95 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

**Chapter 95** "I don’t want to do anything, I just want to make friends with you, miss." Bai Fan felt a chill in her heart as she heard this. Make friends using intimidation? "I don't want to be friends with you. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." With that, Bai Fan turned to go, but the indistinct gentleman floated like a ghost behind her, speaking in a casual tone, "Oh, I hear the entire Loulan City is looking for that murderer. I wonder what they'll do if I reveal what you did." Bai Fan clenched her teeth and turned around, gazing at that face with utter disgust. She had thought previous encounters were mere coincidences, but now it was clear this man had an agenda. She couldn’t fathom what he wanted by going through so much trouble to get close to her. "Fine, I agree." To avoid getting caught, she had no choice but to grudgingly accept these terms. The gentleman’s smile grew wider, and the pearl green bird perched on him flew out from his sleeve, landing on Bai Fan’s shoulder, chirping thrice. Bai Fan, unfazed, glanced at the bird. Every time she encountered this man, this bird was always present. He seemed to adore it, though she couldn’t see what was so special about it. Her personality would normally treat any feathered creature as a mere spirit chicken—a taste she couldn’t forget, recalling its delightfulness. This little round thing sparked her appetite, and she wondered if it would taste as good. The bird, sensing Bai Fan’s predatory gaze, shivered in terror. It had initially sought to cozy up but now saw her as a dangerous threat and swiftly flew back into the gentleman’s embrace, trembling as it hid. The gentleman realized Bai Fan’s sudden impulse to kill but chose not to act. Until this dragoness decided to leave Loulan City, he would remain by her side. Calming the frightened bird, he smiled, "Henceforth, we shall refer to each other as fellow cultivators. I am Shang Wufang, a wandering cultivator. May I know your name?" Impatient, Bai Fan replied, "Bai Fan, also a wandering cultivator." No way was she going to reveal more. "Oh, a wandering cultivator. But that sword technique of yours, I’ve never seen such in Beizhou." Bai Fan cursed inwardly. Of course, he hadn’t seen it. This was Pure Yang Palace’s swordsmanship, rare even for others to learn. If not for Second Spring’s thieving skills back then, she wouldn’t have realized how powerful Pure Yang’s sword techniques were. She wondered how Second Spring was faring in Wan Jian Sect. Wan Jian was also a sword sect from Nanzhou, albeit medium-sized but unique with its pure sword cultivation, similar to Pure Yang. "Alright, that’s enough. I have matters to attend to, so I must leave now. Farewell, Daoist Shang." With that, Bai Fan dashed back to her room, bolted the door, pondering how Moon Lake couldn’t fend off such cunning adversaries. What was Shang Wufang plotting by getting close to her? Did he know she possessed tens of thousands of spirit stones? Who leaked the information? Was she being followed during her visit to the auction? Or did someone from the counter leak it? Worried, she realized that having an abundance of spirit stones could be troublesome. She gazed at the lake outside her window. "This is indeed a blessed problem," she murmured. But after a while of thinking, something felt off. Nonetheless, pondering was futile; her current predicament was due to her lack of strength. If she were formidable enough, why would she need to run? Facing someone like Shang Wufang wouldn’t be so frightful. "I need to focus on my cultivation." Determined, Bai Fan sat down to meditate. Her injuries were healing day by day, but her dual-colored golden core showed no signs of fusing, further alienating her as her health improved. Meanwhile, Mingzhu, who had sneaked into the auction’s backstage, was now tailing the woman who bought the golden bracelet. After the transaction, the blue-clothed woman left through the back door arranged by the auction staff. Mingzhu, determined to steal the bracelet, wouldn’t give up. The blue-clothed woman dived into a narrow alley soon after leaving Moon Tower. Mingzhu, following leisurely, pondered how to snatch the bracelet. Then, as expected, several black-clothed individuals, their bodies cloaked in shadows, trailed her into the alley. "Not good, she’s in the alley! Split up and find her! Don’t let her escape!" "Yes!" The shadows scattered swiftly, each heading into different parts. Once in the alley, the blue-clothed woman discarded her hat and darted into a courtyard. Though the gates blocked