Regarding forms of address
Since Jiang Feng and Hua Yuenü got married, the title of "the most handsome man in the world" has gradually become Yan Liang's label.
The girls who had married their dream men were heartbroken and fell in love with Yan Liang, who was four points more handsome than Jiang Feng. This change came very quickly, and the argument about whether Jiang Feng or Yan Liang was more suitable for the title of "the most handsome man in the world" stopped. Yan Liang became the undisputed "most handsome man in the world" in the martial arts world.
Jiang Feng had fewer things to do, but Yan Liang had more. In addition to those who came to challenge him to a duel, there were also many female martial arts heroes who came to see him in person.
Yan Liang was a little troubled by this: "Do they only care about my face? Besides my face and strength, I can also tell fortunes."
People flocked to challenge him to martial arts duels, and countless people came to see him, but very few actually came to him for fortune telling.
Yi Yaoqing recalled the title "charlatan Yama" that Yan Liang had been known for for a while, and said thoughtfully, "You forced them to buy and sell, and they probably thought they had to challenge you to a duel to have a chance to tell their fortunes."
Yan Liang: "According to you, what I did wasn't forced buying or selling; it should have been a mutually agreeable transaction."
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu and Yi Yao Qing thought of the same thing and said, "Speaking of which, we haven't heard much about your 'charlatan king of hell' title lately."
Yan Liang stroked his chin: "It really is—I quite like that title."
Yi Yaoqing: "...Don't you feel ashamed of such an inappropriate form of address?"
Xuanyuan Tianjiu: "...Also, I still don't understand how the charlatan and the King of Hell got linked together."
Yan Liang firmly stated that he didn't feel ashamed at all, and as for how the charlatan and the King of Hell were connected—
"Perhaps they wanted to retain the 'King of Hell' look because of my previous face, and then added 'charlatan' because of my weapons and fortune-telling abilities, hence the name 'Charlatan King of Hell'?"
The two: "..."
That seems to make sense.
[About Xuanyuan Tianjiu]
The three's journey was not boring; they roamed the martial world and encountered Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu's father, Xuan Yuan San Guang, along the way.
Although Xuanyuan Tianjiu called him Old Man Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Sanguang was not old at all; he was in his prime, with a touch of nonchalance amidst his decadence.
When they met Xuanyuan Sanguang, he was slumped in the corner of the earth god temple, drinking.
At that moment, it was pouring rain. Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu drove the carriage under the eaves of the temple, while Yan Liang and Yi Yao Qing got off the carriage first and lit a bonfire in the open space in the center of the temple.
Xuanyuan Sanguang lay there drinking, lazily watching the two young men. They both noticed each other, but neither of them was in a hurry to talk.
The middle-aged gambler smirked as he watched them light the fire. He felt an urge to gamble whenever he saw people, and his hands were itching to gamble. He got up to strike up a conversation, but as he stood up, he looked up again and saw a young man with a slightly furrowed brow, lifting the hem of his robe as he stepped over the threshold.
Xuanyuan Tianjiu noticed the unfamiliar gaze and subconsciously looked back. When he met Xuanyuan Sanguang's eyes, his expression suddenly changed.
Xuanyuan Sanguang was also surprised. He naturally knew that Xiao Mimi had been sent to the government by a man named Yan Liang, but he never thought of looking for his son's whereabouts. In his opinion, the fickle Xiao Mimi must have already killed his son.
But now, Xuanyuan Tianjiu is standing at the door perfectly fine, much more mature than before, and after a moment of losing his composure, he has returned to his normal expression.
"Tian Jiu—?"
Xuanyuan Sanguang called out to him in surprise, but the young man whose name was called responded coldly: "It's me. Are you surprised to see that I'm still alive?"
"yes."
Xuanyuan Sanguang nodded without hesitation, took a few steps forward with the wine pot, and looked him up and down with a curious gaze: "You've grown taller."
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu had long understood his shameless father's temperament, so he wasn't upset by his heartless words. He glanced at him, then lifted his robe and sat down by the campfire. He briefly introduced himself to the two curious men: "He is Xuan Yuan San Guang."
Yan Liang looked at Xuan Yuan San Guang, who grinned and said, "You must be Yan Liang, right?"
Yan Liang nodded. He noticed that the man's left hand, which was resting by his side, only had his thumb and forefinger left, suggesting that he had placed a bet during the gambling.
Xuanyuan Sanguang sat down by the campfire as if they were old friends. There was no dramatic scene of father and son reuniting after a long separation, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes. He was the one who had gambled with his own son in the first place, so if he were to care about him now, it would only seem like a joke.
