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Tu Shan Rongrong smiled again, the seriousness in her eyes lessening considerably. She pointed in the direction outside the bamboo forest.
"Young Master Qinghan, I apologize for taking up your time. Go find Sister Ya Ya; she has been waiting for you at the Red Fairy Inn for a long time."
Mu Qinghan glanced in the direction she pointed, then turned back to look at Tu Shan Rongrong.
As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest, leaving only a few bamboo leaves carried by the air currents, which slowly landed beside the teacup on the stone table.
At the other end of the stone table, Tu Shan Rongrong looked down at the ripples remaining in the teacup.
His squinting eyes opened slightly, reflecting the shimmering water in his glass, as if he were pondering an unfinished game of chess.
She picked up the teacup again and drank the rest of the cold tea in one gulp. The bitter taste spread on her tongue, but it made her mind clearer.
"Could I... be one of the pawns in this game?"
The soft questioning faded into the wind. She recalled the slight change in Mu Qinghan's expression when he heard "Little Golden Man," and the mystery laid out by that being from Aolai Kingdom.
Suddenly I felt like an observer standing on the edge of a giant chessboard.
They may seem to be able to see the moves of the pieces, but they may not know whether they have already been included in the game.
But the next second, the confusion in her eyes was replaced by determination.
In any case, you have to get into the game to have a chance to take control.
We can't just stand by and wait for fate to decide our fate. The safety of Tushan cannot be protected by guesswork. Only by actively stepping into that fog can we find the key to breaking the deadlock.
But...where should I begin?
She raised her hand to brush away the bamboo leaves that had fallen on her shoulder, and looked toward the direction of the Red Fairy Inn.
Chapter 136 Confrontation
The blood was a thick, dark red, like congealed blood plasma, and remained completely still in the dim space.
Only a deathly chill permeated every inch of the air.
In the center of the pool, two figures sat facing each other, their robes draped lightly, floating steadily on the water like duckweed, as if they had become one with this eerie blood pool.
The figure on the left was surrounded by churning, pitch-black mist, which writhed as if alive.
Sometimes it coalesces into claw-like shapes, and sometimes it unfolds like dark silk.
Deep within the mist, several blood-red skeleton phantoms swirled and roared.
A cold red light flickered in the hollow eye sockets, and each movement brought with it a fine black vortex that swallowed up all the surrounding light.
On the opposite right, the person wore a plain white robe, the fabric spotless, which stood out starkly in the gloomy environment.
There were no unusual phenomena around him, except for a golden longsword floating beside him, its blade shimmering with a warm and dazzling light.
Like a miniature sun, it quietly exudes a majestic aura, forming a stark contrast with the darkness on the left, subtly repelling the approaching black mist.
"Do you want to... kill that monkey?"
A deep, hoarse voice came from the black mist, carrying a hint of seduction, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
"No, kill him, and then no one in this world will be able to control you."
"Don't you hate him too?"
The black mist surged more violently, and the roars of the blood-red skeleton became clearer.
"It was he who took your wife's life with his own hands, leaving you all alone and lonely for the rest of your life."
The man in white lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them. His aura remained calm, except for the slight tremor of the suspended golden sword.
“I hate him,” he said, his voice cold and hoarse, as if covered by a thick layer of dust.
"But I won't let you destroy this world; that was her dying wish."
"Ha, you're such a boring person."
The voice from within the black mist was full of mockery, "What's the point of you living, trapped in this shell for the sake of a deceased person's wish?"
The man in white slowly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with a deathly stillness, devoid of any light, as if containing a pool of ice that had never melted.
“I’m already dead,” he said softly, his tone flat. “I died the moment she closed her eyes. Now I’m just a walking corpse sustained by my obsession.”
"Hehehe..."
A low laugh came from the black mist, filled with undisguised contempt.
"Your lifespan is nearing its end."
The voice paused, then carried a confident air of certainty.
"After you die, your power, your obsession, everything about you... will be mine."
"You can't stop me. The outcome of this game is already decided."
