The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 85 Is it Thunder and Lightning, Will Qi Be Afraid?

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 Is it Thunder and Lightning, Will Qi Be Afraid?

At night, the city was as bustling as ever.

Tang Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the bustling traffic and vibrant lights below.

He swirled the red wine in his glass, the crimson liquid appearing eerie under the lights, emitting a silky fragrance that subtly seeped into his nostrils.

He recalled the last deal.

Xu Leisong was doomed; that golden light array could teleport him underground, and if no one discovered him, he would turn into a skeleton over time, only seeing the light of day again when the building collapsed years later.

Of course, Liu Xianglei was also restless. He did all of this not for money, power, or fame, but simply to savor the thrill of revenge.

So someone like him would definitely not be able to contain the excitement and would leave subtle clues, thus provoking the Xu Family. Perhaps, very soon, he would be on the police’s radar.

As for the dagger I gave him, saying it would help him keep secrets, it was just something I said offhand.

Any choice these two made was destined.

It had nothing to do with me.

I just gave them a little push forward.

Would my conscience be troubled?

The first time, maybe, but not anymore.

Tang Qing looked at his reflection in the window and let out a cold laugh.

Evil cultivation, violation of the Heavenly Dao, whatever.

If I hadn’t done these things, where would the spacious downtown apartment be? Where would the fine red wine come from?

A lifetime, the so-called right or wrong is just a matter of different choices.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that the figure reflected in the window was staring deeply at him.

This was not an ordinary shadow; it seemed to have instantly gained life.

Those eyes were so familiar, yet so strange.

Like something was interrogating the soul, probing the most hidden corners of his heart.

No, impossible.

There was no way he would regret everything he had done.

But...

Choosing to join the Xuan Sect at the beginning was clearly about supporting justice and punishing evil, being a simple good person.

When did that mindset change?

Tang Qing was startled by his own gaze and turned to leave, but suddenly found his body seemed to be glued in place, unable to move.

"Who? Who? Let go of me!"

"Let go of me...or I’ll show no mercy."

He struggled desperately.

Suddenly, he saw a child of about four or five years old appear beside his reflection.

The child had short ear-length hair, a delicate face, and clear eyes, quietly watching him.

"Who are you?" asked Tang Qing, trembling.

The wind lifted the child’s short hair, and under the moonlight, that little face appeared calm and pure, as if it had stepped out of a comic book.

"Executor? Envoy? Little adult? They all call me that, but since you’re about to die, don’t bother with titles, just pick one you like."

Tang Qing felt a sense of absurdity; this little girl looked no different from an ordinary human child.

Why did her words sound so horrifying?

Also, how did she know the terms envoy and executor?

Who exactly was she?

"Are you an envoy? Envoy of the Netherworld? Impossible, you’re just a kid!"

"I’m not very old, but I’m quite capable. I’ll give you a chance—guess what I’m here to do this time?"

Yun Qi smiled faintly, narrowing her eyes and hiding her little hands behind her back.

Tang Qing swallowed hard, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his forehead.

"Your last name is Yun, right? You’re from the Yun Family?"

"Congratulations on guessing right. But that doesn’t mean you’ll be spared for guessing correctly."

Tang Qing’s face turned ashen as if he were already dead, and his voice trembled.

"What do you want? What gives you the right to bind me? Let me go..."

"Tang Qing, you’ve gone astray, fallen into evil cultivation, excessively greedy, treating human life as trivial. In adherence to the Heavenly Dao, you’re to receive your due punishment."

As Yun Qi’s words fell, Tang Qing seemed to realize what was about to happen.

He struggled futilely, suddenly seeing a flash of lightning in the sky as he turned his head.

It zipped across the sky, appearing right before him, and he let out a tragic scream.

The lightning penetrated the glass curtain wall and struck him.

...

...

With a rumble!

The lightning tore through the night sky.

Yun Kuang awoke from a nightmare, glanced out the window, and clutched his chest.

"Phew, it wasn’t aimed at me."

But recalling what he did to Yun Qi before, he was filled with lingering fear.

At that moment, he felt immensely relieved that none of it happened to him, which made his heart more at ease.

"With courage like mine, I couldn’t be a bad guy even if I tried."

Yun Kuang shook his head.

Suddenly, he remembered something; with the thunder and lightning, would Qi be afraid?

So he got up and went downstairs, to Yun Qi’s room next to the Old Master’s bedroom.

He tiptoed over, opened the door, and approached the bed.

Yun Qi slept soundly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her breathing steady and calm.

Her long lashes cast down, her petite and delicate nose, her pale pink lips—they looked serene and peaceful, like a painting.

Yun Kuang was instantly captivated by her cuteness, making a clicking noise with his tongue as he squatted down, wondering how such an adorable child could exist, unable to resist reaching out to poke her little chubby cheek.

Yun Qi suddenly opened her eyes.

Yun Kuang, unprepared, cried out and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Qi, I..."

Yun Kuang looked at his finger, even he felt sneaking into a little girl’s room in the middle of the night, watching her sleep and laughing, made him look like a pervert.

"Brother, are you afraid of thunder?"

Yun Qi blinked dazedly, rubbed her little nose, and asked in a sweet voice.

Her big eyes were full of concern.

Yun Kuang’s nose turned sour, remembering how he had cursed and made efforts to bring Yun Qi misfortune and illness. The girl saw right through him, yet she never held a grudge, and even now, her first thought was to care for him when he sneaked into her room at night.

Why is there such a big difference between people!!!

"Qi, I...brother’s sorry to you. You’ve just returned, yet brother was targeting you in all sorts of ways. Brother knows he’s wrong now."

Yun Kuang squatted on the ground, hugging his knees, and started to cry.

He cried for a long time, yet the little girl across from him didn’t react.

He looked up at her.

Yun Qi blinked big eyes at him, then suddenly gave him a bright smile.

"Brother, it’s okay if you’ve cried. From now on, you’ll be a good kid."

Yun Kuang didn’t expect to be comforted by a child, and he chuckled embarrassedly, "Qi, don’t make fun of brother."

Yun Qi lifted the quilt, got out of bed, came to him, reached out, and touched his head.

Even though Yun Kuang was squatting and she was standing.

This action still made her instinctively rise to her tiptoes.

The snow-white pajamas on her made her look even more like a sweet glutinous rice ball.

"Brother, be good. Brother, don’t cry. Qi will pat your head."

In her little baby voice, she muttered, imitating adults, stretching out her arms to wrap Yun Kuang in her arms, valiant like a peppy boss.

Yet, Yun Kuang was so big, and her little arms so short, that hugging him was quite a task.

Thus she naturally rested her head against his, gently bumping her forehead against his.

Yun Kuang burst into laughter, "Brother’s fine. Qi is a good person, brother knows now."

"Hmm."

What responded to him was a firm sound and an earnest nod.

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