Chapter 87: Contemplation
Before long, Qin Mianmian and Sun Qian returned. Qin Yu carefully examined the two women and, confirming they were indeed unharmed, let out a sigh of relief.
Sun Qian brought back good news: the Ye family had relinquished their control over the medicinal herbs.
Hearing this, Qin Yu was immediately puzzled. He simply could not understand why the Ye family and the Qin family had gone through such an ordeal—what was the purpose behind it all?
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According to the rules, losing one's reputation has aftereffects. If it is collected by Wei Xian or willingly offered, the aftereffects have a time limit; but if it is snatched away by a ghost, the consequences are indefinite. Some people endure misfortune their entire lives—this is one form of such aftereffects. Others are suddenly struck by calamity; this too is a manifestation.
“A heart free of worries reveals the truth beneath the water. Life and death are the root of countless tribulations; fools call this the original self.” A sigh drifted over, gentle and lingering. The voice was like the clear sky after rain, brushing away worldly dust from the surface of the water, leaving only faint ripples behind. It accorded with the natural order, carrying the weariness of one who sees through everything yet is powerless to change it.
No one could have predicted how dangerous the journey to the True Abyss of Xuanming would be, nor imagined that he would manage to avoid disaster ahead of time.
Only then did Lu Anke cry out in pain. What Liang Xiao heard was just this cry, and when he hurried over, he saw a knife plunged into Lu Anke’s back. Liang Xiao’s eyes reddened; gritting his teeth, he kicked Zhang Li, who was muttering nearby that he had done nothing.
Gao Tianyuan harbored the mindset of “let a thousand die so tens of thousands may live,” producing “drinks and foods” beneficial to ordinary people. Yet, the combined death toll from all Tianyuan brand products was far more than a thousand; Gao Tianyuan simply chose to ignore this. Thus, when the red envelope arrived, Gao Tianyuan shouted, “I refuse to accept this!”
“Enough nonsense! Come over and submit to our investigation, or I’ll send someone to bring you in!” Officer Zhao could hardly be bothered with Liang Hua, whom he considered a fool.
“You fiend, cease your wild babbling! Let me shoot you through with a single arrow!” Mu Qingye, who was closest to Coldblood, swiftly caught up.
“Wh… why?” Chaos retreated, then suddenly stopped. Golden light gathered, forming a suit of battle armor. With a casual wave, he pierced the void with a long spear, propelling his body forward. At the tip of the spear, golden light converged, igniting a wisp of flame that spread outward.
His words were incoherent, rambling and muddled, but Shen Jing could see that he was trying to express something, even if his mouth stubbornly refused to cooperate.
Their entire conversation was overheard by Shen Jing, who sat in her own room. She too felt that You Jian was overthinking things. It was true he liked Hatsune Miku, but wanting to find a real-life Hatsune Miku to spend his life with seemed utterly impossible.
Yet, just as Ye Xian was about to check his own pulse and begin treatment, he suddenly felt the world spinning. He realized his vision was growing darker and darker, as though soon to be enveloped in complete darkness.
To throw their weight around in Cangyuan Town was one thing; but across the entire Yuanyang Dynasty, there were many powerful sects that could erase their influence with a mere flick of the sleeve. They were self-aware enough to recognize this.
As Lin Yu stood in a daze, the pressure upon him intensified. Though only a trace of dragon might remained, it was astonishing enough. After shattering the icy restraints, the dragon’s body, once severed by Lin Yu, rejoined and charged at him again, its power more than tenfold greater than before.
Thus, when faced with Luo Fan’s rage, Bai Shu was not angered, but instead grew somewhat excited.
The fragrant and alluring cherry blossoms gradually faded, swirling gently in the air. The grove became indescribably desolate and poignant, yet possessed a beauty that was heartbreakingly exquisite.