Unfortunately, your purchase ratio is not high enough. You can fatten up your baby until the end of the world before coming back to see him/her, "Brother Nie?"

The calls outside the door continued, and the faint sound of the door opening could be heard. Nie Chenyuan stood up slightly and said in a hoarse voice to the door, "Yuhao, you're going to ruin my good time if you come in now."

Lin Yuhao peeked through a crack at the two figures intertwined on the sofa and couldn't help but smile with a hint of disdain. So easily captivated by beauty, the Nie family would probably not fare well in Nie Chenyuan's hands. Better to use them for his own purposes.

He closed the door, put his arm around his female companion, and turned to leave: "Brother Nie is probably busy right now, let's say hello to him later."

The aura of Heaven slowly receded until it dissipated.

Qingyun dared not relax, and still focused her attention by probing out a wisp of her divine sense to monitor Lin Yuhao's movements.

"Haven't you touched me enough yet?"

Nie Chenyuan leaned close to Qingyun's ear and hummed softly.

Qingyun snapped out of her daze, kicked Nie Chenyuan off the sofa, and got up to walk towards the bathroom.

Nie Chenyuan sat on the floor, utterly bewildered: "You're using me and then throwing me away, crossing the river and then burning the bridge?"

The aura of the Heavenly Dao has completely withdrawn from this world.

Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly washed the blood off her body and the places Nie Chenyuan had touched under the drizzling water.

He was cautious by nature, and although he seemed much more relaxed at the moment, he secretly used his divine sense to carefully examine the man on the sofa outside.

"You are... Nie Chenyuan?"

Qingyun asked tentatively, enunciating the three words "Nie Chenyuan" very clearly between her lips.

Nie Chenyuan raised an eyebrow and looked at him in surprise. He chuckled softly, rubbing his forehead, "You know me?"

As expected.

When Heaven tried to kill him, Qingyun forced himself to absorb a small amount of Heaven's energy to fake his death. After all, there is a difference between the energy used to injure him and the energy used to kill him; even this small amount of energy almost killed Qingyun.

However, there is still a source of energy in Qingyun's soul, which was planted by the Heavenly Dao to control him and lead him to reincarnation.

These two energies collided and merged at a crucial moment, eventually recombining with Qingyun's soul, giving his soul some strange abilities.

That's how he was able to escape into this small world without any hindrance. Not only that, Qingyun's soul was even able to invade the rules set up by the Heavenly Dao, providing him with information about the world's trajectory and some of the characters.

It was because Nie Chenyuan was a great help to the protagonist and the opportunity for his cultivation to improve that Qingyun was able to know his identity.

It's almost like it's been disguised as a set of rules.

But can he still leave?

He scooped up a handful of icy water and splashed it on his face, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. He could leave, but he needed something. He had a strong feeling that this thing was related to the protagonist.

Nie Chenyuan seemed extremely interested in Qingyun. Although Qingyun ignored him, he began to speculate about Qingyun's identity.

"If you know me, you must be from the ancient martial arts world. You were even afraid of Lin Yuhao when you were in high school."

Upon hearing this, Qingyun frowned and flicked the water droplets from his hand. The protagonist? He had never been afraid of that.

“You are a member of the Qing family.” Nie Chenyuan confirmed Qing Yun’s identity, but at the same time he was a little puzzled. “The Qing family has only one heir. Qing Haolin is dead, leaving behind only a good-for-nothing son. In terms of cultivation, the Qing family does not have anyone named you.”

Qingyun chuckled, "I'm really sorry, I'm Qing Haolin's good-for-nothing son."

Nie Chenyuan's eyes widened slightly; he was genuinely surprised.

He had some connection with Lin Yuhao, so he naturally knew about Qingyun's situation. Because they came from the same mother, the two were inevitably compared.

Lin Yuhao is exceptionally talented, resourceful, kind-hearted, and resilient, making him a highly anticipated prodigy in the ancient martial arts world. In contrast, Qingyun is like a harmless and timid lamb, lacking any outstanding qualities.

In Nie Chenyuan's view, Lin Yuhao was already a promising and powerful figure who deserved attention, while Qing Yun was still living under the protection of a powerful family. Without Qing Haolin's protection, he was nothing.

The reason Qingyun has attracted so much attention is because Lin Yuhao chose the Qing family.

Nie Chenyuan's gaze remained fixed on Qingyun's slender yet upright figure as he slowly lit a cigarette. He had always been interested only in powerful things; he never expected that he could misjudge someone.

"Click"

Flames leaped up, and a faint smell of smoke filled the air. Qingyun frowned subconsciously.

Nie Chenyuan looked at Qingyun's injuries and reminded her, "You shouldn't have avoided Yuhao. He's still your brother, and it's better for you to live with him than to struggle on your own. Besides, your mother is with him too."

His statement clearly indicated that he believed Qingyun's injuries were caused by fighting in underground boxing matches for a living.

Qingyun scoffed, her eyes filled with hostility: "What? You want me to live in harmony with my father's killer? Oh, if I follow him, I'm afraid my days are numbered too."

He looked down at the tiny wound on his palm slowly healing. Qingyun's soul was too powerful; although it was mostly damaged, it was enough to modify this body, so these injuries were nothing now.

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"There won't be any surprises." Lin Yuhao chuckled into the phone, a hint of malice in his voice. "He was seriously injured, his dantian was destroyed, and he even rolled down the mountain. How could he possibly still be alive?"

"The mental cultivation method?"

Hearing the persistent questioning on the other end of the phone, Lin Yuhao frowned. After defeating Qing Haolin, he brought his mother over. His mother brought the Qing family's martial arts techniques and wealth, but the accompanying cultivation methods were only known to Qing Haolin and Qing Yun, and now that both of them were dead, they naturally couldn't be found.

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