Yi Yaoqing and Xuanyuan Tianjiu didn't want to talk to him, but Xuanyuan Sanguang and Yan Liang chatted casually for a while before proposing a bet.
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu, who was originally extremely indifferent, became angry upon hearing this and almost lost his composure.
"Old man Xuanyuan, you—"
“Okay.” Yan Liang agreed, which surprised and puzzled Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu.
Xuanyuan Sanguang took a sip of wine, smiled at his son, and said to Yan Liang, "You're quite straightforward. I like straightforward people like you."
Feeling annoyed by the veiled criticism, Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu glared at him coldly.
Yi Yaoqing thought to herself that this father and son didn't seem like father and son at all, but rather like enemies.
However, it's no wonder that father and son are like enemies if one is willing to gamble with his own son.
Yan Liang had his reasons for agreeing to gamble with Xuan Yuan San Guang. Since neither of them had any gambling equipment, they chose the quickest way – betting on heads or tails of copper coins.
What's your bet?
Xuanyuan Sanguang flipped through the copper coins in his hand and asked Yan Liang.
"All my possessions." Yan Liang pulled a money pouch from his sleeve, then asked him in return, "And you?"
“I have nothing of value, what do you want?” Xuanyuan Sanguang asked him. “I’ll use what you want as a wager.”
Yan Liang smiled slightly: "I want a promise from you."
Xuanyuan Sanguang was slightly surprised, as this was the first time someone had asked him to make a promise as a wager, but he still readily agreed: "What promise?"
“Your three lights are the light of heaven, the light of man, and the light of money—” Yan Liang said, “What I want is the promise that the light of man will not be lost.”
The rain continued, and the once-quite-money-losing local temple fell silent. A cool breeze blew through the doors and windows, carrying a few drops of slightly chilly rain that brushed against everyone.
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu was taken aback, a mix of emotions swirling within him, and he briefly closed his eyes; while Xuan Yuan San Guang, after recovering, slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "You're quite an interesting kid! You're the first person who dares to talk to me like that! Alright! If I lose, I'll definitely agree to your terms!"
Regardless of the process, Yan Liang is certain to win.
Xuanyuan Sanguang was amazed. He never expected that Yan Liang would have such sharp eyes at such a young age. The rumors were indeed true.
He readily admitted defeat and said, "As you wish, I will no longer be called Xuanyuan Sanguang, but Xuanyuan Erguang."
“Erguang sounds good.” Yan Liang nodded seriously.
As the rain and wind subsided, Xuanyuan Sanguang stood up, nodded to the group, and then swayed as he turned and left.
He didn't even glance at Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu before leaving, and when the group talked, he seemed to treat Yan Liang more warmly than Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu.
Xuanyuan Sanguang was eccentric; he could be devoted to those he admired, but he could treat his family as things he could discard. His relationship with Xuanyuan Tianjiu was worse than that of strangers. When he agreed to use Xuanyuan Tianjiu as a wager, Xuanyuan Tianjiu's father died in his heart.
Shortly after he left, the three extinguished the campfire, left the dilapidated temple, and continued their journey.
They left in the opposite direction from Xuanyuan Sanguang. As Xuanyuan Tianjiu drove away, he glanced back and saw Xuanyuan Sanguang's figure, which had already turned into a black dot on the road.
Without a second glance, he turned his gaze away, raised the reins, and drove the carriage away.
[About that thing]
After recovering from her injuries, Yaoyue immediately left the valley, determined to kill Yan Liang to vent her hatred. Her long period of secluded cultivation did not bring her peace of mind; instead, it intensified her hatred for Yan Liang day by day.
Yi Yaoqing diligently reported Yan Liang's whereabouts to Yaoyue on time—while Yaoyue was in seclusion, Lianxing received the letters—Yan Liang tacitly agreed, initially letting it go, but later, when he had some free time, he took the very serious letter written by Yi Yaoqing and added some unnecessary information himself.
Yi Yaoqing: "...You're really free."
Yan Liang, pen in hand, wrote with flowing strokes, and laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Leisurely mood, of course I'm leisurely."
...The two "闲" have completely different meanings, okay?
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu glanced at Yan Liang's unrestrained and elegant calligraphy and was slightly dazed, but quickly smiled and said, "Your calligraphy is very good."
Yan Liang smiled calmly at him, his eyes sparkling like stars, his smile as gentle as a breeze.
