at that moment, the white tiger suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the quiet environment, sending chills down one's spine.

"You think you can win like this?" Baihu's voice revealed a sense of madness and despair.

Shen Chumo turned around abruptly, stared at the white tiger, and said sharply, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, the white tiger's body convulsed violently, and its eyes widened in terror: "No... Master... have mercy..."

A wisp of black smoke billowed from his seven orifices, and Shen Chumo's expression changed drastically: "Back off!"

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of the white tiger's mouth, and his eyes gradually became unfocused, as if life was slipping away from his body.

She quickly formed a hand seal, and a golden light trapped the black energy.

However, it was too late. The white tiger's body withered at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dried corpse.

Ji Linchuan stared at the scene in shock: "What's going on...?"

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She crouched down to examine the white tiger's corpse and pulled a bronze token from his robes: "However, we didn't come away empty-handed."

The front of the token is engraved with the characters "瞋门" (Chenmen), while the back features a lifelike white tiger design.

Ji Linchuan took the token and examined it carefully: "This might be the pass to their base."

Shen Chumo stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from her hands: "Let's get ready to go, Officer Ji. Looks like we'll have to make a trip to the Kunlun Mountains."

Ji Linchuan hesitated, "Just the two of us? That's too dangerous."

"Too many people would only alert them." Shen Chumo walked towards the door, "Besides..."

She turned back and winked at Ji Linchuan: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Ji Linchuan chuckled and said, "That's true."

Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, a man dressed in black robes, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. He calculated with his fingers, a serious look flashing in his eyes.

In just a few days, both the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger died.

The man in black robes brushed his fingertips across the bronze compass, and the Big Dipper on the divination chart suddenly rotated in reverse, the cinnabar-painted divination characters twisting into hideous ghost faces on the surface of the compass.

He slid a jade slip engraved with the character "瞋" from his sleeve. The surface of the jade slip was covered with dense cracks, as if silently telling the story of the White Tiger's demise.

"Interesting." The black-robed man's hoarse laughter echoed in the empty stone chamber. He reached out and removed his bronze mask, revealing half of his face covered in cursed runes—in the hollow socket of his left eye, a ghostly blue soul worm was slowly wriggling.

He raised his hand to form a hand seal, and the candlelight on the stone wall suddenly surged, illuminating the human skin scrolls covering the wall.

Each scroll depicts a different face; Shen Chumo's portrait is circled in red, with faint text appearing beside it.

The moment the black-robed man's fingertips touched Shen Chumo's portrait, a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from the scroll.

His intact right eye suddenly contracted, and the soul worm began to writhe wildly in his left eye socket.

He was shocked and furious, and tried to pull his hand away, but it was too late.

Shen Chumo in the painting blinked strangely, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

The black-robed man's entire right arm was instantly covered in golden runes, and his skin dried and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.