Chapter 69 Where did you get the money?
After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, who had been watching coldly from the side, and suddenly turned around.
He was about to leave with an air of hostility about him.
"etc."
Shen Yuepo's voice rang out again.
Jiang Yubai stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around.
Shen Yuepo took out a talisman from her cloth bag.
This talisman is quite different from ordinary amulets.
It is not yellow, but dark purple.
She stepped forward and handed the talisman to Jiang Yubai.
"A house as a thank you gift." Her voice remained cold. "If you are truly on the verge of your soul being scattered... this talisman may preserve a trace of your true spirit and prevent your soul from dissipating."
"Perhaps, this could give you and Xiao Wanxing a chance to rekindle your relationship."
Jiang Yubai's body jolted violently.
He turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed on the dark purple talisman in Shen Yuepo's hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Aren't those who cultivate Taoism the ones who hate crooked and evil ways the most?
Why did she...?
Shen Yuepo met his complex gaze: "We're even."
With this soul-protecting talisman, whose value far exceeded that property, she completely severed the last causal connection between them caused by Xiao Wanxing.
Jiang Yubai looked into Shen Yuepo's calm eyes, which held no pity but touched his heart.
His lips moved a few times, and finally, all his emotions condensed into a hoarse whisper:
"...Thank you."
He neither refused nor questioned it, and reached out to take the talisman.
He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that there would be no possibility of him and Xiao Wanxing ever meeting again.
Shen Yuepo stood there, watching Jiang Yubai's figure disappear through the doorway. Her cold eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a barely perceptible sigh escaped her lips.
She could feel the chilling, malevolent aura emanating from him after his contact with evil cultivators, which was rapidly eroding his already precarious mind and vitality.
"This is unnecessary."
Feng Jin's indifferent voice rang out beside her, "Obsession turns into demonic possession, leading to self-destruction; even the scattering of the soul is one's final destination."
Shen Yuepo did not refute, but simply turned his gaze away from the doorway: "Let's go."
And it seems that this is all she can do.
Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin had just stepped out of the community gate and were about to walk towards the waiting vehicle.
Just then, a Cullinan sped out from another lane inside the community, briefly slowing down at the entrance to wait for the barrier to rise.
The car window wasn't completely closed, and Shen Yuepo's gaze inadvertently swept over the passenger seat.
With just one glance, she recognized the face—Shen Yurou.
In the driver's seat was Jiang Yubai, who had just parted ways with them.
The barrier lifted, and the Cullinan accelerated sharply, merging into the traffic on the main road and quickly disappearing from sight.
Shen Yuepo paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing across her clear, cold eyes.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin keenly sensed the subtle change in her aura, and his deep voice sounded beside him.
He even raised his hand, which was unusual for him, and waved it gently in front of her eyes, his dark golden eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.
"nothing."
Shen Yuepo withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to its usual calm, as if he had just seen an insignificant passerby.
I originally intended to keep Shen Yurou's storyline to lead to the false emperor Mingye behind her.
Now that Jiang Yubai has intervened, given his current obsession and the evil cultivators he's been in contact with...
Shen Yurou's death is probably not far off.
However... Shen Yurou is probably no longer of any use to Ming Ye.
What value can a pawn that has been exposed and lost its power still have?
She suppressed these thoughts and turned to look at Feng Jin. "I'm hungry."
After a long day, my stomach is empty.
"Hmm." Feng Jin responded, his gaze sweeping over the shops lining the street.
Shen Yuepo did not go to eat immediately, but instead had the driver take her to a large telecommunications store nearby.
Inside the service hall, Shen Yuepo skillfully selected a package and a phone number.
When Feng Jin saw that his phone screen finally displayed full signal strength and the 5G logo, a hint of satisfaction seemed to flash deep in his dark golden eyes.
After getting the SIM card sorted out, Shen Yuepo led Feng Jin into an elegant restaurant.
She ordered several signature home-style dishes and desserts.
The dishes were served quickly, and Shen Yuepo picked up her chopsticks and began to enjoy them with elegant posture but not slow speed.
She ate with great focus, displaying a pure appreciation for the food.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked Feng Jin.
Feng Jin, sitting opposite him, remained motionless, merely gazing at the tempting dishes on the table. "I don't need to eat."
Shen Yuepo didn't say anything more. He picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Just then, the waiter brought out the mille-crepe cake with mango as the last addition to Shen Yuepo's dessert.
Shen Yuepo picked up a small spoon, cut off a piece, and put it in her mouth.
The delicate cream and slightly tart mango melted on her tongue, easing her furrowed brows.
Feng Jin, who was playing on his phone, was immediately drawn to the newly appeared object.
"What's this?"
Shen Yuepo swallowed the cake in her mouth and explained, "Cake. A dessert."
Seeing the rare look of curiosity in his eyes, she gestured to the waiter, "Excuse me, could you please bring another one of the same cake?"
A new mango crepe cake was soon placed in front of Feng Jin.
He imitated her, picked up the delicately shaped spoon, cut off a small piece from the very edge, and slowly put it into his mouth.
Feng Jin's eyes lit up, and he raised an eyebrow. "Not bad."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile before returning to normal.
The meal drew to a close in silence.
Shen Yuepo put down her chopsticks and gestured to the waiter to settle the bill.
A waiter in uniform walked over with a smile, holding a bill in his hand.
"Hello, ma'am, this gentleman has already paid your bill," the waiter said politely to Shen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo was slightly taken aback, and looked at Feng Jin with suspicion: "You got married?"
She remembered that he had just gone out for a while, and...
"Where did you get the money?" She didn't recall giving this emperor any mortal currency.
Feng Jin calmly picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped away non-existent cream from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up at Shen Yuepo, his dark golden eyes carrying a hint of matter-of-fact, "Given by the Eastern Ghost Emperor."
He paused, his tone carrying a hint of approval for his subordinate's efficient work:
"Shen Tu was quite thorough in his work."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
The underworld is quite... keeping up with the times.
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