Yi Yaoqing watched him begin writing, completing the work in one go, and had to admit that the calligraphy was excellent, reflecting the man himself.
Lianxing received the letter written by the two of them. At first, she was indifferent, then puzzled. The first half was written in familiar handwriting, describing Yan Liang's movements as always. The second half was written in unfamiliar handwriting, describing some trivial matters. The writer even greeted the reader.
That's really strange.
Lianxing later received more and more letters—it seemed to have become a habit for Yi Yaoqing and Yan Liang to write letters on the same piece of paper at the same time, and with Yan Liang's involvement, the content of Yi Yaoqing's letters also became strange.
They wrote down in their letters where there were delicious restaurants and beautiful scenery in the world, as if they were chatting casually.
Lianxing even felt a little expectant, wondering what kind of letter they would write, and even thought about replying—but she suppressed the thought when she thought of her sister who was in seclusion.
When Yaoyue emerged from seclusion, Lianxing subconsciously wrote a letter and sent it back. This was tantamount to tipping someone off, but after reading Yan Liang's letters for a long time, she also developed a slight liking for him—not the liking of love, but more like the liking between friends.
Although they hadn't exchanged many words, and Yan Liang had injured her before, Lianxing knew that Yan Liang could have killed them directly back then.
After resting for a few days after emerging from seclusion, Yaoyue went to find Yan Liang, exuding a murderous aura.
She went into seclusion to cultivate, and her Mingyu Skill improved once again. However, since both Yaoyue and Yanliang could practice it, the two started fighting, and Yaoyue was once again knocked to the ground.
After finishing his fight, Yan Liang felt great. He twirled his staff, stuck it into the ground, and lazily leaned on it, looking down at Yao Yue on the ground. Facing Yao Yue's icy, murderous gaze, he said, "Twenty years is too short, so I said one hundred years—after all, you can't kill me within twenty years."
Inviting the Moon: "...Get lost!"
Lianxing rushed over and saw the disheveled Yaoyue, and then saw the unharmed Yanliang. She was shocked to realize that her reminder was completely unnecessary.
Yan Liang smiled at her and said, "Palace Mistress Lianxing."
Lianxing glanced at him with a complicated expression, the childlike smile that had always graced her face vanished. She simply nodded slightly to Yi Yaoqing and then left with her sister.
As Xuanyuan Tianjiu watched the carriage from Yihua Palace disappear into the distance, he recalled the contest between Yan Liang and Yaoyue and couldn't help but sigh, "You could have killed her."
The three of them didn't discuss this issue much, but Yi Yaoqing and Xuan Yuantianjiu both knew about Yan Liang's inexplicable principle—not to kill.
It's good not to kill, but those who pose a threat to you are the ones who should be killed the most.
Yan Liang said lazily, "But I don't want to kill her."
Xuanyuan Tianjiu glanced at him and said, "At this moment, I regret that Yaoyue has not been wanted by the government."
Yan Liang smiled and said, "She did not infringe on the interests of the government, nor did she cause any trouble, so the government naturally dares not issue an arrest warrant for her."
Listening to the two discussing Yaoyue, Yi Yaoqing suddenly felt somewhat superfluous—these two were discussing the Palace Master of her sect! How could they discuss such a topic so openly in front of her, their disciple?
She couldn't help but say it aloud, and the other two looked at her in surprise. Yan Liang said, "Weren't you already on our side?"
Yi Yaoqing was speechless.
That's not wrong... but she's still a disciple of the Yihua Palace.
"So, you're a spy."
Yan Liang suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had just realized something.
Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu suddenly realized and asked, "Then are you a spy planted among us by the Yi Hua Palace, or a spy planted in the Yi Hua Palace by us?"
Yi Yaoqing held back for a moment, then shouted, "I'm not a spy! Is there such a thing as a spy whose identity is known to both sides?!"
She chased after Yan Liang, who had first proposed the "spy" theory, with her sword. When she caught sight of Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu, who was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, she decisively abandoned Yan Liang, whom she couldn't catch, and kicked Xuan Yuan Tian Jiu's leg.
Yan Liang watched the two of them playfully bickering and leaned against the carriage, laughing heartily.
Author's Note: As I mentioned yesterday, barring any unforeseen circumstances, today's chapter will be the last chapter of this world—
Sorry, something really went wrong _(:з」∠)_
An unexpected piece titled "Thoughts in my head are short, but what I write down is a lot"
I could have written a longer piece like before, but there wasn't enough time.
If I continue writing, I'll probably update tomorrow.
I promise, tomorrow will be the last chapter of this world.
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