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Chapter 1177 - Chapter 1177 Chapter 471 Destiny

Chapter 1177: Chapter 471: Destiny Chapter 1177: Chapter 471: Destiny The mighty force that burst forth from his body did not damage his clothes but instead squeezed out the rainwater, scattering it in all directions.

Water droplets wrapped around the force, turning into something sharper than arrows, deadly projectiles that whooshed through the air, greatly altering the expressions of the people within the tavern.

And the most frightened of all was none other than the waiter of Wanhua Building. While others sensed danger and had a chance to flee, he was right in front of the man, about to be pierced by the drops of water and lose his life on the spot. With no time left to hide, the waiter’s chest puffed up like a bubble, and he exhaled a blast of wind that shattered the myriad droplets in front of him, narrowly escaping certain death by a hair’s breadth.

“What do you mean by this, sir?”

Having narrowly escaped death, the once-humble waiter now stood erect with cold light shining in his eyes as he questioned Tang Luo.

“Since when could a mere waiter of an ordinary tavern possess the peak cultivation level of transcendence?”

Tang Luo replied indifferently, “Since this is a Wind Media stronghold, you should just focus on selling information rather than playing these exclusive games. Tell me where Wind Media is, and I will leave immediately.”

It was never just reason and justice that ruled the world, but power that served as the real pass.

Facing a group of local Wind Media at best at the peak of transcendence, even a severely injured Tang Luo did not take them seriously, desiring only to find out Yun Xiu’s whereabouts through the most straightforward and brutal of methods.

Tang Luo was not worried about encountering any more resistance, for those present were professionals who made their living off information, and these people’s biggest trait was their penchant for analysis and their cautiousness.

The seemingly effortless technique he had used moments ago to shake off the rain while leaving his garments unscathed was actually a martial arts master’s trick, enough to terrify everyone in the tavern.

After a long struggle, the waiter ultimately lacked the courage for a desperate fight and said gravely, “Black Fox came to Wanhua Building this morning, exchanged some information as usual, and left before noon. He hasn’t returned since!”

“Do you know where he went?”

“I don’t know,” the waiter continued. “No Wind Media would expose their whereabouts to others, especially not an efficient one like Black Fox.”

Feeling that the waiter had no reason to lie at this point, Tang Luo nodded, pulled a money pouch from his sleeve, casually tossed it onto the table, and then turned to the other Wind Media standing like posts all around the tavern to ask.

“Does anyone have more clues?”

Everyone looked around, silent and seemingly hesitant.

It wasn’t until a tall, thin man with a pair of whiskers stepped out of the shadows that the deadlock was broken.

“After Black Fox left at noon, he went to Apricot Fragrance Nunnery and bought quite a few paper effigies and spirit money, as well as a lot of apricot blossom wine. He seemed to be preparing for some kind of ritual, so I suspect Black Fox might be at a certain graveyard in Chaochang.”

Finally, a crucial clue emerged. Tang Luo nodded at the tall, thin man: “The money is yours.”

Having said that, he turned and left, striding into the storm with unmatched nonchalance.

Yun Xiu wouldn’t be at some grave mound in Chaochang, now she would only be in one place.

It was on the coast of the South Sea, where the Yun Clan had once conducted sea burials for their fallen.

Once he made sure he shook off the watchful Tang Luo, he opened the Spirit World Passage and dashed towards the south without even shaking off the rain. Finally, on that familiar beach, he found that familiar figure.

In the night, the beach was ravaged by the wind, and the raindrops crackled against the surface of the sea. The little figure sat by the seaside looking foolishly out at the ocean, with an opened jar of alcohol by her feet, filled to the brim with rainwater that was spilling out.

The woman sat hugging her knees in the rain, like a wax statue, letting the rain hit her body, soaking through her clothes without moving an inch.

Tang Luo slowed his pace and gently approached, whispering, “The rain is heavy outside, let’s go home.”

“What home do I have in Chaochang?” said Yun Xiu expressionlessly, still staring at the sea with a vacant gaze, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything foolish. I am of the main family’s bloodline, I won’t fall. Even if the Minor Spiritual Realm of Longyuan is gone, I will revitalize the Yun Family.”

As she spoke, Yun Xiu picked up the jug at her feet and poured it into her mouth, not caring if it was rainwater or liquor that flowed down her throat. The sight of her in such a state was heart-wrenching.

“Stop drinking,” Tang Luo snatched the jar away and threw it far off, looking down at the somewhat angered Yun Xiu, “Don’t abuse yourself and don’t force yourself onto a path you don’t wish to take!”

“Do I have a choice?” Yun Xiu gave a self-mocking smile, with water streaks running wild across her face, unable to tell if they were rain or tears, “If the Minor Spiritual Realm of Longyuan is truly destroyed, then I am the only remaining blood of the main family. It’s my responsibility!”

“The fall of the Yun Family is the responsibility of those failures, not yours,” Tang Luo said coldly, “Boasting qualifications of a Holy Land yet weakening over a dozen generations, their irreversible decline is not your fault, nor your brother’s, but that of the Yun ancestors going back dozens of generations. Mending the fence after the sheep are lost is all one can do, accept fate, there is no need to force yourself.”

“You don’t understand,” Yun Xiu said with a woeful smile, “At my first birthday celebration, my father prepared 3,600 treasures and displayed a Zhou Tian treasure chart. Among all those rare treasures, I ultimately chose a Manjushage Flower. Do you know what that means?”

“The flower blooms without the leaves, the leaves appear without the flower, the Manjushage Flower of the Netherworld,” Tang Luo remarked indifferently, “Legend has it that this flower can only grow at the interface of Yin and Yang, the roots buried in the netherworld while its leaves bloom in the mortal world. Some say that whoever sees the bloom of the Netherworld Flower will receive endless love; if one sees its leaves, it signals a summons from the underworld, it is the flower of death. Surely Clan Leader Yun wouldn’t prepare a Manjushage Flower that only showed leaves for your first birthday celebration?”

“What my father prepared was indeed a blooming Manjushage Flower,” said Yun Xiu mockingly, “But when I picked up that Manjushage Flower, its petals fell and withered, revealing blood-red leaves, vividly dripping.”

“Flower omens and such are often speculative and should not be taken as fact,” Tang Luo felt a headache coming on, “You can’t seriously believe that the Yun Family was destroyed because you picked that Manjushage Flower, do you?”

“Whether it’s far-fetched or not, I hope that’s the case,” Yun Xiu said with a bitter smile, “Later, that withered Manjushage that revealed its leaves bloomed again in my hands.”

“Uh… constantly alternating between life and death in an instant, this Manjushage Flower is quite capricious,”

Not knowing what else to say, Tang Luo could only comment like that, hoping to ease the mood.

But Yun Xiu didn’t feel any of his attempted humor and, wiping the rain from her face, she said quietly, “People always say that one’s fate is determined by the heavens, and I used to think it was just charlatans deceiving people. But now I believe it. The Manjushage withered in my hands signaled the great calamity befalling the Yun Family; its blooming again signified that the Charming Eyes are the key to the Yun Family’s restoration. My fate was sealed twenty-seven years ago.”

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