The man in white gazed at the churning black mist before him, his eyes remaining calm and undisturbed, only a faint, almost imperceptible curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
“Perhaps,” he said softly, “but even in darkness, there is always a glimmer of hope.”
"Nothing in this world is absolute. The future is as elusive as smoke and clouds, and no one can truly control it."
Laughter rang out again from the black mist, as if mocking his self-deception.
A blood moon slowly rose from the sky, its crimson light spilling onto the surface of the pool, dyeing the entire body of water a chilling deep blood color.
In the shadows at the edge of the blood pool, a figure quietly emerged.
The cold voice rang out directly in her lustful mind, devoid of any warmth, causing her to instinctively tense up.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately knelt on one knee, speaking respectfully.
"My lord, I have discovered a threatening human being whose existence may... affect our future plans."
"Oh? A human?"
The voice carried a hint of amusement, as if it had heard an interesting joke.
"Threat?" The voice paused, then turned disdainful. "Insects born with defects are our food. How can such things be considered a threat?"
In the pool, when the man in white heard the word "human," he slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping almost imperceptibly toward the lust at the edge of the blood pool, before slowly lowering them again, a faint smile curving his lips.
It sounded like mockery, yet also like understanding; in the end, he remained silent.
"My lord, that human..."
"It is 'perfect'."
Passionately looked up, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes, and added urgently.
“His talent is extremely high, and his future potential... may reach its peak. The best option is to nip him in the bud now.”
"'Perfect'?"
The voice finally carried a hint of surprise, and after a moment of silence, it let out a low laugh.
"There can actually be 'perfect' humans... Ha... Is this the variable you were talking about?"
"That's certainly interesting..."
The man in white remained silent, only his fingertips twitched slightly.
The golden longsword beside him hummed instantly, its light blazing, and a sharp sword aura slashed through the air, heading straight for the void.
With a soft "crack," the space split open like glass, revealing the chaotic darkness behind it.
The man in white slowly rose, took a light step, and walked straight into the spatial rift. His figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the lingering sword energy slowly dissipating in the air.
"Pass the word down and tell everyone to make preparations immediately."
The voice rang out again, its tone returning to its cold, commanding manner.
"Raid the human territory. By any means necessary, that human must be killed."
"But sir, that circle..."
His expression turned troubled, and he hesitated before offering a reminder.
"I will personally take action to temporarily suppress that circle."
The voice interrupted her, "I'm giving you three hours. You must complete the task within three hours."
"My subordinate understands!"
Without further hesitation, Lust responded immediately, rose up, and transformed into a streak of light, quickly disappearing into the shadows at the edge of the blood pool.
Above the pool of blood, the blood moon still hung high, and the blood water rippled slowly. Only the dark figure remained quietly seated in the center.
"Finally... this can all end..."
Note: Combat power: Third Young Master (fully unlocked) > Creature in the Mist > White Robe
Chapter 137 Embarrassment
Tu Shan Ya Ya walked barefoot on the slightly cool floor.
She strode to the table, snatched the ancient book Mu Qinghan was flipping through, and sat across his lap.
"Where did you go again? You're gone again when I woke up."
On the table, a white porcelain plate held freshly picked strawberries, each one plump and pinkish-white. She picked one up with a silver fork and slowly put it into her mouth.
“You were sleeping too soundly,” Mu Qinghan said, raising his hand to gather the strands of hair that hung down her cheek.
"They can't be woken up at all."
As he spoke, a faint smile curved at the corners of his eyes. He opened his mouth to take the strawberry she offered, and gently patted her head with his other hand.
Tu Shan Ya Ya's brows immediately furrowed, but the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
She snuggled closer to Mu Qinghan, her knees against his waist and abdomen, her nose almost touching his chin, her eyes fixed on his.
"Couldn't you have left a note?"
"Hmm?" Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, and gently brushed her nose with his fingertip. "You actually thought of that? You're quite clever."
Tu Shan Ya Ya immediately raised her chin, "I, Tu Shan Ya Ya, am Tu Shan's... no!"
She suddenly realized what was happening and reached out to pinch Mu Qinghan's cheek.