"I never act rashly, nor do I bother with juniors." Yan Chiyu's calm tone immediately reminded the middle-aged man who was on the verge of anger.
The middle-aged man's gaze darkened. Yan Chiyu was no ordinary young man; he was right. Unless someone provoked him, he wouldn't actively seek trouble. He had tried to stop Shao Xuan from secretly sending men to ambush that branch of the Wu family, but things still went wrong. Now…
"Xu Shaoxuan wants to kill my Yan family's young mistress. There's a murderous aura surrounding us. Do you think I should fight back?"
really!
The middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine. Only the older generation knew the Yan family's status. They had a foundation built over thousands of years, a vast fortune, and unparalleled power. They were completely different from families like theirs, which had only existed for a hundred years at most. If they were to clash head-on, they would be utterly annihilated. The young mistress of the Yan family?! No wonder he cared so much!
"Please, Mr. Yan..."
"Don't worry, family members won't be implicated. As long as you don't have any crooked thoughts or evil intentions, I won't cause you any trouble." Yan Chiyu looked at Xiang Dongshu and Xiang Xinian walking towards him not far away and said calmly, "Let's disperse."
"Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly pulled the others away, despite their indignant expressions. "Uncle! Young Master Xuan, he..."
"Shut up! He only got what he deserved!"
"Never mention this again."
...
"What happened?"
Su Xianrong was puzzled and shocked. This was not the first time he had closed the Yuanque Secret Realm. He had done it very smoothly and skillfully every time.
But this time, the Realm of Circumstances seemed to have slipped out of his control; he couldn't sense the power of the primordial stone that activated the realm.
Su Xianrong tried several more times, but all attempts ended in failure.
Until the expressionless girl walked up to him and handed him a strangely patterned bamboo tube: "I'm giving you half of your ancestor's soul. Keep it safe."
Su Xianrong: ? ? ?
He recognizes each individual word, but he can't understand the combination of them...
Outside the door, a young man in a black denim jacket scribbled the words "Secret Realm of Fullness and Deficiency" on a document.
The little yellow duck pattern on the chest of the denim jacket shimmered with a faint, bright yellow light in the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the wind.
...
Now that the Yuanque Secret Realm has been reclaimed, everything concerning the Su family is no longer related to Wuyue.
After leaving the Su family home, at the foot of the mountain, Uncle Min, having received Yan Chiyu's message, had already parked his car and was waiting. It took nearly four hours to get back to his residence, arriving close to midnight.
Darkness sang a low, hoarse lullaby, and only two or three people remained awake, hunched over their desks under the lamp. Occasionally, a lone car would speed by on the street, beeping and then disappearing into the distance.
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Outside Yan Chiyu's private residence.
Mu Junyan glanced at the masked man beside her, unsure whether she should speak.
The wind lifted the hem of his black robe, and the red belt accentuated his slender waist. The well-fitting clothes on him exuded an indescribable nobility and elegance. His ethereal figure was hidden in the darkness, as still and unmoving as a rock. If it weren't for the small blue insect on his shoulder that kept wriggling and peeking out, Mu Junyan might have mistaken him for a statue.
Mu Junyan changed positions several times, trying to detect some emotion from this adult, but unfortunately, he sensed nothing after a long time.
"Are you drawing a Bagua formation?" The masked man finally turned his gaze away from the window. He turned his head and met Mu Junyan's surprised and caught-out expression.
"Ah no... My lord, I didn't mean that." Mu Junyan quickly denied it. He couldn't let this lord think he was going to deal with him. Thinking this, Mu Junyan once again felt so... so insignificant as the ruler of the Underworld. Mu Junyan silently shed tears in his heart.
If he were a little bolder, he would have called on Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue to deal with this official. But in the end, he didn't have the guts.
Given the other party's status, position, and strength, it's better for him to be a little timid.
Perhaps to preserve his friendship with the two people inside, after much deliberation, Mu Junyan impulsively spoke up: "My lord, there is something I don't understand."
"ask."
A beautiful, flawless hand casually landed on the little green worm's head, idly pinching its horn.
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