Chapter 105: The Farewell

Dan Pinghui was very precise with her timing. Not long after handling matters involving Chen Xiu and Ba Miaomiao, she was set to return to Shanghai.

Before leaving, Song Mo asked Dan Pinghui to pass a message to Lu Yalan, expressing a desire to see her once more. Lu Yalan hesitated and sought advice from her two older sisters, but both told her to decide for herself.

Dan Pinghui’s exact words were: "It’s good to meet a few men before marriage; it saves you from loneliness after tying the knot."

After saying this, Lu Yalan chased her around all morning, hitting her in retaliation.

Lu Yamei’s comment was: "You can’t always hide under someone else’s wings. You need to see the world. Pinghui said this Song Mo seems interested in you, and since you’re not good at refusing others’ affection, it wouldn’t hurt to practice with him."

The person in question was somewhat angry because the truth stung—he really couldn’t enter the inner courtyard due to insufficient strength. Each year, the quota for entering the inner courtyard was very limited, and according to current rankings, he simply wasn’t qualified.

“She hopes we’ll call on her if anything happens.” Qian Qiyao shook his head, smiling half-heartedly. He had never been able to stop his own sister; she always made the decisions, and he merely carried them out. This was even more the case after spending some time in the Dark Fire. With her formidable aura, Qian Qiyue was not to be trifled with.

Having thought Ding Yan had fallen, Shen Gang knelt on the ground, countless blood holes riddling his body. “Shen Jun! Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go!” His blood dried as he died.

Wei Yefeng seemed to hear Lin Xiaohuan’s unspoken thoughts, reaching out to pinch her arm sharply.

Thus, those in the underworld never took kindly to those who appeared respectable and proper. Although Qian Qiyue didn’t quite despise them, she held a certain prejudice. Still, since he wanted to perform, she might as well play along—after all, she had been feeling quite restless lately.

The next morning, when Ma Fei’er woke up, she found that she had already gone downstairs. After dressing, she saw everyone else having breakfast downstairs.

“Qian Hao, do you know what you’ve done?” Liang Yan angrily questioned him, her gaze never leaving Li Zixiao, though she was somewhat afraid to see him in his current state.

“An undying Buddha’s shadow? Then how am I supposed to seal them inside the tower?” Ye Shaoxuan continued to ask.

“In that case, Young Master Ye, you should go alone. I won’t see you off,” the elderly man in white said as he pulled Lan Po back a few steps, nodding politely toward Ye Shaoxuan.

I love you, and I know you love me. In our past lives, we used blood as our formation and longing as our prison. In this life, we have peace, happiness, and the promise of growing old together. It’s all worthwhile, no matter what happens, the end is good.

Even if he wasn’t blown to death, he would find other ways to follow Su Jingyu—through the underworld, the netherworld, never leaving nor forsaking, bound by life and death.

He watched Fang Chen kill Zhao Gang and Zhao Ye, even approving of the latter’s actions when Zhao Li was discarded, without interference. Because in Zhao Yuan’s heart, Fang Chen’s status far surpassed that of the four Zhao brothers. To quell the matter, the four Zhao brothers had to become sacrifices.

The floating ink dance reversed in midair; the purple sword descended, piercing the water’s surface and sending a towering column of water shooting up. The man in red from the East wielded twin blades, one forward and one reversed, transforming into dual forward-facing swords.

After speaking, murderous intent surged as true energy erupted. The elder refused to yield, his hands hanging by his sides as his true energy burst forth. The two forces collided fiercely in midair.

Casting a glance at Lan Linger, Rou Fei’s face bore a faint smile. Her delicate hand caressed the pure white face; the deep purple rouge contrasted with her fluid skin. Yet her eyes were a still pool of death, utterly devoid of life.

“Continue!” Bai Qiuying pulled the wine pouch from her waist, took a swig herself, then tossed it to Xiao Qingchen. Upon catching it, Xiao Qingchen tilted her head back and drank deeply.

“We received orders from superiors saying there are criminals in the hospital, so we’re here to check,” said a rather tall and arrogant policeman.

Meanwhile, while Mu Anran searched the world over for Mu Niannian, she had already returned to the southern city. She heard that a certain nobleman had been chosen, and Niannian was pestering Mu Xiao to arrange their marriage. Mu Xiao still held some fear for his great-grandson and naturally delayed matters, hoping Mu Anran would return soon so he could relax a bit.