Chapter 197 - 197 195 I Have a Noble Sister She is Very Poor

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197: Chapter 195: I Have a Noble Sister, She is Very Poor 197: Chapter 195: I Have a Noble Sister, She is Very Poor Lan Youdie thought that the young man must be unwilling, which resulted in him taking an unprovoked sword strike. In Fang Geyu’s domineering ways, not to mention chopping you with a sword, setting fire to slaughter your entire family wouldn’t be considered excessive. After confirming the source and cause of the bloodstains on the ground and the clothes, Lan Youdie no longer harbored any doubts, and placed the secret stone on Baili An’s body to check for a while. Yet, it remained dim and unresponsive, without the slightest reaction. Despite being greatly surprised by this scene, Fang Geyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, this youngster truly had the skill to hide the Samsara fragment so well. Despite the mishap tonight, the thought of still acquiring the Samsara fragment eventually sparked excitement and fervor in her heart. Ultimately failing to grasp Fang Geyu’s wrongdoing, Lan Youdie was immensely disappointed. Although the governor had ordered that all suspects must be thrown into the great prison and subjected to severe interrogation and torture. Yet, Fang Geyu’s identity was far too special, the daughter of Shifang City’s City Lord, a darling girl favored and cherished by all, this was the public’s recognition of her. And what the world knew was merely the tip of the iceberg. Lan Youdie was well aware that Fang Geyu’s identity was far from being that simple. If there was evidence, it wouldn’t matter if she were executed on the spot. Without evidence, however, she was not someone who could be arbitrarily caught, not to mention there was a brother of the Taixuan Fan Yin sword scripture in the carriage as well. Too many covert strings were entangled behind him. Lan Youdie had no choice but to let the matter go. However, before leaving, she still harbored doubts and couldn’t help asking, “If Master Si Chen is indeed the younger brother of the Taixuan Fan Yin Scripture Master, why would you humble yourself under Fang Geyu?” This obviously didn’t fit the status. Baili An’s answer was very powerful, “Because I’m poor.” Lan Youdie found it incredible, “How could the powerful and formidable Scripture Master Wen let Master Si Chen live such a poor life?” Baili An asked very seriously in return, “Have you ever seen my sister?” “The Scripture Master Wen Hanwei is often secluded in the mountains for cultivation, it is rare for us to see her.” “If you have never seen my sister, how do you know that such a powerful and formidable person isn’t poor?” Baili An retorted. “Ah… Ah?” Baili An continued, “My sister is an exalted Immortal, untainted by the common worldly possessions, pure and untarnished.” The implication was that the pure and noble are generally poor. Because of poverty, she doesn’t often come down from the mountain. And Wen Hanwei’s brother isn’t noble or strong at all, so he serves the richest woman in the world. Lan Youdie actually found it to make a lot of sense. So the Taixuan Nine Classics, Wen Hanwei, is a pauper… Baili An laughed, his smile graceful and clean, his eyes curling up into a light arc, easily making people lower their doubts and defenses, “I’m just a common man of the Mortal World, and I like money.” Lan Youdie, looking at this smiling face, had an old issue flare up and, without thinking, blurted out, “If you like money, then come with me. I have a good temper, and I won’t chop you with a sword.” Baili An was stunned, having not expected her to come up with such a shameless proposition. Fang Geyu’s face turned ashen. Even though Baili An was not truly her male courtesan, the feeling of someone poaching before her very eyes was incredibly annoying! She ground her teeth and said, “Even a toad yawns—your words are certainly bold.” Baili An coughed lightly again, smiling with his eyes curved, “Since I’ve stooped to wealth-seeking, then naturally I should associate myself with the richest on earth. After all, my stomach isn’t so good, only Miss Ge’er can warm it up for me.” Lan Youdie had really seen something new, never before had she seen one speak of living off a woman in such an elegant and unconcerned manner, unblushing. She spit, murmured a curse under her breath, and left in a huff with her sword in hand. So angry. Was it just because someone had a more attractive face? How disdainful. She would find a better-looking male courtesan to piss off Fang Geyu. But finding a better-looking one… seemed, perhaps, a bit difficult. Watching the departing figure of Lan Youdie leading her troops away, the smile on Baili An’s face faded bit by bit, and his gaze returned, staring silently at the night sky outside. He suddenly gave a low cough and said, “Let’s head back to the inn first.” Fang Geyu took out a clean handkerchief, whistled, and the carriage curtains fell, as the Unicorn began to move slowly. She wiped away the lip rouge and was about to speak. But she saw Baili An still maintaining the curled position against the carriage wall, and after the shallow pallor on his face faded away, his complexion was pale as if nearly translucent. His entire being looked listless and powerless, his hands casually resting on his knees, the nails showing an unhealthy shade of blue. Fang Geyu frowned and said, “Would you like to get out and walk back?” She remembered that he was severely affected by motion sickness, having only exited the jade carriage not long ago, and having been tormented again tonight; it would be odd if he didn’t feel uncomfortable. Remaining motionless, Baili An sat there, his gaze driftly pensively, and he said, “No need, let’s head back early… cough…” Before he could finish his sentence, he vomited a small mouthful of blood. He casually wiped it with his sleeve and calmly said, “Let’s head back early.” Fang Geyu assumed it was the usual motion sickness and didn’t pay extra attention to his abnormality. After a brief silence, she said, “That pendant, see if you can throw it up.” Baili An slowly lifted his eyelids to look at her quietly. For some reason, Fang Geyu felt that his gaze held a calmness that implied blame. She pursed her lips and said, “Tonight, I acted on my own without telling you, and indeed, it was my mistake.” Baili An remained curled up, whether it was because the jade carriage shook too much, or the nausea was acting up again, his complexion looked particularly unwell. Pulling up into himself as if cold, he asked calmly, “What is inside that ear pendant, what is its use?” Although it was known that corpse demons are unafraid of severe cold and do not know temperature, seeing him like this Fang Geyu unnoticeably furrowed her brow slightly. She pulled over a thick blanket and tossed it to Baili An, “A fragment of Samsara, capable of shaping reincarnation, reversing time and space. Since it’s only a fragment, it can’t change the time-space laws of this world, but can change the temporal state of an object or a living being. For example, a person who is severely injured and close to death, if the power of this fragment is used, time can be reversed, restoring the body to its uninjured state, thereby gaining a new lease on life. The Emperor had sustained some irreparable harm in his early years and needed the Samsara fragment to maintain his health. This is the last Samsara fragment in the Mortal World; due to excessive damages, it requires the Mountain Spirit of the ancient law mountain in Immortal City to repair it. The fragment was already repaired, and the Emperor might descend at any time to retrieve it. My undercover agents reported that the Emperor is likely going to appear in Xianling City with the Empress in the following days, so I…” “So you had to steal the fragment as soon as possible; hence, you appeared here tonight.” For some reason, the look in Baili An’s eyes was a bit sharp. Fang Geyu’s gaze struggled painfully as she gritted her teeth and said, “I can’t afford to gamble.” “Listening to what you’ve just said, I thought you wanted to save Elder Mountain Father. But upon closer thought, it doesn’t seem right. You’ve placed undercover agents, surely you’ve been planning this for years. Many years ago, you must have harbored the intention to steal the secret treasure. Who is it you want to save?” Baili An asked.

Chapter 197 - 197 195 I Have a Noble Sister She is Very Poor

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