Chapter Four: Two Women

At half past three in the afternoon, Yin Nian paid a visit to the police station.

From the officers, Yin Nian learned the details surrounding Yuan Yi’s death. At twelve fifty noon today, Yuan Yi fell from the rooftop of his office building. There were no surveillance cameras on the roof, but ground-level cameras captured the moment he landed. The building had sixteen floors; he died instantly upon impact.

The preliminary forensic examination had already been completed. There were no obvious signs of struggle or poisoning on Yuan Yi’s body. Surveillance at the entrance to the rooftop showed that, aside from Yuan Yi ascending before his fall, no one else entered or left the roof in the half hour before or after the incident. No unusual traces were left behind.

The initial conclusion was that Yuan Yi either accidentally fell from the roof or took his own life. But for now, the investigation was ongoing.

Six years later, he no longer bore the traces of youthful awkwardness; instead, he possessed the mature and handsome demeanor of a grown man. Although Qing Xin was reluctant and dissatisfied, what could she do? In the end, she let Ye Feng go.

Moreover, the industries under her control were not of high quality, and the best ones had already been monopolized by powerful factions—she had no way to intervene.

It would be best if Xia Qi donated her marrow and then suffered a convenient accident, vanishing forever from her sight; that would truly delight her.

She and he were one; her blood and bones flowed within his body—an indelible fact.

Thinking of the momentary anxiety she felt earlier, Ye Feng quickly warned herself internally.

Xia Qi sensed Jun Jinyan’s head nudging against her neck. Normally, she wouldn’t mind; lately, she had grown accustomed to physical contact. But with Wu Xing’er still watching, Xia Qi felt somewhat uneasy.

Many martial families had lost their lineages; clearly, the Ye family was no different. The old man possessed exquisite skills, but his son knew none, and the grandson learned only a little, all taught by the grandfather.

“Poor Ah Yuan in our family! The cast on your leg was for your own good, yet now you’ve become an unreasonable and domineering CEO,” Ivan said, clutching his chest in mock agony, a true drama king.

But with winter at its fiercest, the Qilian Mountains stretched for hundreds of miles, snow buried above the knee, making the journey nearly impossible—a march now seemed collective suicide.

Yet, even as his family achieved such remarkable progress, Qi Feng felt little joy; instead, his expression showed considerable helplessness.

Yang Qing truly felt aggrieved. He had tried to persuade his mother, but it was clearly futile. With the family gathered so completely today, he had a bad premonition—and as expected, it came true.

She thought that if she opened up and spoke about it, Yan Qiya, who liked Yan Yu so much, would be happy at the prospect of marrying Yan Yu.

The dying strike of the Blood River Child, “Hundred Dragons Devour Heaven,” was powerful, but ultimately could not compare to the Nine Turns Jade Skill, which had the continual support of Jade-Faced Demon Lang’s spiritual energy. In the end, a hundred blood dragons let out a simultaneous mournful cry and dissipated.

He sought to collect every martial art under heaven, hoping to create a path for those of average talent to ascend the road of cultivation. Yet after a few centuries of glory, he faded away, and his sect was destroyed—a poignant tale.

His hair color and style had changed; compared to his previous rowdy demeanor, he now appeared more cold and ruthless.

Mo Han Ge swiftly raised her gaze, glanced at Mo Ning Yao, then slowly lowered her eyes, unsure what to say.

Meng Li Chen instinctively reached out, wanting to touch Ling Huang Ye’s forehead to see if he was feverish.

“You old man are truly unreasonable! Last time, a fake doctor tricked the villagers, and you ignored the matter. Are you a fraud as well?” Guo Pei Qing said impatiently, feeling this so-called miracle doctor was too rigid.

Yang Tong hadn’t finished speaking when he saw, in the upper right corner, a commotion among the crowd of humans and snakes; soon, large splashes of blood and severed tails and limbs fell to the ground.

Now, with no worries left behind, the three entered through the archway to explore the ruins of the Black Light Tower. For safety, they marked their path as they went. With this precaution, nothing should go wrong.