Mingzhu physically, barriers posed no hindrance to her spirit form. She phased through, entering the courtyard. It wasn't big—just a well and three houses. Four veiled blue-clothed women emerged as soon as she entered. “Leader, did you obtain it?” “Got it, but I’ve been followed. We need to leave quickly.” “Yes.” They then hurried to the well, all jumping down, startling Mingzhu. “Jumping into a well? Why?” Upon reaching it, she discovered it was dry. “A dry well, figures. This desolate place shouldn’t have well water.” Talking to herself, Mingzhu continued downwards, discovering a hidden passage. “An underground tunnel, just like the one at the tomb.” Following quietly, she saw the blue-clothed women surround their leader. Shortly, they glimpsed light ahead, elated. “Leader, we’re about to exit the city.” “Really?” “Yes, we can see light.” “Good. With this bracelet, our Blue-clothed Sect will no longer fear the Red Flower Sect’s interference. This bracelet can even create a new space, allowing us to leave this barren land.” But as if fate mocked them, a dozen black-clothed men sprang out from the light. Cappellos donned, black robes flowing in the sandy wind, chests adorned with red embroidery. “We knew you'd escape here. Our leader had us lie in wait for days.” Seeing their attire, the blue-clothed women screamed in terror, “Red Flower Sect!” Mingzhu, hearing this, noticed the black-clothed men blocking the way. The Red Flower Sect and the Blue-clothed Sect were factions in Beizhou, formed by cultivators unable to live independently. Both had established roots in Loulan City for a century, but competition for resources, driven by growing numbers and escalating costs, sharpened their conflicts in recent years. "Hand over the bracelet, and we'll let you leave." The blue-clothed women refused, "Impossible! We bought it at the auction. It's ours!" A Red Flower disciple scoffed, “There’s nothing in Loulan City we can’t obtain. Be sensible and hand over the bracelet." “If the divine powers find out, they will erase your sect.” Disdainful, the Red Flower disciple retorted, "We’re outside the city. Divine powers don’t meddle in outer disputes. Even though your spirit stones surpass ours, Red Flower Sect isn’t just a bunch of weak women. Besides, if the divine powers find out about the bracelet, I doubt they'd let you keep it." “You’re despicable.” “Survival is cruel, cultivating even more so.” The blue-clothed woman was gradually forced inside by the Red Flower Sect, while Mingzhu, observing the situation, realized her target was not the only one sought after. Since the Red Flower Sect intended to steal, she decided to watch and see what would unfold. The blue-clothed woman shouted to the female cultivators behind her, “Run back!” “Yes.” However, as they turned to flee, they discovered the path behind them was now filled with Red Flower Sect members, holding a luminous pearl to light the dark passage. One of them remarked, “Who’d have thought you’d place your secret tunnel inside a dry well?” The female cultivator turned to their leader, sorrow in her eyes, “Leader.” “What do we do?” The Red Flower Sect members blocked their path, “Hand over the golden bracelet, and we’ll spare your lives.” The blue-clothed woman kept her head down, deep in thought, while the female cultivator sniffled softly. Mingzhu floated around, squatting by the blue-clothed woman’s hand, peeking at the bracelet in her sleeve. Upon confirming the bracelet was still there, she felt assured. “Once they start fighting, I can snatch the bracelet in the chaos.” As she reached out with her transparent hand, about to slip it into the woman’s sleeve, the blue-clothed woman gritted her teeth and said, “The bracelet is with me. Let them go first.” “Humph, who’d believe your word. Hand over the bracelet first.” Seeing no choice, the blue-clothed woman took out the bracelet from her wrist. The golden shimmer spread a soft glow, instantly captivating the Red Flower Sect disciples. “Fine, let these worthless ones go.” The blue-clothed women looked at their leader in fright, “Leader.” “Hurry and leave. I’ll be fine here.” Mingzhu retracted her hand, dismayed at how close she had been to getting the bracelet. Just when it was within reach, things took a turn. How irritating. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you to those who cast tyrant tickets or irrigated nutrient solution for me~ Thank you to the little angels who irrigated [nutrient solution]: Doggy Coin 25 bottles; Happiness 2 bottles; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Home Desktop Version Bookshelf Novel Directory Popular Novels